Gradually, more and more obviously, more and more undisguisedly, I felt the same pain in my stomach as I had when I had stood before, an unbearable pain, as if my stomach was going to be torn apart, as if my stomach was going to burst soon.

I raised my eyes and looked again at the burly man who was standing tall, and I saw that his broad face was more proud, more evil, more ruthless.

I suddenly seemed to be awake, as if I had woken up, he really didn't have a good heart.

At that time, I suddenly realized that I couldn't move my whole body, and I could only use the corner of my eye to look at the big man's eyes, and any too many moves I made might cause my abdominal muscles to agitate and cause my stomach to hurt. It was only then that I realized that I was almost like a waste, at least at the time.

Then, my right arm held the stick that crossed the hare's flesh, and I also felt that my arm was sore, and in desperation, I gently and slowly lowered my elbow so that it fell on top of my right knee, and while enduring the pain in my stomach, I turned my right wrist extremely so that the other end of the stick I was holding in my right palm could continue to be raised. so that my head, which was even more immobile, could reach about a third of the hare meat without much difficulty. The reason why I still did that at that time was because of the fact that I could no longer conceal that the moody man ten paces away from me when my stomach was aching, he did not continue to speak, there was no laughing or screaming of arrogance and fear, but the slow, low movement of his big feet could already be perceived in the nervous recognition of my ears, and it was still approaching the roughly northwest corner of the small hall where I was.

At that moment, I felt more and more clearly what helplessness was, what was powerlessness to resist, and I continued to grit my teeth and endure the pain in my stomach, and continued to bite and chew rabbit meat as hard as I could. I didn't have a better way to control everything, to change everything, I could only do what I could. I don't know if I can stop the big man from coming closer to me, I just know that is the only thing I can do, at the time. At the same time, every time I swallowed, in addition to causing a sharp pain in my abdomen, it began to cause more and more obvious nausea, causing my intuition to vomit upwards as soon as I swallowed. That intuition is getting stronger and stronger!

I tried as best I could, holding on to everything, maintaining everything, and doing everything I could to stop everything.

However, that day, my despair did not change because of my efforts, but dissipated, but only intensified and deepened.

When I devoured the hare meat in front of me to the point that I felt that I couldn't swallow it at all, and I also felt that my body didn't dare to move any more, I lowered my head and stared at the wooden stick that crossed the hare meat for a moment when I was just desperate, and suddenly there was a landslide like a landslide stomping beside me, stomping my feet, stomping my feet heavily, and stomping my feet with a burly body weighing one or two hundred pounds, stopped beside me, and at the same time accompanied by the vicious roar of his people from the bottom of his heart—

Aren't you very edible?

I was suddenly stunned by the deafening sound of their feet, and I was soon blinded by their evil roar, and at the same time I was met by their cold water question! That, echoing with the previous orders of others, and the satisfied laughter of others when they saw me eating meat without hesitation, made me suddenly confused.

I couldn't understand the meaning of his question. His words were like a sharp sword, and like a thunderbolt from the sky, they fell straight on my head.

Then I raised my eyes slightly in a daze, and turned my eyes slightly, and looked at the moody man who was sure that there was no way to hide, and who was close to me, and I saw that his body was too tall and too strong compared to me, and I couldn't fight against him.

At that time, I didn't know what to do with myself, so I had to use the short silence of confronting them to hope that the barbecue in my stomach would digest a little faster, and that I could make a little more room in my stomach so that I could continue to eat. For no matter how erricious the big man's attitude was, no matter how unusual his questioning, he never attacked me when I devoured the roast he gave me with all my might. I can only use that, when I can't hope for a little more barbecue, to get some temporary peace for myself.

You eat meat, it's right, Uncle just wants to get close to you and see you eat more happily!

Immediately afterward, there was no time to take a few breaths, and the demonic man beside me uttered strange and profound words one after another, contemptuous, angry, and evil.

When I got to that time, I could say that I had been stupid by his questioning, and I didn't even know what his intentions were, and what he meant. I also became more hesitant and overwhelmed at that moment. I briefly tasted the series of words of the other person, and I could only vaguely hear the short half of the person's sentence, that is, 'You are right to eat meat', and as for the content after that half sentence, I could not care about taste for a moment, so I panicked and approached the less than one-third of the hare meat left in front of me again, and I struggled to open my mouth wide, my teeth chattering, and I took a slight bite.

- Uncle just wants to get closer to you and see you eat more happily......

Then, suddenly, in an inadvertent way, my ears echoed the words of the other person. I was coldly startled, and my mind suddenly became even more confused, and for a moment I was really stupid, and I completely blocked everything outside of me, and I forgot it, and I only remembered the words of the other person in my mind—

Uncle just wants to get closer to you and watch you eat more happily......

I slowly tried my best as I could, but I still had no choice but to bite the barbecue in small bites, swallowing the barbecue in small bites, and I meditated on his last words. He approached me, and that was already an indisputable fact. He wanted to see me eat a little happier, it was like daydreaming! At that moment, in that place, even if I was given a mountain of gold in front of me, I would not be happy. The only happiness I have, the only happiness I can have, is for someone to leave me, and to let me go before they leave me. But, the more I thought about it at the time, the more impossible it became.

