The crawltipede monster went crazy in pain, and its body struggled violently.

The forked tongue retracted sharply and began to spew liquid in the direction of Jevre.

Streams of green poison struck, and Yevre couldn't care about the pain, and his right hand holding the dagger pushed hard, turning on his side.

The donkey then rolls backwards in a rapid manner, quickly moving away from the venom-spraying area.

The venom landed on the ground with a sizzling sound.

I saw that the place where the venom landed was instantly blackened and corrupted, and there was an unpleasant pungent smell.

Yevre shook his little reddened head, scared for a moment.

Even the pain that has worsened again has been ignored, but I feel extremely happy.

Fortunately, he is agile and has excellent eyesight, otherwise he would not have been turned into a puddle of liquid by this bone-like venom.

The right hand gently flicked the drooping left arm, bared his teeth and grinned, and then rushed forward quickly.

Like a bolt of lightning, it flashed to the side of the badly injured Crawltipede monster in the blink of an eye.

The centipede monster blinked at its full-angle compound eye and fixed on Yevre for fear that it would repeat its old trick again.

Another blow of the same kind would not be a serious injury or a dying struggle.

There was not much venom left in the rapid spitting just now, and he could only move his torso, which had been hit hard, and was still dripping with bursts of yellow body fluids.

Dozens of nearly 100 long knobular legs covered with sharp barbs slowly faced Yevre on his side in an irregular stroke, on full alert.

Faced with the vigilant Crawltipede, Yevre has lost the opportunity to raid.

Immediately stepped back, away from its side, away from its long legs.

The few wounds on his chest that ached once again reminded him that barbs were really not decorations.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

Time passed little by little in such a strange atmosphere.

Yevre saw that they were starting to stalemate with each other, and the two hum generals behind him were about to attack, and slowly began to get a little agitated.

Step back, choose another hidden cave, or fight again?

Yevre began to hesitate, to think.

But suddenly, the white flesh foam of the centipede monster inexplicably began to stimulate itself.

Hungry stomachs were beating and thundering.

He wiped the residue of the meat foam that was still hanging on his body, and sent it to his mouth without extricating himself.

A wonderful taste is instantly transmitted from the tip of the tongue, and it is a faint sweetness.

The fresh aroma of meat seems to have stimulated the blood in the middle of nowhere.

The inexplicable force caused the pale blue blood to tumble and boil, rushing through the long blood vessels and reaching the brain.

Driven by an inexplicable force, Yevre instantly lost his mind, threw away his dagger, and rushed straight towards the Millipede Creature.

Life and death have been put out of the mind, and there is only one word left, eat!

The centipede monster, which was in a stalemate state of serious injury, saw that its prey was menacing, and it was actually frightened for a while, and struggled to retreat.

Once the prey has any killer feature, it is the transition between the prey and the hunter, and it is safer to be cautious.

The furious Yevre ignored it and rushed straight in front of the centipede.

The sharp four right fingernails were quickly pulled out, bringing up the afterimage of the Dao.

Unexpectedly, he successfully stabbed directly into the cautious centipede monster's left compound eye, and twisted it hard.

The centipede monster's left eye was discarded, and the severe pain hit, and he couldn't help but shiver.

The large jaw in front of the fangs and big mouth reflexively clamped, and Yevre was clamped into the pelvis without resisting.

Extreme pain came from the pelvic area, and the irritation of Jevre's right hand became even more frenzied.

Penetrate directly into the eyeball, penetrate deep into the eye socket, and touch the warm-touch semi-solid substance.

A bloodthirsty expression appeared directly on Yevre's hideous little face.

The sharp nails were like metal knives, stabbing heavily at the semi-solid substance, and when they were stirred, the white object flowed out with the right hand that was withdrawn, splashing everywhere.

The strength of the Millipede Creature's jaw weakened for a moment, and it involuntarily let go of the clamped Yevre.

The seven-foot-long torso twitched and swayed unconsciously.

Many long legs covered with barbs, swaying slightly irregularly, actually have a sense of déjà vu swinging the oars.

