I was knocked unconscious twice, but I made up for my sleep, and I also received a holy healing technique, and I felt refreshed all over my body. However, I don't know if it's because of the Holy Healing Technique, he feels that his spirit is even better than before, if it weren't for the fact that he doesn't know what the situation is now, and his stomach is also a little hungry, he really wants to shout out loud.

According to the position in his impression, he touched it in his arms, and sure enough, he touched a few jerky, and a hard thing, he didn't care too much about the latter, but directly took out the jerky and gnawed it, although there was some blood, but it was also his own blood, and he didn't care.

While gnawing slowly, I guessed what the hell was going on here?

He chewed on the jerky in his mouth and muttered a few words, "Is there anyone?", "Guys, get up and brag!", "Talk about your heart, everyone!......

However, no one paid attention to him, and even he shouted with an open-minded mentality, "Is there anyone, I have something to eat!"

I still didn't get the expected response, if I had to say that there was, there would only be an echo bouncing off the wall, and it was inexplicably empty, not to mention the sound of talking, but it was so special that there was no fart sound, no sound at all.

It was as if in this world where he couldn't see his fingers, where all the prisoners except Al had been choked by darkness, bound by fear, and he felt like he was going to follow in the footsteps of those prisoners he had imagined.

"It's so strange that you need such a big place to lock up Lao Tzu?" The interval of the echoes told Al that this place was not small, that darkness equaled the unknown, that there might be unknown monsters hidden in it, or hidden invisible ghosts, and these thoughts sparked fear in his heart.

And the easiest way to vent your fears ...... It's just eating and talking a lot, even if it looks silly to talk to yourself, "Or is there no one in this place in the first place, and those big people built such a big prison to play?"

He snorted, shook his head and denied, "Such a fresh smell of and urine definitely doesn't come from Lao Tzu." ”

"Anyway, maybe I should have figured out what kind of story to make up to deal with Carter, huh...... Otherwise, as I thought before, I would have relied on that York, and Grandma's hanging would have brought someone to arrest Lao Tzu......

Also, it seems that the awakened person is likely to come to save himself, although I don't know what value I have to him, but people must have a hope, otherwise what do they have to look forward to?"

He suddenly thought of the purple stars in those narrow eyes, and quickly shook his head, saying in his heart what are you thinking, probably there will be no chance to meet again, let's think about yourself, what kind of story do you make up? There was a person once upon a time......

Before the story began, he couldn't make it up, and he was thinking about those two guys in his head, thinking that it would be better for them to tie themselves up, at least in exchange for some bounty.

Forget it, it's impossible for someone like Carter to be trustworthy with them, and that triangular eye is so disgusted with gold diggers.

It's better not to arrest Nissa and Serapel and give them to the nobleman.

Maybe I'll torture them a little bit before that.

His fantasy ability is very outstanding, and the vivid picture immediately appeared in his mind, so angry that he opened his mouth and scolded, "This son of a bitch, the next time I see him, I will pounce directly on him and bite him through the throat, and I will kill him desperately, and that York, what the hell." ”

The more he scolded, the more angry he became, the faster he ate, and the smell of feces and urine would weaken his nose's ability to distinguish between them as long as he smelled them, so they didn't affect Al's appetite, and he swallowed one in three or two times, and put his hand into his arms again, and touched the jerky, and the hard thing he didn't pay attention to.

Then, as he ate and ate, Al was sorting out his thoughts, as if he had suddenly thought of something, and his mouth grew in surprise, and the unchewed pieces of meat and half of the dried meat in his hands fell to the ground.

"What's that ?!!?"

He exclaimed, and the great surprise even made him forget to breathe, forget the time, until his lungs could no longer maintain this state, free from the control of his brain, and contracted and expanded violently, only to wake Al awake.

Al gasped sharply, and tremblingly reached into his arms, as if touching a girl's thigh, and as if touching a frightened little beast, he was surprised and delighted, excited and excited, and as the distance between his hand and the object became closer and closer, the complex positive emotions became more and more intense.

As if he was afraid of hurting the mysterious area above the silky, and as if he was afraid of scaring away the young life in his arms, he cautiously approached, closer, and closer......

He grabbed it.

Al grabbed the weapon that Carter had been thinking about.

It lay straight on its chest, and Al stroked it gently, like caressing a sleeping baby hiding in his arms, imagining it breathing in and out regularly.

The lonely prisoner suddenly understood why Carter was so crazy about it, even though the other party didn't seem to know the strange dagger, even if he was himself, no, no one, he would not give it up easily, such a power meant a lot to everyone.

But Carter lost it and got it away, and Al lost it.

So the question is, if you see Carter again, do you want to give it back to him?

As soon as this unavoidable question came to mind, Al immediately smashed it with the answer he had prepared, and he thought of the first thing Carter said when he beat him, and blurted out as he trampled the fragments of the question into powder, "What a comparison!"

I've already given him the one I took from his lower back, and I almost lost my life for it.

And this one was smashed to the ground by Carter, he abandoned it, and I crawled over and picked it up like a dog while vomiting blood!"

It's like picking up a child on the ground that no one wants!

The imagination in his mind descended on the present world, and Al, who had powdered the question, was still puzzled, and kicked on the iron railing in front of him, and then the muffled sound and pain stopped his rage.

Taking a few deep breaths, Al calmed down and prepared himself for the next question.

So, where should I hide it, while Carter tortured me?

This question instantly followed in the footsteps of the previous one.

At the same time, Al reiterates to himself the goal of [Carter Must Die].

If you have this kind of power, no one will be willing to accept a sad fate, and you will never be willingly enslaved for more than ten years, let alone still regret it at the moment before being forced away.