But at that time, I didn't have time at all, I didn't have much opportunity to think about it, I just continued, no matter how difficult it was, no matter how painful it was, I was trying to eat his barbecue, and I knew I had no choice.

- You have really impressed my uncle! Uncle, I have patience. As long as you are confident enough to finish the barbecue meat that the uncle gave you, I will keep you safe!hahahaha...... Hahahaha......

I was in a daze, and in my daze, I heard the screams of the man who was so close to me, and the long laughter that followed. At that moment, I clearly felt that my mind was dull, and I could no longer reflect the true meaning of every word that came out of his mouth, and I could not understand what others were thinking, and I continued to swallow it as hard as I could, swallowed hard, regurgitated, endured, and continued, I only felt that it was the only thing I could do at that time.

Eat all the barbecue that the uncle gave you, and the uncle will keep you safe!

Immediately after, the moody man who stood like a demon in my close proximity repeated the same thing as at the end of his last words, except for the same words, and the tone of his latter repetition was cold for a moment.

It made me even more confused, I was even more confused, I was confused, I was like I had completely lost my autonomy at that time, and I was at the mercy of others. At that point, it was more as if I had no choice but to continue to eat in agony, the more and more unpalatable barbecue he gave me.

But, I have to eat. I can't vomit the barbecue that I have eaten. Otherwise, there may only be one death.

The more I felt, the more I felt that I couldn't hold on, that I couldn't even sit on the ground, that I was twisting my stomach crookedly, that my stomach was shaking, and that I wanted to do everything I could, to try everything I could, to alleviate my pain. At the same time, I continued to add to the pain for myself.

When at last, when I had eaten up all the hare meat that was worn horizontally on the stick that I held in my right arm, and saw that there was less than a bite or two left, my right arm drooped weakly, and the rabbit skeleton, which was almost empty and in fact a little remnant, drooped, so that the other end of the stick swam against the ground, and I squinted my eyes again with great difficulty, and glanced at the reaction of the moody man with the burly and strong body, and thought of the reaction of the look on his tall face, and also thought of asking the man silently with my own eyes, the hare roast, eat to that extent, to that extent, is it okay.

And although, even though I got there, when my body could be said to be motionless, no matter how hard my eyes tried, my eyelids could not move, and I could not really raise my eyes to see the face of the man who stood next to me and looked even taller, but my faint movement, that faint reaction, was quickly echoed by the tall, demonic man. When I was still slanting my eyes in severe pain, or when I was still struggling and struggling desperately, suddenly from the upper left side of my body heard the cold voice of the big man as if ice was pouring ice from the top of my head to my lower body—

Otherwise, you don't have to struggle!

The moment I heard that, my whole body was shocked, the greatest shock of my life, my body suddenly overflowed from the inside out, a dense layer of cold sweat, sweat!

I don't know why, maybe it's due to. There must have been a hint of too much horror in his questioning! It should be that the deep meaning of his words was contained in me, and I could accept my fate. I thought of the horror of the formation at dusk the day before, and I felt that it was easier for someone to kill me than a pheasant or hare. My nervousness, my fears, it speaks for itself.

Then, the moment of cold sweat running down my body, I felt the wet up and down my body for a moment, and I vaguely felt that a lot of energy in my body was brought out at the same time, or that the roast meat in my stomach was digested a little, or maybe it was just a little bit, but it must still feel that there must still be some in it, and there was still a little gap in my stomach. Because at least, after a cold sweat flowed through a small piece of the floor of the small hall of the Bird Step Hall in the air, I felt that the feeling of nausea that I had so strongly was no longer obvious.

So, I went on to lower my head a little more freely, lowered my eyes, and glanced attentively at the two bites of roast meat that remained on the rabbit skeleton in the stick I held in the palm of my right arm, and I felt that it was not difficult to eat them. And, and at that time, I suddenly had confidence, confidence that I could eat the remnants of the hare roast from the stick I held in my right palm, without asking for mercy.

So, then, my right arm dared to exert force, and slowly raised the stick that I was holding, and reached the hare wearing the stick to my mouth, and my mouth still trembled and opened, and I took a bite of the remaining roast meat on the rabbit's skeleton, and then took another bite, and it didn't take much time to bite it all into my mouth, and swallowed it little by little, although it was still a little difficult, but I finally succeeded in swallowing it!

Then, my right arm naturally hung down as if relieved, and drooped down, although it was a little willful, a little too strong and made my abdomen and stomach feel sweet and painful, but at that time I felt that my joy of victory could be overpowered, at least it could lead me to endure the pain in my stomach.

Then, my right palm was softly and weakly released, and the wooden stick that I had been holding in my right hand for a long time was completely released, and it was laid flat on the floor on my right side, and my right palm and right arm immediately supported the ground towards the right rear of my body, diagonally, and the body holding it leaned back slightly, leaning obliquely, and stretching my abdomen slightly, and at the same time slightly relieving some of the stomach pain, and more naturally, my insignificant action made my head leaned back and lifted high, so that my eyes also leaned back and raised, without spending too much effort and twists and turns, I can see the high head of the moody man standing high like a demon on the left side of my body, especially the expression on his face.

And I, at that moment, showed to others not only the pride of my own victory, but also the disdain to submit to the bullying of others.