The sun walked leisurely overhead like a bored gentleman. The autumn tiger is showing his lofty status to this piece of heaven and earth, exuding the power of the hot and dry.

I was in front of the cell, and now I was sweating. I had already taken off my patched shirt. At this time, he was naked, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

But now I don't care about that. It's been a long time since the last time we ate eyebrow grass. Although I can still clearly feel the fatigue caused by Zama's body, it is already within the range of my body.

I've never been so clear, it's a strange feeling, maybe that's one of the benefits of Zama.

I am very pleased with the results we have achieved so far. Although I don't know how many times I ate eyebrow grass in exchange, but if it goes on like this, even if I don't eat eyebrow grass in the future, I can easily tie up the horse for a morning.

"It seems that Zamabu's cultivation method is still quite easy!"

The corners of my mouth went up, secretly proud. But what I don't know is that this world is filled with chaos. Nourished by the aura of chaos, all the creatures in this world are far more powerful than my original world.

In this world, even an untrained adult can easily tie up a horse for a morning. And the situation I am in now is clearly a sign of weakness. But I didn't know what I was going to do, I just kept snickering.

And my jolt didn't last long. I heard the broken earth lying in the rocking chair next to me open his eyes, and then said to me, "The morning's mission is over. Eat a straw, take a loaf, and come with me to the river. Then he walked straight to the river.

I sat down on the ground as if I had been amnesty. Although I can bear this pain, I can still deeply feel the fatigue caused by this pain.

First took out a brow grass and put it in his mouth, and then reluctantly reached out to the unpalatable flatbread.

Even though I ate this bread when I was hungry, I could barely bear it. However, in a state of constant hunger, eating one thing all the time, and it is so unpalatable, is really a kind of mental torture. Even after I got used to the taste of the bread, my heart was full of resistance to it.

The turbulent river and the hot sun draw a line, and coming to the river is like stepping into another world.

At this time, the groundbreaking was doing a strange action by the river. I saw a half-kneeling body facing the valley, and the squatting body was half a head taller than me. The bald head with the short hair and this "proposal" posture looks very funny.

With a smile, he put the stack of flatbread by the river first, and then walked over to the broken earth.

While waiting for the ground to be broken next, I enjoyed the coolness of the river. And just when I was enjoying it, I was stunned for a moment. Something was coming at my forehead at a rapid pace.

Before I could react, it was already in my head. I heard a muffled sound, and then I was ejected two meters away.

That's right, I was "bounced" out. What attacked me just now was nothing more than a finger that broke the ground.

In the moment before landing, a thought flashed through my mind: "My hunch has finally come true." One of the purposes for which he kept me was to fight! Looking at it this way, the morning was still merciful. ”

My forehead was cracked and I felt a painful sensation. I clutched my head and writhed on the ground in pain. At this time, I was like a prawn struggling desperately in hot water.

But he hit me with just the right amount of force. The force was just enough to crack the frontal bone, but the brain didn't hurt much.

After "playing" me, he continued: "From now until dark, as long as you can touch my face, this training will be over." ”

Then he said to himself in disappointment: "This kid is too weak, and he doesn't know when he will be able to use his fists." ”

In the intense pain, I quickly stuffed a mewrow into my mouth, and then grabbed the unpalatable flatbread while staring at him viciously.

His contemptuous attitude and the pain he caused me blew me up. Nibbled on the bread, like he rushed over. And there he was half-kneeling, waiting for me to "throw myself into the net".

Once, twice... Ten times...

In the end, I can't remember how many times he "bounced" back, but I knew that every time I went up, there would be a break on my body.

Maybe it's that I've had enough of that feeling of being slighted in my last life—fed up with that feeling of being left out in the cold—fed up with the feeling of being held in the hands of people forever. That's why he rushed to the "devil" again and again like a fool.

And the ground was still half-kneeling in place—still with only one finger—and still with that contemptuous attitude. It's like a tireless machine, over and over again, beating me back.

Maybe he wants to keep it, so I'll use this toy for entertainment. The finger that could have easily killed me came to me every time.

The moon succeeded in driving out the sun and shining proudly in mid-air. At this time, the crickets and gnats are also flatteringly sounding the horn of victory for the moon.

The stack of flatbread I had placed on the rocks by the river was now the last three or four. And my "tireless" figure is still rushing towards the groundbreaking like a desperate one.

Although the eyebrow grass can repair any damage on my body, it can't erase the mental fatigue caused by being knocked down again and again.

I'm just mentally numb now, repeating the process of rushing at him, eating and then rushing at him.

I remember rushing at him one last time. No, that's just walking.

I staggered over to him, my big godless eyes so unobstructed. At this time, I was like a boat rushing to death in the storm. Knowing that it was death, he resolutely rushed to the storm.

And his indifferent eyes, which had not changed much, were also a little softer at this moment.

This time he didn't attack me, he clasped his hands around his chest and let me hit him.

At this point, my spirit had reached its limit. Just rubbed his fist lightly on his cheek, and then fell on top of him with his fist.

Breaking the ground lifted the hugging position he had just held, and then stretched out his hands to hold me.

I saw the corners of my mouth raised in his arms, a smile was spreading, and his voice was extremely ethereal: "I hit." Then he fell asleep.

At this moment, Breaking Earth has been looking at my chicken nest-like white hair, and I haven't moved for a long time. There was the indifference in his eyes again.

But soon, he came back to his senses from his memories. He shook his head violently, put me on the ground, scooped up the river with his hands that were wrapped like big bowls, and threw it at me.

I was woken up by the cold water, and my empty eyes finally regained some of their brightness.

I haven't figured out what happened. I just heard the deep, demonic voice ringing in my ears again

"The third cultivation begins!"