"Old!" Biscuit immediately covered his mouth tightly, afraid that his screams would draw Kurban in. "Isn't he going to bleed to death?" Biscuit recovered from the shock and asked again.

"No, he's not dead. He's not the tallest human being, but I don't think he's a match for a tall human man. And even if he loses half of his blood, he only needs to replenish enough water to easily knock me down in no time. ”

"Cookies" thought that Keith was bragging, as the beard on his chin was shaking slightly, just like "Cookies" lied to himself.

Not knowing what "Cookie" was thinking, Keith recounted to himself, "It was at that time that I heard that there was something unusual evil in this world that Main had, but he didn't know what it was. Just tell me that his blood can help me better deal with those evil beings. If, when I was dying, if it hadn't gotten better, he wanted me to pass on his blood. ”

"Strange request." "Cookies" muttered. At the same time, I wondered why Keith was telling him all these things. "If it were me, I wouldn't have agreed to that human's request." In the heart of the biscuit, the flesh and blood of the human beings who are the enemies of the Busen people are filthy and unclean, and the human beings must think the same way. As a result, humans and Busen have never considered each other as one of their sources of food.

"I drank Maine's blood and felt the power of Pengbai. But alas, I have not been able to find my enemies, so that dozens of thoughts have been wasted in idleness, until I am old. Case's voice became hoarse again from remorse. There was silence for a moment before Keith said again, "Death is already beckoning to me, and it is standing right in front of me, waving its claws. Time is running out. I'm afraid that every breath and heartbeat may become the last. ”

"I'll do my best to get the humans out there to allow me to bury you with dignity. Instead of throwing it in the river to feed the fish. "Cookies" are honest and authentic.

"Thank you for your kindness, kid. But I have one other thing to ask you about. That's why I, the dying old Busson, have struggled with death for so long. ”

"You can do it, but I can't promise it." "Cookies" are discreetly authentic.

"Well done, child, you are cautious, and this is exactly what I need, not a young man who says yes with a big grin, turns away and turns a deaf ear to my words." Keith's dough clumped together and looked crumpled.

"Biscuit" felt that the dying old Busson was smiling at himself, smiling humbly and pitifully. It made it very uncomfortable, and it thought that although it was still very young, it would eventually come to this point.

Sure enough, Case's next words were an apology: "I'm sorry kid." The last request ......"

"I promise you, whatever you ask." "Biscuits" said immediately.

"Yes, you have to promise me. Otherwise...... I will not forgive you. What "Biscuit" didn't expect was that the old man's next sentence suddenly became so tough. "Now, my position is the original Maine, and you ...... It's Keys. Before I take my last breath, you must drink my blood. ”

"It can't be, Keith. The situation is completely different, you and humanity are enemies, and we ...... It's of the same kind. "Biscuit" immediately exclaimed.

"What, don't you dare?" Keys's eyes narrowed, and then snapped open again.

"Don't dare? Joke, I won't get hurt in the slightest......" Biscuit's eyes widened, deliberately puffing out his chest.

"Then hurry up, if I swallow my breath, I'm afraid the effect will be greatly reduced. Also, I want to give you what Main once told me—my blood is precious, not a drop to be wasted, and you will soon find out that I am not lying. Keith glanced at Biscuit's body and said, "It looks like you don't have a weapon on you." So, do you see the stone plate that rides the barbecue? ”

"Look...... See. But...... What are you going to do with it? Cookie glanced at Keith's feet. In fact, it noticed the stone plate and clear water at Keith's feet from the very beginning.

The problem is that the jar of water might actually be able to hold Keith's blood, after all, the skinny Keith doesn't seem to be able to squeeze anything. And the stone pan ...... It doesn't seem to be of much use.

Keith gasped a few times and added; "I have a hunch that if I miss this opportunity, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to find another person. Although I had a better option in mind, I was delusional about getting the perfect result, and the result was ...... Forget it, maybe it's all predestined. Come on, young man, don't hesitate to follow my steps. ”

Biscuit's gaze moved in circles between Keith's body and the stone plate, looking uncertain.

"Don't be a coward, kid. This is your only chance to become a strong man and a hero to save Sirte. Keith hissed, and the air coming out of his mouth stirred the eardrums of the "cookie", and turned into a vibrating drum again.

The "cookie's" heartbeat thumped with the fluttering of the eardrums, and at this moment, it was no longer the cowardly and selfish Busen, but a strong man who intended to save the world.

Swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Biscuit" nodded heavily at Keith, and bent down to pick up the stone plate containing the meat.

"Put the barbecue on the ground, and then see the stone plate and come to me." Keith continued.

"Cookie" didn't hesitate to do so, even though he didn't know what he could do next.

Keith suddenly pursed his lips, revealing his rusty front teeth, but one of them was sharp and white, and looked like it had been carefully polished.

"Well, you should see this fangs on my left side, it's my pride, and it's helped me deal with countless enemies and unchewable food. Now, all you have to do is take the stone plate, get close to it, and strike hard. It's yours. Hurry up, don't keep the humans out there waiting too long, maybe they'll change their minds and rush in soon. That's bad. ”

"Cookie" knew that Keith was already burning the last bit of life. Now everything is superfluous, it can only do it.

With a "bang", "Biscuit" slammed the side of the stone plate into Keith's mouth, and quickly pulled it back.

Keith's head shook and startled the "cookie" for fear that it would die and that he was not prepared.

