"This white ape..."

"It's weird."

"Why look at the way it just moved, like a human."

"Could it be..."

The giant axe young man frowned deeply, his brain was running wildly, and his eyes were solemn.

After a long time, he muttered to himself: "The white ape clan imitates humans, and they have imitated it to such an extent..."

"Today, I'm going to find a chance to kill it no matter what."

"Otherwise, if you can solve the problem of your own talent, this white ape will be in great trouble for the human race!"

The giant axe youth's eyes became more and more determined, and he even had the intention of dying.

Just sit on the ground, recovering his strength.

There is no intention of leaving at all.

It was like he was really waiting for the white ape to come out.

……

"Shhhhh

"This egg..."

The top of the mountain.

The old man had a splitting headache at this time, and his eyes were full of remorse.

Why did I have to take such a job when my brain was pumped in the first place!

Since that day he kicked himself, the egg has been moving every day.

If you don't pay attention, the cracks on the eggs will become a little bigger.

"The old man has always been a man of his word!"

"If you say give him the eggs intact, they must be intact!"

The old man gritted his teeth.

In order to accomplish this goal, in the past few days, I have not even sat down, and I have been constantly transporting energy into the egg.

They are even figuring out ways to use energy to repair cracks in eggshells.

Inside the egg.

The young bird was now paralyzed and lying on its stomach.

The eyes that can barely be opened are full of lovelessness.

Myself...

It's so weak.

I can't even be born.

And in the last few days, for some reason, this eggshell has become harder and harder.

At first, you can easily knock out cracks.

Right now...

With all the strength, it's good to have a crack.

Even after fighting wits with eggshells for a period of time, I always feel that my body has become stronger.

But...

If you want to break out of the shell, it's still too difficult after all.

Judging from the rate at which this eggshell hardens every day, in a few days, I...

Maybe he will be the first bird to be suffocated in an eggshell.

Of course, it doesn't understand any of this.

It's just a little ignorant animal instinct that has just appeared, and in its thoughts, maybe it was born... That's what makes it so difficult.

fluttering wings that have not yet grown hair.

The young bird stubbornly got up again, swaying crookedly, with a desire for life in his eyes.

Launched a ferocious attack on this eggshell again!

Faintly, outside the eggshell.

The voice of disgust faintly sounded again at this moment.

"Shhhh Not again! ”

"What kind of changes have happened to this egg!"

"The old man's kick, logically speaking, shouldn't have changed so one after another."

"It's weird!"

The old man sat by the egg, his face also painful.

It didn't look much better than the young bird inside the eggshell.

Covering his head, he wailed.

His hands trembled and raised, purifying the energy for a long time, becoming gentle, and then emitting it outside the body, causing him to not be in a very good state.

The face is a little pale.

Swallowed.

Thinking of the ambition he had set before, he sighed and shook his head.

"Old man..."

"Don't pretend to be forced anymore!!"

In the end, in this deserted deep mountain, only the voice of the old man kept echoing.

It sounds extremely miserable.

I feel pity.

……

"How... How's that..."

Zhao Zicheng's hair was already wet with sweat, he was holding a knife in one hand, his expression was solemn, and he opened his mouth panting.

A middle-aged man, with a fierce look in his eyes, stood opposite him, his body constantly filled with murderous aura.

It's just that he doesn't look very comfortable either, and his face is pale.

It's getting closer.

Behind Zhao Zicheng, Ah Tai looked a little embarrassed, and his body was full of knife wounds.

Da Bai also lay on the ground weakly.

"Heh..."

"I've never figured it out, you little guys..."

"There's even three senses left."

"Dare to come and reward me, a five-time awakener?"

"I confess, your awakening..."

"It's very distinctive."

When he said this, his middle-aged eyes were still a little moist, and they were bloodshot.

But soon, he resumed his sneer: "But..."

"It's too whimsical."

"A group of ants don't just want to bite me to death."

"And..."

"Breaking through?"

"How can this kind of story that only happens in the script of a novel happen to you."

"It's amazing..."

Before the middle-aged man's words were finished, Mu Yu, who had been sitting cross-legged behind him, suddenly had a surge of energy.

Silently opened his eyes and calmly looked at the middle-aged man.

The corners of his mouth slightly outlined a smile that was colder than that of middle age.

"It's ridiculous."

Mu Yu said lightly, and finished making up for the unfinished words of the middle age.

But it seems a little sarcastic.

"Perhaps, it's because you, the villain, talk a lot like in the novel, so we have a better substitution environment!"

Zhao Zicheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Wood, let's ... Flip a five-sleep today! ”

"I'll do a lot of work tomorrow!"

Zhao Zicheng shouted, his eyes were still full of madness.

Mu Yu frowned slightly: "Wood? ”

"yes, what a nickname for you."

"Obviously it's not that kind of cold character."

"You have to learn from Boss Yu, like a piece of wood."

Zhao Zicheng talked and laughed.

The middle-aged man's eyes were cold, and he snorted coldly: "What if you have four senses?" ”

"The Dark Pavilion kept me just to train you arrogant students."

"Today, my whetstone will break your blade!"

As the voice fell, the middle-aged man took a deep breath, the energy in his body surged, and he continued to recover his physical strength.

"Four Senses..."

"Still can't get it into the body..."

Mu Yu gently stroked the cold tombstone and muttered to himself: "When there was no Boss Yu, I was the current class of the Ink Academy... The best... Students..."

"Or..."

"Look at the Terrans, this time..."

"My Mu Yu's talent and strength are the second ones."

"Why do you ignore me?"

Mu Yu still had a little blank look in his voice, as if he was asking and answering himself.

raised his head and looked at Zhao Zicheng's back.

Mu Yu was a little enlightened for a while.

Perhaps, as Zhao Zicheng said, he... Is it really imitating the rest of your life?

"I, Mu Yu, also have my own invincible path to go..."

"I'm not here for the rest of my life, I'm Muyu..."

"Be king."

The tone gradually changed from the initial blankness to firmness.

Looking at the middle-aged man opposite, Mu Yu smiled.

Wisps of black gas poured out wildly from the tombstone in his hand, filling the air.