It was only when my body finally stabilized that I felt how strong the person was, and I really realized how big the temper of the person was. The image of him in my mind was painted gray from that moment on. And, the moment I stopped, I became even more panicked. I gasped for breath as I felt the pain in my face, mouth and nose being pushed out by the strong force of the other. At that time, between my body and my standing, I could hear the rapid beating of my heart.

I was terrified again, and out of the corner of my eye, I quickly scanned the moody man who was near the center of the small hall, and I saw that his tall and strong body, after a fierce attack on me, stood like a mountain in its place, as if it had only taken a blow to the attack I had just made. It was only while the person was 'blowing dust' that his broad face looked from the far corner where I had briefly refuted, and layers of lean muscle bumps were rising and falling. Clearly, the anger is far from subsided.

After I really felt the horror of the person, I began to feel overwhelmed after a brief reflection and respite. At that time, I felt that the one in front of me seemed to be a demon, and it was close to me. That kind of taste made me very uncomfortable.

Eat hard for the uncle......

I then briefly pondered in that terrifying atmosphere, hurriedly reminiscing, in the process of recalling the cause of the incident, my ears suddenly echoed his violent roar, I suddenly became very obedient, very obedient, I quickly subconsciously raised my left arm, especially the long wooden stick in my left hand that I had eaten only half of the body, and also knocked me into the painful pheasant, I then quickly approached the pheasant meat towards my mouth, my legs and feet moved to the side, and gradually straightened my body steadilyAt the same time, I looked uneasily at the center of the house, at the fierce and terrible man who stood like a mountain in that place. I want to see if the time I raise my arm, the time I lift the pheasant in my left hand to my mouth, and make a gesture ready to swallow it again, is what he wants.

And when I looked at him with such a weak and hesitant look, I saw that the dense muscles on his broad face were rising and falling one after another, but the whole muscle group was in a downward trend.

I then gradually breathed a sigh of relief, and gradually regained my spirit, little by little to wear away the fear on my face to the extreme, I was still a little hesitant, still a little uncertain, slowly stretched forward my hot and sore mouth that was being pushed, but also enough to reach less than half of the remaining oily tender roast chicken, trying to bite one bite at a time, and after each small bite of the roast chicken, I felt a strong pain in my mouth, I chewed slowly, chewed carefully. In the course of that time, my eyes were always fixed on the face of the stout man in the middle of the little hall, and I wanted to discern some of his thoughts and guess some of his next moves from the fierce look on his broad face.

But, I was stupid by nature, and I could not guess anything but the undulating lean muscles of his face, and the broad eyebrows of his scimitar dancing incessantly, except that he could feel the anger of his man.

However, there was a burst of angry shouting in my ears, and in such a moment of hesitation, I thought about it again and again, and felt that everything else I thought at that time was wrong, all useless, and all superfluous, and I had only one thing that I could be sure of was undoubtedly right, and there would be no mistake in a short time, and that was to continue eating, to eat as hard as I could, and to eat the chicken, rabbit, and wild meat that he roasted and threw at me.

I pondered, I felt, I didn't dare to stop chewing my teeth slowly, stirring my mouth, and trying my best to endure the pain of my mouth being pushed out by others. At the same time, I gradually noticed that the lean muscle bumps on the surface of his face were densely packed, and they became noticeably undulating again.

After I had that feeling, I subconsciously re-nervous, restarted the struggle, began to encourage myself, began to force myself, as much as possible to open my already painful mouth wider, to make the chicken I bit bigger with each bite, and to swallow my swallow more fully after each bite, in order to calm the angry face of the burly body and a man in front of me as much as possible.

I'm so scared of him!

Just like that, for a short time the wind and waves were calm, and the amorous waves were quiet. The pain in my lips caused by the opening of my mouth wider, and the pain in my lips caused by the chewing of my mouth faster, was nothing compared to another unpredictable onslaught, attack, attack, or even attack on me by someone who might have been provoked.

I thought like that, and honestly, and dutifully, and before I knew it, I lowered my eyelids, and with my dark eyes, I noticed that the straight stick in front of me was about to be devoured by me.

I looked at the little yellow chicken left on the tender white and red chicken bones, and I became more and more confident and strong, and devoured it completely. Because at that time, I don't know what the wild man thinks in his heart. But I was sure that the wild man's eyes must still be fixed on me. I'm not sure if at that point I should have thrown away the little pheasant that was left, or if I should have devoured it, or even licked it all. For if I had thrown it away at that time, I would have feared that the others would suddenly be angry, and would accuse me of not cherishing the wild meat that they had roasted with their own hands, and of being extravagant and wasteful, and if I had licked all the wild meat on the skeleton of the pheasant as if I had fed it to ants, I would have feared that they would scold me for being ashamed, for not being in shape, and for scolding me for being slow and ...... But in contrast to the two, I still think that it might be better for me to take the latter, because although I am trying my best to speed up the devouring, I can feel it myself because of the scorching pain of the wound in my mouth that has been destroyed by others, and I can never use the way I ate at that moment. But if I throw the pheasant meat in my hand across the stick and throw it on the ground, I am afraid that if the other person gets angry, I will pick up the straight and hard stick and beat me, I will be tantamount to self-inflicted suffering.

So, I really continued to lick the meat on the chicken skeleton with the same care and care as if I were feeding ants.

——It seems that you still have a bit of taste! Uncle, my barbecue has been fed to you, and you are not blind in vain! In the future, when you are with Uncle and me, don't behave so coldly when eating, if you are passed out, you will lose your uncle's person!

Then, as I had carefully and delicately licked the flesh from the chicken skeleton to the point where I had just put it in, I heard in my ears the moody man's voice that finally sounded a little like a word, a little gentle. It's just that, at the end of my savor of his words, I can't help but find the content of his words particularly intriguing.

I then slowed my movements, slowed down my chewing, and stopped my mouth, and I hesitantly raised my eyes, and looked at the moody man in the middle of the little hall, and his words echoed in my ears, and my eyes peeked into his face, and I saw that the thin chicken bumps that had just been densely raised on the surface of his broad face collapsed in an instant, and collapsed into the thick skin of his man. At the same time, his broad eyebrows like scimitars danced lightly, and a look of joy appeared in his cold eyes. The end of the smile in his eyes was also the end of the silence of the words that he had just said, and his broad face reappeared with a profound silence, dead silence, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

Suddenly, my nervousness came in stride. I blinked unnaturally continuously, after seeing the silence of his face. I had to begin anxiously pondering, pondering, what was contained in the words of others, at the end of the words.

He said that I had 'a bit of taste', and he said that he fed me the barbecue without being blind, so he was naturally praising me, and he should be praising my love for his barbecue, and licking, which should naturally also include his approval of my cherishing of the barbecue he made with his own hands. However, in his last sentences, 'I will be with my uncle in the future', 'Don't be so shabby', and 'I lost my adult', in addition to his wishful thinking about my possession, he clearly conveyed his denial of my licking and eating the scraps of meat on the chicken skeleton.

So, I had to hurry up and decide what my next move was.

I then nervously looked at the man standing straight near the central room, and I immediately felt the coldness of his face intensifying, and I hurriedly lowered my eyes to look at the wooden stick with an empty chicken skeleton that my left hand had brought to my mouth, and I was thriving in my mind as hard as I could, and at the same time I was wantonly in my ears, and at last I suddenly reproduced before my eyes a picture of his cruelty and rage, and the voice of his man screaming in that picture—

Eat! Eat hard for the uncle......