Under the gray sky, dark clouds drifted in large areas, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The rocky surface of the Hotz Mountains became darker and deeper. Gusts of cold wind blew through, like steel knives, piercing as ice.

In this time when everything should be quiet, and all living things are silently lurking, reducing consumption and chatting to get by, there are bursts of hoarse roars.

"Little cub, once I catch you, Lao Tzu will definitely peel you and cramp you, and then cook you in oil, and make a dish of fried cowardice to taste. ”

The one-armed demon with a sturdy, ten-foot-tall, muscular demon roared from its large, metallic fanged mouth.

But its constantly undulating chest, tired complexion, and scarred body were obviously full of helplessness.

Beside him, a visibly thinner and weaker demon with flickering gray eyes tried his best to persuade him.

"The greatest, mighty, and tall captain, you can't go on like this! This little cowardly demon is too insidious, not only for you to have a battle with the insect tide, but also for the brothers who accompany the team to fight with the dark dryads.

After breaking most of his brothers, he was only slightly injured. Let's withdraw!

Anyway, the cowards in the growth period of the little cub tribe who have combat effectiveness were all disemboweled a few days ago, and the brothers who stayed behind must have eaten a lot of food, and their bellies and intestines were fat.

It's really not worth it!Captain, please think twice!"

"That's it, that's it! Captain, if you look closely, everyone is already scattered and absent-minded. It's really hard to go on this way, and everyone doesn't want to continue like this. Let's go back now, okay? Please, Captain!"

The remaining dozen or so tall, short, fat, thin, and uneven demons wailed in embarrassment.

"Go back? Absolutely not! If you don't catch that little cub, Lao Tzu's heart is not good. If you can't swallow this breath, you have to be careful of your skin. If you know Lao Tzu's methods, don't howl.

Continue to search for Lao Tzu, he can't run far. Once caught, let this little cub taste Lao Tzu's many methods. If you can't find it, don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless!"

The sturdy Bad Demon Captain roared violently, and it seemed that even the mountains were trembling.

The demons scattered, chaotic, and searched around without any discipline or discipline.

Like a headless fly, but without any results, the air left a burst of shouts and screams floated by, resounding in the corner of the mountain range, and did not dissipate for a long time.

All this is just a reminder that we are coming, and if we don't run, we won't have a chance... How a speechless.

Less than a mile away from the entrance to a hidden cave where the stragglers were scattered, a small cowardly head with a reclining horn and two green eyes quietly emerged from the corner of a boulder.

This is the little cub in the mouth of the sturdy Captain Bad Demon - Yevre.

Yevre cautiously peeked outward, not daring to make a sound. Even breathing seems to be nothing.

In front of Yevre to the right, in a small ditch of less than two thousand feet, a black-skinned demon who was obviously not tall and could smell a strange smell from a distance was approaching the entrance of the cave, and the footsteps were already clearly audible.

Once again, the crisis is approaching.

At this critical moment, Yevre, who had always been cautious, heard a low chant of sacrificial words in his ears.

Yevre's brain cramped, and he couldn't think of a way out of danger, but he somehow fell into a sudden memory...

At noon that day, the one-year-old Yevre was playing a game with a few bored grown-up demons in his tribe.

An old-fashioned game of eating, sleeping, and then playing Beanie.

However, Yevre wasn't technically enjoying the game, just because he was the beanie.

Although Yevre was exhausted from playing, his skin was rotten, and even his left arm had a tendency to crack bones.

Not to mention the pale blue blood that was constantly oozing, and the pained expression of the bared teeth.

It's a pity, thanks to the cowardly demon's natural strong physical recovery ability. Such a trivial injury, as long as there is enough food, can be fully recovered in just two or three days.

It's simply a cheap and high-quality toy, and it also has the ability to recover automatically.

In particular, the toy, called Yevre, seems to possess a magical ability that always recovers faster and faster than other toys. Therefore, Jevre is always favored by everyone and is a pleasure to play.

