In front of the cave, there was a slightly bright fire, and a pot of water was boiling, and in the boiling water was a pair of eagle wings that had not yet been peeled.

"Uh... What's going on?" the man raised his right hand and looked at it carefully, not seeing the slightest scar, but feeling a faint burning pain in his fingers.

There was a rhythmless rattle in his stomach, as if to remind him of something.

Then, patiently in pain, he stepped forward and removed the boiler from the shelf, extinguished the fire by the way, and sat back down in front of the boiler, and began to tinker with the contents of the pot.

At this time, the eagle wing is just a kind of food in his eyes.

Immediately, he used pliers to clip one of the eagle's wings out of the hot water, and began to peel off the long, wet brown hair on the top.

A little bit of green liquid spilled out of the tear, making the man feel weird.

But monsters are monsters, and it's normal for blood to have a special hue—he thinks.

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