165.
I thought that the man surnamed Mu would come to see him recently and tell him that he was leaving this matter.
But it didn't.
The trunk of a giant tree is carved with orthography that he uses to count days.
At the same time, he also used this to verify that the seasons and months in his memories were roughly consistent with his previous life.
It's winter, and there's a lot of snow on the trees, so it's cold.
Ma Zhiyuan's body is covered with fur obtained from the prey, and because it has not been finished, it looks a bit like a savage in a documentary in his previous life.
A set of fur on the whole body is very valuable in the outside world.
If there is no wound on the body, it is not good.
It's not that he hasn't been injured after so many years here, but he has a very good recovery ability.
How powerful is it, very similar to the Deadpool seen in the movies in his previous life.
The difference is that his cells will not multiply and will not be destroyed, at least not at least not at all, they will only be devoured, and at the same time have the ability to cross time and space.
This was discovered when I first arrived, and I was killed very badly.
He was sure that he was really dead, only resurrected, and the place of resurrection was in the belly of the beast...
That picture is disgusting.
This is thought to be caused by something in the space-time tunnel, Ma Zhiyuan speculated.
This is very fantasy, very much in line with this world.
Although he is a very experimental person, he has not yet been ruthless in his own experiments.
No, he did.
He's tried to make himself bald, which might be his bad taste, but he's incredibly smart.
Then he stared at the piece of hair that had been removed.
Count the time silently in my heart.
The timing of each silent count is different.
It occurred to him that it was not a matter of time.
Then he found a common denominator.
It was about midnight, at twelve o'clock in the evening.
At this time, the hair he was carrying mysteriously disappeared, and then the hair on his head suddenly appeared.
He had a lot of fun.
Several wounds were also healed at this time.
This golden finger is not powerful.
In the future, I am not afraid of death.
As a result, his pain resistance continued to improve, and there were more and more opportunities to see black and white impermanence.
This time they have come and gone, but they are familiar with each other.
It's a pity that black and white impermanence can't speak, it's all spiritual communication, otherwise Ma Zhiyuan wouldn't even be able to speak.
Maybe it's because he's too lazy to say it.
Of course, he also thought that if he was burned to death by molten lava, and resurrected in the molten lava, wouldn't he be tortured in vain... You can pretend to be a ghost and wait for someone who is destined.
The fear is that no one will come to save him.
After being devoured by the beast for the second time, he stopped worrying about it.
The ability to turn green with this body is invincible! You will also be reborn in a safe place!
He felt like he had set the place of his birth.
But it's not...
After he was eaten I don't know how many times, he determined that there was a scope for this ability to pick places.
Kilometers are random!
But even so, he still did not leave this forest, but let him get acquainted with it, and many places were marked.
Luckily, the only tree in the group of trees here that reached up to the sky was the one he used to count days.
If he had read all kinds of fantasy in his previous life! He knew that he was already proud of the sky, what kind of development forest, like this...
It's a pity he didn't see it.
Now he just wants to return to human society, open a restaurant, and live a daily life.
Why a restaurant?
Just look at the fresh meat in his hands.
You won't die if you eat it, but it's not delicious!
With a strong body... No, the space-time attribute also caused him to be unable to strengthen his body, and his body was really no different from that of a thirteen-year-old child.
There should be a large part of the reason for the original Ma Zhiyuan.
Maybe it's some terrible curse, Ma Zhiyuan thought jokingly.
It's a pity that there are no analytical instruments.
Forget it, those aren't very important anymore.