With a snap, the berserk fell weakly to the ground, splashing a splash of blood.

Looking at the centipede monster that was already in a state of death in front of him, but his nervous system was still moving unconsciously, a sense of satisfaction and happiness arose.

A body that is twice as long as himself, and the thick torso is almost like a waist, how much fresh meat is as white as jade!

Full-filled, full-filled. Say important things three times.

What is a broken left arm, what are these cuts on the chest, what is the big deal about the pelvic bone that is about to break, and the flesh wounds caused by the gamerists before don't even care.

Before this feast, everything is cloudy.

Yevre, who was prostrate on the ground, waited quietly, it was time for the harvest, but he couldn't carelessly lose Jingzhou and capsized the boat.

Who knows if it's a real death or a bluff death, in the world of demons, no matter how weird things are, it's not surprising.

Even resurrection from the dead is a common thing, let alone a small trick.

Slowly crawling up to the discarded metal dagger, he dug up a fist-sized stone with all his might, and smashed it with all his might, which was no longer twitching and swinging.

Boom, there was no reaction.

Dig harder, smash harder.

Nearly fifty stones were almost enough to bury the centipede's head.

Only then did Yevre drag his scarred body, endure the severe pain, and move over little by little, and the light blue blood slowly flowed along the way.

Moving nearer, Yevre slapped his dagger against the big jaw that hung down to see the white semi-solid matter beneath the stone.

Eventually, he grinned at the white flesh on the centipede monster's back.

Those who live can only be victors, feasters of flesh and blood.

And the loser can only be stripped of his armor and eaten meat, or even used repeatedly.

This carapace can be used as armor. The big jaw can be processed into weapons, the venom glands can be used to make people, and the sharp barbs can also be used to make traps...

The cowardly eye didn't waste that word.

Forget about the things that are used repeatedly, what armor, weapons, traps and venom, where there is food that matters first.

Especially this quality, such a quantity of fresh meat, was placed in front of Yevre like this.

That is, the drunkard met the thousand-year-old wine, the smoker met the Ninety-Five Supreme, and the pervert met the stunning beauty.

Don't hesitate, don't stand still, enjoy life!

Since I was born, I haven't had a full meal.

With scarce grass roots, the occasional drop of food scraps, some unidentified material left in the cave, or the blood, hair, and bones of a tribe to feed his hunger, the winner's prize came too suddenly.

How to eat, how long, how to store, how to hide?

This kind of happiness that has never been before is full of troubles in my mind, and I can't dissipate it for a long time.

The sound of the drumming of the stomach sounded at the right time, reminding Yevre that when he was hungry, he should eat and not think too much.

Who knows what will happen next. It's safe to eat!

Yevre no longer hesitated, and carefully began to cut with a dagger.

A fist-sized piece of white meat was stuffed directly into his mouth like a jujube.

The sharp fangs were cutting, crushing, chewing hard, and then slowly sliding down the throat, into the esophagus, and into the stomach.

Fresh with a little sweetness, full but juicy, tender...

A feast of taste that has never been seen before hits so clearly.

Jevre is drunk!

It's like a breeze blowing, the young grass is budding, and the warm sun is shining on you.

What kind of experience is this, this is the quality of life that the demon clan should have.

The feeling of satisfaction and sufficiency in his stomach made Yevre flow two springs of fresh water.

It's been a year, a whole year, and the stomach has never been so full power.

Stomach acid is constantly being secreted, and food is broken down and digested at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

High-quality food becomes a warm stream of nutrients, which begins to fill the body with blood flow.

Strange things started happening.

Jevre noticed that the wound was itching and the bones were shaking inexplicably.

When I looked down, the muscles in the chest wound were squirming slightly, and the blood in the pelvis gradually stopped flowing.

It's strange! Although the cowardly demon has a strong physical recovery ability, it is far from reaching this level, right?

Yevre was puzzled and didn't understand what was going on. It's always good to at least speed up healing, though!

If you don't understand it, you don't want to. Gastronomy at the moment, everything doesn't matter.