1:367 Erosion of the Fallen Heaven (1)

When Bediwell opened his eyes, it was already night.

He felt pain all over his body, and the countless wounds on his body were covered by the long strip-like leaves of an herb, wrapping his whole body into a leaf man.

He turned his head to look at Albert on the side, "Is it necessary to make it look like this?" "This is a special wound medicine, your little wound will heal in a few moments." The tiger boy said as he sat down in his chair and shivered.

"What are you doing?" asked Bediwell. The white tiger's trembling body was obviously not a normal move.

"Hug, sorry, it's bad habits. Albert tried to restrain his tremors, "Eat, eat, it's dinner today." Bediwell looked at the plate on the table. Sure enough, in addition to the tasteless scones, there were also a few thin slices of kebab meat.

The flesh of that beast.

The monster ate the flesh that had grown up since the humans had grown.

Thinking of this, Bediwell's face immediately stiffened: "I will never eat it." Eating this is equivalent to eating those people indirectly. Albert's face was helpless, and the black tiger stripes on his forehead wrinkled into a W-shape, "Bediwell, you are so serious about everything, it is difficult to survive on this harsh shijie." Serious people always die at the earliest, either suffocating or suffering a loss. "Whatever you want. Bedi said, picking up the scones in one hand and eating them, thinking that those scones that taste the same as chewing wax are the safest.

However, he was counted again. When he took the first bite, he noticed that the scones had a little more flavor that they didn't have originally. The meat of the monster has been minced into a puree and mixed into scones. The porcupine meat is rich and mellow, and even if it is not seasoned, it is extremely delicious.

The delicious gravy with fat had already seeped into every corner of the pancake and spread throughout Bediwell's mouth with his first bite.

(Damn.) (It's such a terrifying monster.) It's obviously a man-eating monster. (weishenme, but it will be so delicious?!?) The werewolf boy cried while eating. He couldn't stop himself from swallowing the piece of baked bread in his stomach, and he couldn't stop himself from being consumed by guilt. He's already eaten. The flesh of the demonic beast that had eaten people was eaten by him.

It's as if he had eaten people. Everything has become irretrievable.

Moreover, that damn monster meat is actually so delicious. The thought of eating people made him want to vomit, but he couldn't! His body longed for the delicious meat of the monster!

"Damn, Woo Woo Woo Albert, you want to lie to me like this" The werewolf boy couldn't stop crying, but his mouth didn't stop, and he began to boldly grab the roast meat on the plate and eat it. He's already eaten it once, and he doesn't care about eating more anymore, so he just breaks the jar.

Albert on the side looked at Bediwell with the eyes of an alien, with sympathy and helplessness in his ice-blue eyes: "I'm sorry, Bedi." But you need to eat something nutritious to recover your body. "Although the werewolf boy was full, his spirit was extremely depressed. Not only did he fail to save the prisoners of war, but he also wounded himself all over his body and indirectly ate people.

He failed at all else. The more he tried, the more he failed. He knew his powerlessness and stupidity, but he couldn't do anything about it.

There are some things in this shijie that you can't succeed by trying hard. People who are stupid by nature will only fail no matter how hard they try. There is something [fate] about this shijie that is absolutely irreversible.

These thoughts suddenly filled the werewolf boy's heart with gloom.

Looking at Bedwell, who was crying on the table, Albert whispered, "You think our life is easy to meow? During the Great Famine, he even tried to push the old, weak, sick and disabled people of his clan into the death pit to feed the monsters.

In this way, while cutting down the mouth of eating, he survived by relying on the fattened demonic beast.

To be alive has always been heavy and cruel. Don't underestimate the word survival, boy!" Before that, Bedwell was laughing at the naivety of the young Albert. He was completely wrong. It is Bedi himself who is naïve, and although Albert acts like a ghost who has never seen the world, he has already experienced countless baptisms of wind and frost.

The werewolf boy reached out and wiped the tears from his face, "I'm sorry, El I shouldn't blame you. I am not in a position to blame you. You have done nothing wrong, if it is to live—" "No. Albert said, with sadness in his eyes, "No one knows whether what we're doing is right or wrong." Maybe we're just trying to cover up our sins with the excuse of [living] - so don't say sorry to me. I don't know if you've blamed us or not. "To be alive has always been heavy and cruel. There is no way to distinguish between right and wrong, there is only survival. [Bear the sins and survive] this thought.

The tiger boy instantly put aside those heavy topics, and smiled at Bediwell: "Don't think about it, let's go to the hot springs? Bediwell was surprised by the other party's instantaneous change of face. The psychological quality of this little tiger is too good to be terrible.

Ten minutes later.

"Whew. Albert jumped into the water, splashing Bediwell in the face. There was only one faux pas who would have done this before, and that was Tristan.

Bediwell looked at the white tiger helplessly. The tiger boy was cheeky and smiled at the werewolf boy casually.

"It's good that you're always so optimistic. Bediwell said helplessly.

"Meow hahahahaha, that's called optimistic meow, you're always so simple, it's so good!" the other replied.

Bediwell was stunned for a moment, he leaned his back against the stone wall by the pool, and his hand flicked the water in boredom, "Albert, we're friends, aren't we?" The tiger boy said ambiguously, "I'm just in charge of you." In the midst of the war, everyone is busy to death, and people like me who eat idle food have time to watch over you. I'm just doing my job, and whether or not I can be your friend ultimately depends on the position you choose. "Even in war, I don't want to be your enemy. The werewolf boy whispered, "I know you're a good man—" "Bedi, you can't live on your own. Albert said, "If I were ordered to kill you, I wouldn't hesitate." At that time, you will try to resist for the sake of your own life, please don't show mercy to me. "You're always able to say those kind of heartless words with a smile on your face. Albert was silent.

Bediwell was also silent. He looked at the starry sky, it was a rare sunny day tonight.

"Maybe I'm really a nasty bastard, Bedi. Albert suddenly said, "My brother Robert was a good fighter, clever and capable, and brave in battle.

I always live in his shadow, no matter what I do, I am inferior to him, no matter how hard I try, I am inferior to him, and I only deserve to be made fun of. Oh, I really hated my brother back then. I wish he was going to die soon

When I learned that my brother had died in the massacre in Egypt, when my father wept over the hides that humans had taken from my brother's body, I was really a little happy—maybe I was a sinful man. Bediwell suddenly felt sour in his heart. The brothers are simply a reflection of himself and Papalov.

"Since you are still blaming yourself, your brother will definitely forgive you. Bediwell reassured.

"He is long dead, and how can the dead know forgiveness. I don't believe that people have souls after death. Albert said unhappily, "Bedi, don't comfort me. I don't need your mercy. Rather than Lang taking the time to worry about me—you kid hurry up and finish the adventure story you owe me!?" the werewolf boy sighed and continued to finish his adventures with Arthur and the others.