Sometimes, when energetic cowards are tired, Yevre is just a wound in the flesh.

And sometimes, when the demons are in high spirits, they will come up with tricks. It seems that with a little more effort, you can have a delicious meal. The name of the food is the Roast Jevre Banquet.

For cowards, the living kindred can be companions, rivals, enemies, toys and slaves, or passers-by.

And the same kind of people whose lives have ended, whether they die by the enemy, die in an accident, or come to the end of their life, etc., are just a meal that can be eaten to a full extent.

Especially in this low-level cowardly settlement called the Guluo tribe, the total population is only more than a thousand people.

Not only are they constantly in the midst of population fluctuations, but they are also chronically resource-scarce.

There is a lack of food, a lack of clothing, and nothing seems to be sufficient except for raw metal.

But there is one thing that seems to be lacking, only the male cowards who are surrounded by unknown animal skins always exude a strange smell, which may be called the male cowardly man's smell.

Unfortunately, this smell attracts shameless female cowardice at most, but it does not bring much food. Unless the hapless prey happens to be stunned by this strange masculinity.

The cowards had to travel tiredly in search of rare food in the barren corners of the Holtz Mountains.

In the face of ferocious bugs and bloodthirsty dark dryads, as well as hordes of beasts, cowardice is always at the bottom of the food chain.

The cowardly demon is simply insulting the good name of the demon clan, and it can even be said to be the shame of the demon clan.

There are more than a thousand cowardly demons, and the strongest one is only in the middle of the mortal level.

It's just a joke, a tragedy that shouldn't have existed.

If it weren't for the fact that the demon clan was almost about to rule this world, and the infamous reputation of the demons, I am afraid that it would have been erased by unknown beings long ago.

Thanks to the cowardly demon's ferocious reproductive ability, the oviparous little coward is always born in the same child with dozens or hundreds.

Scarce materials, excellent fecundity, always stimulate the black hole brains of cowards.

In addition, adhering to the excellent quality of the demon clan that everyone praises, it is not uncommon to eat the same kind a little and make a tooth sacrifice.

At the very least, it has made an indelible contribution to controlling population growth and maintaining the longevity of the world.

Jevre was unlucky, but he was also lucky.

Stand out from dozens of oviparous siblings and be the first to break the shell.

When his eyes had just opened and he had no specific impression of the world, the nature that came from his blood drove Yevre to use his immature but sharp nails like knives to destroy all the dozens of fist-sized and jade-white eggs around his body.

It killed the hope of the birth of his brothers and sisters, but left himself with enough precious nutrients for a month.

Well, it's just nutrition.

After all, cowardice has no family affection, and the term fatherly love and motherly love cannot be applied casually.

And in fact, knowing who laid the eggs should be content. As for who the other party is, hehe! I guess the person who laid the egg himself doesn't know.

When the eggs are laid, let the eggs play on their own, and let themselves die for themselves.

Like you care about the hair you lose, is it really all kept?

Even the eggs laid by sea turtles are occasionally dug up and eaten, not to mention the nutritious and tempting food of cowardly eggs.

Think fried eggs with green onions, thick omelettes, poached eggs and omelet rice, and even scrambled eggs with chrysanthemum, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and so on.

It's a coward, and it's time to drool and be hungry.

The fact that Yevre was able to successfully transform from an egg-shaped creature to a cowardly demon is truly a blessing from God.

As for the trivial matter of nutrition, it is still left to the cowardly demon with hungry eyes glowing green and staring at him.

It's a lucky lucky person to be able to spot this group of egg-shaped creatures hiding in a hidden cave far away from the tribe in time.

After all, the effort to find it needs to be rewarded, otherwise the fool will wander around and run to this labyrinthine cave in search of food.

As for Yevre, good fortune always revolves around him.

Look, the lucky coward, who was full of food and drink, didn't give the little Yevre the size of a palm a tooth sacrifice, and brought him back.

Since then, Yevre has lived a happy life of eating, recuperating from his injuries and playing games.