"I'm on my own today."

Chu Ming jumped off a "vertical tail" that ran out of energy, he couldn't remember how many vehicles he had changed, not only mechas, floating cars, tanks, small airships, as long as he could get his hands on things, Chu Ming was using them, but he still couldn't get rid of the chasing soldiers behind him. He had already guessed most of the reason, because he had been feeling a trace of spiritual power fluctuations spreading above his head, covering a large area around him, obviously, there was a spiritual power master staring at him, this was a problem that Chu Ming had not encountered, and he was also looking for a way to crack it, but he had not found it for the time being.

"I'm really sleepy."

For Chu Ming, sleep is dispensable, but even so, he still feels sleepy, which means that his body and mind have reached a limit and he urgently needs to rest. This is a kind of extravagant hope, now there is no way except for high movement Chu Ming, as long as he stops, he will be attacked immediately, this fact has been verified twice, Chu Ming will not dare to try again. The only thing he tried now was Meggie's method - mental dilution. Because this method allowed him to escape a precision strike, Chu Ming firmly believed that it was not a coincidence.

"Damn it, naval guns."

This was a blind fire from naval guns, and the enemy only guessed that Chu Ming might be in this direction, and after guessing wrong countless times, he still guessed correctly.

The naval cannon is a weapon that even high-level substitute cultivators dare not confront head-on, let alone Chu Ming, who does not have a mecha. Chu Ming ran wildly in the wilderness, the ability of the scale compound eyes and the ability to simulate Meggie's talent were used to the extreme, there would be no gap in the attack of the naval guns, but there was a time difference, and this extremely small time difference was Chu Ming's escape route.

"Shhhh

Chu Ming's back was rubbed by the particle beam, and the vaporized muscle tissue was scorched black in an instant, at this level, Chu Ming had no time to close his perception, he could only resist hard, and he couldn't slow down his pace and deduce in his mind because of the pain in his heart.

"Hiss-"

The damage was increasing, and Chu Ming felt that he would fall to the ground and be slaughtered in the next step, but he was still persistent, as if he was holding on mechanically, and the only thing that supported him was faith, not the hope of life, the fear of death, and the belief of not admitting defeat.

In a trance, Chu Ming seemed to hear a sentence - "In addition to **, it is more important to temper a strong soul." This sentence seemed to give him a kind of enlightenment, Chu Ming felt that he had grasped something, and at the same time, he felt that the ability of the scaly compound eyes seemed to be stronger, and the beam of light from the distant sky became clearer......

The last beam of light finally disappeared in the vast wilderness, and Chu Ming's dilapidated body also collapsed, and another sentence sounded in his heart-"If you treat death as a friend, then you will think it is a good friend." ”……

The Rigot Plains are so vast that even years of war can't wipe out life in the grasslands, and the Rigot runs faster than the wind, and the slow-moving antelope herders trail behind these beautiful animals. The old man Sinbonda is such an antelope herdsman, and he is also the most unscrupulous antelope herdsman.

"Bastard! Then a good pasture was destroyed. ”

The old man Xin Bangda angrily looked at a shiny land and scolded, needless to say, he knew that the Dao was a masterpiece of naval artillery. After a moment, Simbondar saw his knees, and the snake shook its head and tail at his feet.

"Iron hoop, what are you doing? You're angry too, aren't you, bastards! Kindness? Is there anything out there? Go ahead, bring it to me. ”

The knee-like snake "Iron Hoop" happily swam out of the gang, dragged back a piece of coke for a while, and then flattered the gang and spit out the letter beside the old man Simbangda.

"What, charred antelope? It doesn't seem to be, there are no horns, is it, is it - oops, quick, hoop, get me into the house! ”

Old man Simbanda's mobile caravan is like a grocery store, with a variety of shelves in the style of a gypsy. Old man Simbonda rummaged through the shelves, a pot billowing smoke in the middle of the caravan.

"Iron hoop, get that guy here."

Old man Simbonda threw the medicine in his hand into the pot, and the smoke choked him and coughed violently.

"Hurry up and put on the hoop, the effect of this medicine cannot be delayed."

The old man of Simbanda pulled a hinge, and the iron pot was lifted up with a creaky sound, and then moved to the top of the coke and slowly tilted, and some black viscous liquid slowly covered the coke completely, making a sizzling sound.

"Okay, iron hoop, look here, I'm tired, I need to rest for a while."

After pouring the last drop of liquid in the pot, the old man Xin Bangda beat the waist of the hard Bangbang, and walked to the bedroom without even cleaning up the pot, it was too tiring for him today.

When the old man Sinbonda woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day, and sleeping was the hobby of the old man Sinbonda, and it was also the tradition of the antelope herdsmen, even the last antelope herdsman, Sinbonda, still stubbornly adhered to this tradition.

