Pain is the best symbol of being alive. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Severe pain is the highest praise for vigorous vitality.

Rao is Kane has perseverance and endurance far beyond others, and he is still dripping with cold sweat under the pain of his skin, and the mist in his eyes rises.

A teenager who is struggling on the verge of life and death, accompanied by poverty and poverty, and is in the company of suffering and illness, has a tenacity that ordinary people cannot match.

The black and white pupils had returned to normal, and the light moisture in the eyes was not tears, but the natural response of the human body to pain and injury.

But even though his body reacted so violently, Kane still looked as usual. If it weren't for the slight trembling of his body, it would have been impossible to tell that he was enduring severe pain.

Perhaps, after fainting at this time, it is possible to let out a little moan.

He was undressing.

To be precise, it's really tearing.

The linen coarse cloth shirt is connected with the skin of the chest after the bonfire, and the slightest pull is a heart-wrenching pain. Coupled with the visible stumble wound on the shoulder, no matter how small the movement, it brought a strong stinging pain that made people almost faint.

Although he gritted his teeth and endured it, the wave of pain and sleepiness that followed made Kane want to lie down and sleep for a while.

It's just that it's easy to lie down, and if you want to stand up, I'm afraid you can only wait for the next life.

Comfort is reserved for the dead and the cowardly.

In a few moments, Kane's clothes had faded away, revealing a white body with red stripes, and if you didn't pay attention to the burns on his chest and the wound on his right shoulder, this lean and powerful body was enough to be called perfect.

The body that has been reshaped by devouring the Godhead and the Heart of Darkness is already a supreme holy thing that should not belong to the world.

After a series of strenuous movements, the blisters on the chest were all ruptured and yellow and white blood intersected, and the wound on the shoulder, which had begun to scab, ruptured again, and blood flowed down the arm.

The sharp-toothed jackdaws, who were scattered by the bonfires, sniffed the smell of blood and began to gather again, ready to move at the boy.

Kane's reshaped body was full of temptation for these carnivorous jackdaws, and biological instincts drove them to not give up.

Looking at the flock of crows that had formed again, Kane quickened his movements, quickly peeling off the long-dead tall boy's cooked copper close-fitting armor and draped it over himself.

Hiss -

The pain intensified as the metal touched his body, and even Kane couldn't help but gasp. Especially on the chest, countless cracked blisters infinitely magnified the dry and stinging sensation of the metal close to the body, pressing on the young man's heart, like stabbing a barbed mace that rotated all the time into the atrium.

Plop la-la

There was a loud noise, and a small flock of jackdaws broke away from the crow flock and went straight to the valley, and there were more than thirty of them.

These daring sharp-toothed jackdaws target the corpses of tall boys who have been stripped naked.

Kane looked coldly at the jubilant scavenging jackdaws, dragging the two wooden-handled copper axes thrown on the ground, not intending to take the initiative.

The bonfire had been extinguished, revealing a base of rocks.

The boy thought about it, walked around a few steps at random, gathered the wood scattered all over the ground into the base of the campfire with his feet, took out the fire fold, and lit it.

The flames burst forth, almost burning Kane's short hair.

Fire, like a spirit in the night, jumps and laughs.

Putting down the axe and picking up the curly white iron sword, Kane sat down cross-legged, scurryed the corpses of the three jackdaws in his backpack on the sword, placed them on the bonfire and roasted them, and then pulled out a burning wood fire from the bonfire, shook it casually, extinguished the jumping flames, lifted the breastplate and shoulder armor, and pressed it on his shoulder.

Snort--

The smell of meat was fragrant, the wound stopped bleeding instantly, and the meat was blackened by the hot wooden strips.

After a few breaths, the temperature of the wood dissipated, and Kane's shoulders went black.

Throwing the wood into the campfire, Kane pulled out another one and pressed it against his chest.

Dripping with cold sweat, oozing from every pore of the teenager. Sweating profusely, Kane stared at the flickering bonfire without groaning.

Uh-huh-

With a snort, Kane threw the stick into the fire. Put on your breastplate and shoulder armor, stand up and move slightly.

The pain is still there, but not as intense as it used to be. The most important thing is that the body can move freely, no longer affect the movement, and there is no need to worry about infection.

Gollum -

After doing all this, hunger pangs rise in the abdomen and spread throughout the body.

Killing two people in a row, the long confrontation has exhausted the physical strength he has replenished, and both his physical strength and energy have been basically exhausted.

Aroma, coming from the campfire.

The sharp-toothed jackdaw is ripe.

Looking at the sharp-toothed jackdaw lying on the tall boy's body, Kane sat down cross-legged again, picked up the sword wearing the roasted jackdaw, tore off a piece of raven meat and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

At night, halfway up the mountain, a strange and strange picture added a bit of chill to the world.

People are eating roasted jackdaws, and not far away, a flock of sharp-toothed jackdaws are frantically eating human corpses.

After a while, the tall boy was left with a white skeleton, and Kane vomited a small pile of jackdaw bones in front of him.

If you were a person with a little less willpower and saw this scene in front of you, I was afraid that you would even vomit out your stomach.

After eating the last piece of meat, Kane burped and stood up.

After resting for a while, his stomach was full of food again, and he felt his strength return by seven or eight points.

And the jackdaw in front of the white bones was also full, and flew into the air without a trace.

Kane held an axe in each hand, and walked like a well-fed man after a meal, staggered to the skeleton, and kicked it out without looking.

Sen Sen's white bones, falling into the cliff, disappeared in an instant.

Although more than 30 sharp-toothed jackdaws left after eating, nearly 100 hungry predators gathered in mid-air.

The fed-up of his companions, the eaten corpses, and the bones of his own kind that the boy had eaten were stirring up a commotion.

It is not that they are timid.

The thirty or so falling jackdaws had completely covered the tall boy's body, and even if they fell, they could not grab even the smallest pieces of meat.

Now another, more delicious food, out of the fire they feared, stood in front of them with such a loud bang. Although instinctively sensed the danger of the food, the bloodthirsty nature of the carnivorous nature, combined with the hatred of the invaders who harmed their own kind, was ingrained in the animal nature, and the crows began to jump to the plate.

Five strong jackdaws hit the head and swooped down on Kane.

Jingle bell.

The sharp-toothed jackdaw's spiky beak didn't taste the tender and delicious human flesh as expected, but slammed into the boy's close-fitting armor, making a sound of stones hitting the metal.

Kane felt a little happy in his heart, the armor was so strong that the sharp beak of the bird hit it, and not even a small white spot was left.

Looking at the flock of jackdaws flying in the sky, Kane's heart suddenly became murderous.

Whether it is a man or a beast, he wants to kill him, he has hurt him. As long as he has the strength to counterattack, there is only one end, death.

Come, you hairy brutes.