The vast Belém grasslands, on the edge of the great forest of Grelu, are filled with the madness of the arrival of the rainy season. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the weather is gray and cloudy. Ding Qiang looked up at this terrible god, his mood was extremely depressed, if it weren't for the extreme injuries in his body, he would have been on the verge of going berserk at this moment.

At this time, he was lying at the door of the house with his eyes squinted, watching the monster old man cook clumsily. It didn't work to whet his appetite at all. His thoughts were like a dark cloud in the sky.

This world is a bit like the earth in the Middle Ages, but the human physique is completely different from that of the earthlings. The style of the weapon is also strange, and Ding Qiang gave a preliminary definition of: It is still in the era of cold weapons. Of course, he found the most important thing: everyone in this world has strange and powerful abilities, and they are all monsters!

However, it was discovered that Ding Qiang was still in extreme grief and still couldn't let go of this experience. I came to this world in a daze, said goodbye to my parents, and my daughter who had just been born, thinking of this, my heart was like a knife, and the heartache and the injury I was suffering now, the double stimulation tortured him even harder.

Ansangue was trying to make a good meal to replenish Barton's body. Patton is the most gifted warrior of their tribe, strong like Wharton, the protector of the Belen grassland, four days ago, in order to cover everyone to avoid the encirclement and suppression of the Khasa Empire, one man fought the entire team and died of exhaustion. But he killed all the people of the team, which was a nightmare team in the eyes of the tribe, and won the treatment of the tribe's sacrifice and funeral. It was housed in a makeshift tribal temple. But a miracle happened, and after lightning and thunder last night, a white light fell into the temple, and Barton woke up.

Ansange is the priest of the tribe, and he was discussing with everyone last night how to survive in the future, and everyone was sad, and the mood and morale of the tribe were extremely low. The Great Forest of Grelu is also a forest of death, and the border with the Belen grassland is also extraordinarily desolate, where demonic beasts are rampant, and there are super-class peak demonic beasts on the continent. The tribe was cornered, and after entering this Jedi, many people had lost the courage to survive, and even more so, the limited number of warriors of the tribe died one after another, especially after the death of the strongest Patton, the situation was extremely bad.

Unsanger was excited now, not just because of Barton's resurrection, but because of the prophecy that had been secretly circulating in the midst of their sacrifice for him to see come true. It was because of that prophecy that the supreme ruler of the Khaza Empire ordered the extermination of all the tribes on the periphery and within the empire. The prophecy says: The new Continental Orderer will come to the Continent by resurrecting the Divine Light from the dead, and a new spark of civilization will bloom among the tribes, and a new Orderly World will eventually be formed.

Although the sacrificial system was very popular in the Hasa Empire, and tribal sacrifice was an important part of the imperial sacrifice, when politics encountered a power struggle, there would always be abandoned children, and the poor tribe was thus placed on the identity of a traitor who plotted to usurp the country and seize power, and the empire went all out to encircle and suppress.

At the beginning of last night, when I found that Barton was alive again, he was in extreme decadence, so I muttered something like that. But when he came back to his senses, he immediately jumped up excitedly, rushed in directly, and gave us Ding Qiang a bear hug. almost didn't strangle "Barton" alive in his eyes.

In this way, Ding Qiang was invited out of the coffin and placed alone in the "bedroom" of the sacrifice. Just this morning, in the extremely shocked eyes of Ang Sange, Ding Qiang stepped out of bed and leaned against the door to look at the scenery. Ansang originally wanted to use the healing skills he had inadvertently obtained to heal Barton at the cost of his own vitality, but now it seems that after Barton's resurrection, his self-healing ability is amazing. I couldn't get out of bed yesterday, but I can go to the ground today, obediently, what a pervert. I was still thinking of chatting with Barton, but as soon as I walked in, I heard Barton's stomach growling, and then I found that Barton had not eaten for four days and four nights, so he hurriedly went into battle to make medicinal porridge for Barton.

Regardless of Ansanger's excitement and a little clumsy cooking behavior. Now Ding Qiang is extremely trough cake.

His mental strength is constantly depleting, and the reason is because of grief and longing - he has given up the instinct to survive. Originally, Barton's physical condition was okay, but he couldn't bear his scarred body for the battle, and Ding Qiang was still in a bad cold just now, so he suddenly occupied such a strange body, and he was not suitable in all aspects, and there was a problem at the mental level first. Our Ansange, after examination, came to a startling conclusion, which was almost far from the truth. He told the tribesmen that Barton had a problem with his mental fit because of his sudden resurrection.