"Iron hoop, come here."

The knee-like snake "Iron Hoop" swam in from the outside and licked it with a long letter on the well-textured palm of the old man Simbanda

"How's that guy?"

"Oh, I know, black, barbecue. It's not a barbecue, it's burnt. The barbecue is an antelope. ”

"I said, iron hoop, this is not food, if you eat him I will chop you into seven or eight pieces, and then throw it far away, so that you can't fight it back for several days, you show me, come and tell me if there is anything abnormal, I'm going to see the antelope, this pasture is over, I hope those bastards don't destroy the nearby pasture, otherwise we will be sad this winter."

The old man took his whip and whistle and walked out of the caravan, a knee-snake and a piece of coke lay side by side in the caravan, the "iron hoop" was cautious for a while, and then the boredom made it sleepy, and finally he could not resist the temptation of the nebuta, and fell into a deep sleep with the letter in his hand. The inside of the caravan was completely silent, and Lian Feng did not want to come here to open the door. A piece of sunshine lingered in the doorway for a while, and then left disappointed......

"Click."

The sound of the fine shattering was like an eggshell shattering, and the "iron hoop" sensitively supported the first half of his life, swallowing the letter and feeling the strangeness around him.

"Click."

The sound sounded again and allowed the "iron hoop" to find a strange position. It's the coke, the drug on the surface of the coke has dried up, and now there are thread-like cracks on the surface of the coke.

The "iron hoop" coiled its long body nervously, and it was hesitating whether to report the matter to the old man Xinbangda.

"Click, click—"

The sound paused for a moment, and suddenly it sounded intensively, and countless cracks were spreading and intermingling, gradually like a net dense on this section of coke, and a faint light could be faintly seen in the cracks.

The knee-neesing snake "Iron Hoop" stared for a while, and finally determined that this was what its owner called an anomaly, so it swam quickly out the door.

The inside of the caravan was full of clicks, and the black cracks of the drug began to peel off after they were too dense to be any denser, like shaking off dust. A human figure with a faint glow appeared. If you get closer, you can see that these rays of light are composed of countless filaments of light, densely wrapping this figure completely, and these filaments of light are still flowing and circulating, which is extremely weird.

The old man who came in a hurry watched all this in amazement, the wisdom accumulated in his long life made him do nothing, he knew that this was beyond the scope of his knowledge, and the only thing to do was to wait.

Chu Ming was asleep, having a beautiful dream. In his dream, there were flowers all over the mountains, many butterflies dancing among the flowers, the melodious wind carrying pink pollen from here to there, and he himself was a butterfly, a butterfly about to break out of the cocoon. Just like a pregnant woman, full of happiness and expectation.

Two days later, the light on the surface of Chu Ming's body gradually faded, and these rays of light were like hairs growing out of his body, shortening inch by inch. Then with a groan, Chu Ming suddenly woke up

"Do you want water?" An old voice sounded in Chu Ming's ears, and Chu Ming tried to open his eyes, but the slimy thing on the surface of his body made his eyelids heavy.

"Iron hoop, get some water. No, get him out of the stump and get him under the dragon's head. At the order of the old man Simbanda, the knee-like snake "iron hoop" coiled up the human form on the ground and swam out of the caravan.

Behind the caravan was a tall cistern, a rusty iron pipe and a faucet with half of the handle missing.

"Wow-"

The coldness of the water made Chu Ming tremble for a moment, and then he felt his body slowly soften, and finally he could open his mouth, and a mouthful of water entered his mouth. Chu Ming suddenly felt very thirsty, so he opened his mouth wide.

"Iron hoop, stop, he's drinking too much water, get him back and get him on top of the blanket." Old man Simbonda calmly commanded

A soft blanket, a warm fire. Chu Ming trembled and enjoyed this wonderful warmth, but his eyes still couldn't be opened.

A hissing brass kettle spewed hot air from its belly on the stove. The old man Hinbonda carried the rubbed handle and poured the hot water into a white tin bowl. Then he brought the bowl to Chu Ming's mouth

"It's hot, but it has to be drunk like this, it's the spinal cord of an antelope."

Chu Ming opened his mouth mechanically. It was hot, but not so much that it burned his esophagus. This warm current flows from the mouth to the stomach, like a hot lava, and a spicy taste that is more pungent than the lava.

"Don't spit out, that's the Flame Grass Seed."

The old man Xin Bangda pinched Chu Ming's throat and suppressed one of his regurgitations. This warm current spread in Chu Ming's body, expelling the coldness in Chu Ming's body little by little.

After about an hour, the old man Xinbangda refilled the stove with new carbon. In the smoke of the new carbon, the old man Sinbonda coughed violently again. At the same time, Chu Ming also slowly opened his eyes.