Thankfully, after a few grunts in his throat, Keith coughed twice, spitting out some of the teeth that were a mixture of blood and flesh, including the sharp-edged fang.

When he spoke again, all that could come out of his mouth was a few muffled noises, and it took a few moments for Biscuit to understand what it was saying: to stick the fangs into its neck.

"Do you really want to do this? Isn't there another option? "Biscuit" asked heartily, holding the blood-stained fang.

Keith didn't answer, maybe it was smashed by the "cookie", maybe its vitality had burned out.

"Biscuit" shoved his finger under Keith's nose, and could only feel a faint, almost imperceptible breath.

"Dead, dead......" "Cookie" murmured, gesturing his fangs in front of Keith, shaking.

"It's dead and can't wake up again. And here...... It was just me and it, two Bussons, and neither of us knew about the conversation between us. Let this absurd conversation and promise end with the passing of the old man. At least...... I keep a full body for it. I guess it won't blame me, right? "Biscuit" looked at the old man's closed eyes, thinking in his heart.

Suddenly, the old man's eyes actually opened, just like the scorching sun of the star of Sirte suddenly rose, and at once it shone all over the whole body of the "biscuit", and even its body and mind were completely violent under the gaze of these eyes.

"The gaze of the gods." At that moment, Biscuit's breathing and heartbeat also stopped, and only this thought was left in his mind.

Thankfully, the light in Keith's eyes dimmed immediately, and when Cookie lost his mind briefly, those eyes closed tightly.

"Cookie" understood the intent of Case's gaze, and it seemed to be able to guess its own thoughts, still warning itself in the last moments not to try to give up on its promise.

Everything that followed, "Biscuit" seemed to be guided in some way, its mind and body were completely stiff and mechanical, and it just kept changing its movements according to a certain routine: it pierced Keith's own fangs into its neck, poured the water from the jar on the ground, placed it in front of Keith, and then slowly pulled the fangs out again.

The red blood immediately shot out and splattered on the face of the "cookie", which was hot. It dipped a little of its finger in its mouth and put it in its mouth, and a spicy and fishy hot breath immediately poured into its throat.

"Biscuit" coughed violently twice, and hurriedly aimed the jar at the place where the blood was splattering. Heartland collects blood that seems to be stagnant at any moment.

To the surprise of the "biscuit", the old man's withered body and the thin wound were combined, but the energy continued to flow blood, and the jar was about to be filled.

"If its heart stopped beating, how could blood spurt out so quickly?" "Biscuit" thought to herself, and looked between Keith's ribs.

There are no unusual pulsations. But it did not dare to test with its own claws. Whatever the outcome, it will be sad.

When the blood in the jar was about to be filled, the blood injection of Biao changed magically, and it quickly stopped.

Now, in front of the "cookie" is a jar as high as his own legs.

The "biscuit" tumbled in its throat for a long time before he grabbed the jar and poured it up.

The hot sensation extends from the throat of the "cookie" to the abdomen and then to the whole body. It's not at all as nutritious and sweet as the flesh and blood of other animals that I've devoured.

"Maybe this old man is just a babbling madman. And I'm ...... But a fool who believes its madness. Occasionally, some negative thoughts will flash through the mind of "Cookie".

But it persevered, pouring not a drop of blood from the jar into its stomach.

Its belly became bulging and swollen, and the spicy sensations began to run through its body. Soon, the feeling of swelling and spiciness, became more and more severe. "Biscuit" felt that there was a flame burning in his body, and it was about to explode.

"Biscuit" panicked and tried to scream loudly, but unfortunately its throat seemed to be scorched by fire, and it couldn't make a sound. "Biscuit" picked up the jar and smashed it the ground.

With a "bang", the jar made a loud sound when it shattered, echoing throughout the cavern. There is no doubt that the humans who are guarding the outside will hear the movement inside and quickly rush in to check on the situation.

"Presumably, they will be the first to notice their pain and struggling, and they will start to treat them. As for the mess around and the dead Keith. I have to wait until I wake up and think about how to explain it. "Biscuit" was thinking about it in his heart, while waiting for rescue from humans.

Strangely, the humans didn't rush in for a long time. But the intense burning sensation still hit in waves, and the "biscuit" couldn't hold on any longer, and his eyes went black and fainted.

……

Outside the chamber of the cavern, there was a smooth mirror, and everything in it had been refracted by the light several times, and most of it was completely transmitted to it. And Kurban, Han Chunyang, and the middle-aged man who was in charge of guarding Keith were now gathered around the mirror, staring motionlessly at the movement on the mirror.

Ever since Kurban left the chamber deep in the cavern, he had been staring motionless at the silent image on the mirror. Only now did he reach out and touch his chin.

"See what? My lord. Han Chunyang asked anxiously.

Unexpectedly, Kurban, who had always been thoughtful, shook his head helplessly and said, "What are these two beasts doing?" Crazy and crazy. ”

"Maybe they were two crazy people in the first place. I see that the Busen people we caught before are more normal than these two guys, I don't know how many times. But the adults ......," the middle-aged man who acted as a guard interjected.

"Shut up! What do you know? When did Da Rao judge that something went wrong? Han Chunyang rebuked in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, yes." The middle-aged man hurriedly nodded and apologized. Just a day or two ago, Han Chunyang would not let him be so jealous. But now, even if no one told him personally, he could tell from Han Chunyang's expression and his own feelings that his own backer, Captain Ma Qiang, had disappeared from this world forever.