Slowly, Ding Qiang fell into a coma.

The body is weak and lacks any strength, and the spirit is extremely tired. It felt like I was back in that weird dream. But there was no pain, no nausea, only boundless loneliness and emptiness enveloping his spirit.

Just as Ding Qiang's consciousness drifted aimlessly, the appearance of Barton appeared in his mind. Ding Qiang was taken aback.

"Why did you get here, what do you want to do?"

"You can't go home, you can't be with your loved ones, and you will be able to better understand what it's like to lose a loved one. I'm the same, I can't help but see my relatives die in front of my eyes one by one. I want you to ask for one thing, to live well, to help me protect my people, is that okay?"

"In exchange for your help, I will voluntarily give up my soul dominance and let you completely merge, but you must promise me! Otherwise, I will kill you now!" Barton took an aggressive stance.

“......”

Seeing that Ding Qiang didn't speak, Barton overtook Ding Qiang.

"Wait!" Ding Qiang, who came back to his senses, shuddered, and said, "I can't go back, but you have to tell me what the world is like, and why do you all have those abilities, for example, how can the fire used by the old man Mao to burn the fire come out of the body?

"What is the world you are talking about, I don't understand, but the current Hasa Empire is just a small country on this continent, this continent is known for its military strength, and it needs to condense the essence element, which is divided into samurai, Jingwu, Yuanwu, Wusheng, and Martial God, and each class is divided into ten stars, and the combat power varies greatly between the various classes, I am the Jingwu who broke through 5 days ago, and it is less than one star Jingwu, and the reason why the entire team can be destroyed is related to their miscalculation of our combat strength. It's just a fluke. ”

"There are all kinds of evil exercises in this continent, what do you want to say about the strongest, what I know are the three giants in the Great Forest of Ge Lilu, okay, what I please, please help me finish it, now, relax, don't resist, I give you my soul." ”

After Barton finished speaking, he rushed over and melted into Ding Qiang's soul. caught Ding Qiang off guard. Didn't you say that it was okay to be conditional, this liar. Lao Tzu hasn't agreed yet.

Ding Qiang was covered in colorful auspicious light, and he was warmly bathed in something that resembled amniotic fluid that could not be said. Suddenly there was a lot of information in my head.

When he finished combing through the information in his head, he found that what Barton said was all true except for the so-called three giants, and his dependence and attachment to the tribe was a real expression of feelings. If there is no Ding Qiang, he will leave a grudge on his body at most, and it will disappear, and there will be no trace from there. It was Ding Qiang who gave him the opportunity to repay the tribe, so he did not hesitate to use the most cruel sacrifice to sacrifice to Ding Qiang, so that Ding Qiang could succeed in "taking the sacrifice".

This world turned out to be a world known for its strength, and the so-called sacrifices were all spiritual cultivators who were known for their spiritual power. Spiritual cultivators, like martial arts cultivators, are also divided into sacrifices, spirit sacrifices, yuan sacrifices, saint sacrifices, and god sacrifices, and each level is divided into ten levels. The situation of the Hasa Empire was also formed in his mind, and there was no need for Ansange to explain it to him. When he understood the situation around him, he found that Barton had really sacrificed his soul to Ding Qiang in order to help him with all his might. You must know that the most taboo thing on this continent is sacrifice, which not only copies one's own talent, understanding, experience, and experience to the passive recipient, but also in the body seizure, it can pass on 100% of the body's command to the recipient, of course, this must be completely voluntary by the caster, and before the age of 15. It just so happens that Barton is only 13 years old this year. His terrifying talent, coupled with his hard work, allowed Barton to be classified as one of the resource-rich sects and great aristocratic geniuses in the Hasa Empire. It can be seen that for tribes with poor resources, how few people can have such talents.

Ding Qiang was moved by the stunned behavior of this hairy boy. When he looked up again at the cloudy rainy season weather that was about to storm and storm, he sighed from the bottom of his heart: What a bad life!

Looking at Ang Sange's busy figure, and his clumsy porridge action, Ding Qiang laughed at himself speechlessly, Lao Tzu bought this bird that can't even save his life without, no, it's a ghost place where people don't and monsters everywhere. Resentment.

Ang Sange's hairy face is accompanied by a bowl of fragrant porridge, and all Ding Qiang's grievances are gone, let's drink it first. sighed helplessly and picked up the porridge. As soon as you close your eyes, let Lao Tzu's sad trough cake life start with drinking porridge.