During the wind season, the wind whistles in the sky, and the snow is swept away after a few bright days and nights. The guano mountain range, formed by the accumulation of clouds, ushered in a windy season that would take more than ten rainy seasons and dry seasons to arrive.

With the wind, the cocoons are drawn down one by one, and the butterflies that have not yet stretched their white wings are waved. Countless butterflies that break out of the cocoon will disperse to the world after drying their wings. The colored cotton that hit the man's face stroked his cheek fiercely. Leave a trace of tenderness.

Madara never imagined that the colorful island in the sky would fall to earth and shatter into colorful sand. She also fell.

At that time, she opened her eyes wide, hoping that at the moment when she was shattered, she could see what the world was like now.

But as far as the eye can see, there is only a cocoon of a butterfly.

A slender silk of the cocoon hung on the unfallen multicolored stone. So he delicately stretched the next strand from the sky.

Under the light of the breeze, it dances lightly. Until a butterfly floats away.

Just as Madara, who was buried in the sand at the end, reached out and hugged the slave's leg.

She was in the sand, her face up, looking at the slave's surprised expression, and closing her eyes excitedly. This is how she had a chance encounter with a slave.

Walking in the desert at night, the slave heard someone crying. Looking around, there was only sand in front of me.

Gradually, a strong smell of blood permeated the air, which was suffocating. Not far away, the roar of a wild beast was heard.

The slave was frightened, and hurriedly turned his head, stumbling to escape. Roll down just get up, get up and kneel down.

It was a pair of hairless hands that appeared in the sand and grabbed the slave's feet.

The wind gently caressed the layers of sand. A face is revealed, and a pair of towering breasts. On a flat desert like two knolls.

"Help me!" Madara said softly with an ambiguous look. A pair of hands had already loosened the slave's feet.

This time the slave did not escape, and the slave obediently put his face on the sand and closed his eyes. Kick up dust with your mouth.

Because the slave did not want to use his hands, the nails were too long. Easy to scratch her perfectly.

Madara narrowed her eyes at the slave's sudden move, and she closed her eyes tightly, tears of excitement flowed down her face, confusing the black lines of makeup that trickled down the sand.

At this time, Yi stood on the top of the temple. The world below is a sea of sand, where the wind blows away the sand and exposes bones. The jungle of the past is gone, and the wood used to build the temple has exhausted this oasis.

The whip was still ringing. The warriors of the nobility whipped the slaves: "Quick!

Slaves are as honest and obedient as domestic animals, all in order to live.

Not far away, the slaves who were hanged on the wooden frame had told them that those who resisted had to die.

So, the living slave just wants to live.

After the yellow sand covered the jungle, the hungry slaves began to look around in a daze, looking for food.

Behind them, a pair of dry hands often stick out of the sand. It should be a pair of paws, to be exact.

So the slaves who could come back alive were carrying a dead slave on their backs. They don't want their companions to be buried, but their flesh to be boiled in a pot.

Only one slave did not go to share the meat of his companions. For it saw the soul of the deceased with its claws outstretched menacingly. I want to strangle those slaves who are surrounding the pot and gobbling them up.

But one day, the slave finally couldn't take it anymore, and the rescued woman was easily hungry, like a sow that couldn't get enough to eat. Although the slaves had to endure the whipping for longer periods of time in exchange for more food to feed the Spot. But he still couldn't satisfy Madara's appetite.

Madara was hungry again. The slave decided to get her some broth back.

As soon as I stepped close to the bloody and broken tent, I could clearly hear the soup in the stone pot gurgling and boiling, and there was a hidden voice: "Boom-hiss-hiss......"

The slave was afraid. Turn around and run away. After passing through a barrier of greenery, he hesitated again. Because Madara is too hungry, he will eat. In that case, the slave will be even more disgusting and uncomfortable.

So the slave turned his head and planned to walk back again. But the eyes that looked ahead made the footsteps stop.

A skeleton leaps gently from the pot. He fell heavily. Falling to the ground, his footsteps made a "grunt" sound.

It looked around, its hollow eyes glowing with phosphorus fire.

The slaves around slept.

It began to retaliate. Rude quickly pulled up a head and bit the slave's throat with sharp fangs that had been sparsely boiled in the pot.

In order to survive, some of the deaths were silent.