"Don't give me food, I don't have an appetite. Sitting on top of a hill, with his hands on his lap and his face propped up, he drove aside Fabre, who had brought him food.

Fabre stood by with a huge roasted boar leg in his hand, crying without tears, not knowing what to do.

"Boss, why don't you eat a little, this is what I worked so hard to bake for you, and it is specially smeared with honey. In those years, there was so little honey that I was stung by bees in order to find such a little honey. Fabre said and pointed to his forehead and face, where he could clearly see several large red bags with red points, and several of them were still tied with bee needles that had not been pulled out, which looked very funny.

"Don't eat, don't eat, I said, I don't have the appetite to eat. Take it away, it stinks. He waved his hand with a look of disgust.

"Chief, just eat a little, I beg you. ”

"No, I said I wouldn't eat if I didn't eat. Don't come over to bother me, if you come over and bother me, I'll beat you up. He stretched out his fist and made a gesture to fight, so frightened that Fabre hurriedly ran away.

Qi Li'er frowned, although she didn't like meat, but this was the third day that she hadn't eaten anything. Rao is demon has a very strong physical fitness, even if he doesn't eat for three days, he can't starve to death, but not eating for such a long time still has a certain impact on physical strength or other aspects.

It all started three days ago. After catching all four mimics of the Inventor Squad, the training ended, and the four mimics of the Inventor Squad's were all punished to a greater or lesser extent, and the punishment was constantly weakened by the time they persisted. The two brothers, Edison and Emerson, were of course the most severely punished, no one was punished for not eating for a day, Fabre and Watt were not allowed to eat for half a day, and that night, they could only watch with their eyes as Glob and Jewel feasted there.

It was still a normal night, but the next morning, for some reason, he suddenly couldn't eat, and according to him, whatever food was now smelling in his nose, and it still stenched, and he couldn't eat it at all.

It was obviously a fragrant barbecue, but it was said to be smelly in the dark, which made Fabre and the others confused, and they had never encountered such a thing.

Qi Lier is an elf, and the elf clan has always produced excellent pharmacists, so Qi Lier can barely know a little medical skills. Fabre and the others invited Qilier over, hoping that Qilier could find something good.

After a detailed examination of Dark's body, Qi Lier did not find anything wrong, perhaps because the body structure of the demon is different from that of other intelligent races, so there may be some errors in the test results, at that time, in general, Qi Lier did not find any organ lesions on Dark's body.

This is very strange, and Qi Lier has never seen such symptoms. A healthy body, somehow suddenly can't eat, and also says that the food is smelly, if there is no physical problem, it should be a mental problem.

It's just that if it's a mental problem, it's also weird. The arrest of the past few days is like playing a game, leisurely, not only is not the spirit under pressure, but also a lot more relaxed, it stands to reason that such a good mental state is impossible to have problems.

For a while, Qi Li'er was out of line.

Over there, after Fabre stepped back, it was Watt who came up again with the roasted boar leg.

"Chief, eat a little, do you want to be the first of our demons ever to be starved to death? This is not a glorious thing to be praised, this is a humiliation. Think about it, a powerful high-level shadow demon can be reduced to the point of starving to death, it's a shame to say that it's a shame for our demons!" Watt slapped his face with his free hand, and red marks appeared on his face.

His eloquence is indeed much better than that of Fabre, and Fabre will know how to persuade with a strong twitter, and Watt will use a radical method anyway.

Watt's method of agitation proved to be very useful. This guy doesn't care about anything, but he attaches great importance to glory. As soon as he heard Watt say that if he starved to death without food, he would become a permanent laughing stock in the devil, and he would be nailed to the pillar of shame forever, he immediately quit.

As a proud high-ranking shadow demon, how could he be the laughing stock of demons? If that was the case, he might as well die headfirst on a piece of tofu.

"No, I can't be that devil, I want to eat! Bring me what you eat!" Darka snatched the roasted boar leg from Watt's hand, and then, as he did with a murderous enemy, viciously ripped off a large piece of meat from it, and swallowed it after two cursory chews.

The other three mimics were lying behind a nearby tree watching what was happening here, their heads lined up from top to bottom.

"Hey, don't talk about it, it's still Watt who has a way, and I didn't see him move his mouth a few more times, and the head started to eat. Fabre watched Watt sit there and said a word or two, and then he snatched the roasted boar leg from his hand and tore it with a big gulp, and could not help but be amazed.

"You say, what kind of soup did this guy Watt pour into the leader? Why did the captain suddenly eat it? Fabre took so long to say all the good things, and he didn't see any good looks from the leader, but drove him back. Emerson looked at the darkness and munched there, and said suspiciously, "It's really better than the devil to die, and the goods have to be thrown."

"Don't ask me, I don't know why, you might have to ask the second guy lying on top of me, or wait for Watt to come back, and you can ask it yourself. Edison said.

Emerson looked up, shook his head, and said, "I'd better wait for Watt to come back and ask him." ”

“......”

The dark side is tearing the barbecue in a big gulp.

In fact, the taste is really bad, now he can only feel the stench, not eating a bite of barbecue is as disgusting as eating a big mouthful of poop, but he must eat, for this reason, he can only try to ignore the smell brought by the senses, and try to think - "This is a delicious piece of honey barbecue in my mouth".

"For the glory of the Shadow Demon Clan!For my glory!For not being nailed to the pillar of shame!For Sylvia!" The grim expression was as determined as if a strong man was going to die, his nostrils were open to the extreme, and his mouth was still holding the barbecue.

"I'll eat, I'll eat, I'll eat, I'll eat!"

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