The knife was in a good mood, because he had good luck today, and met a group of deer, although he was discovered by the keen leader deer, but he still caught three horses under the outflanking of the wild thieves.

The deer that were caught were all the hooves and feet that were twisted off after being knocked down by the wild thieves, these three deer were not old deer, and the antlers were in the prime of life, and the hot deer blood and flesh and blood venison were all good things for the warriors.

Warriors are very good at eating.

In the stage of qi and blood refining, every martial artist needs a lot of food and tonic to support his increasingly powerful body, for example, if ordinary people are small motorcycles, then martial artists are high-powered four-wheeled vehicles, burning dyes are simply several times that of the former, and the stronger the physical fitness, the more nutrients they need, even if they only count the consumption of the body itself, there is no comparison between the two.

"Holy. A wild thief broke the neck of the deer that was still struggling on the ground with a stick and killed him: "I don't know anything else about this trip, but this appetite is getting better and better, but I am afraid that those earth mice and wild dogs will be eaten by me when I return to the wilderness." ”

"Not really. Another thief agreed: "That little white account room made food, that is called a fragrant, if you want me to say, let me eat a pot I can eat." ”

The deer whose feet were broken and kicked kept wailing, as if they were asking for help from the deer, or they could simply cry out in pain, but no matter what, they could not escape the fate of being eaten, and the hairy hand thief stepped forward and easily twisted the neck of the deer with one hand, rubbing his stomach with a cool face: "Noise!"

This deer was knocked down by him, maybe the position is not quite right or it is bad luck, and it was firmly topped by the antlers, but fortunately this deer is a female, and the horns on its head are not as full of spikes as the male, otherwise it should be a hairy hand thief lying on the ground at this moment.

"Hehe, you're alright. A wild thief laughed: "When I was catching a deer, I heard a strange cry from you, and I thought it was your egg." ”

"Phew!" the hairy hand thief spat in the face of the smiling thief, and the thief seemed to be prepared and dodged sideways.

Although the doe's horns were not sharp, it was as if it had been hit by a blunt object, and it made the hairy bandit recall that he had been hit by the hilt of an enemy's sword when he was still at the border of the dragon's tongue, and the feeling was almost identical.

"Don't you think it's a little strange?" The hairy hand thief touched his abdomen, the original sharp dull pain gradually disappeared, and the strong gap between the front and back made the hairy hand thief feel a little stunned: "Why do I feel that my skin is thick?"

It's not that there are no deer in the wilderness, and similar experiences have also been experienced, compared to the deer in front of you is more strong, and the creature will instinctively go all out when it comes to life and death, and it makes sense that it will be lighter.

But the dull pain in his abdomen that gradually disappeared did tell the hairy hand that there was something wrong with his body.

Originally, the words of the hairy hand thief were just casually said, but after this sentence, everyone's complexion changed slightly.

"Actually......" said one of the thieves, "I think I'm running faster and faster now." ”

This sentence is true, now the wild thieves are still running marathons with the carriage, Bai Maoer doesn't know what it means to collect strength under the lure of carrots, and every time he tries his best to chase, although it is not impossible to keep up, but it is enough to choke down one trip, so these wild thieves are even more ruthless to Guo Xiaodao, because Guo Xiaodao will stop as soon as the carriage falls, but with Guo Xiaodao's transformation and progress, the wild thieves gradually have no way, and can only honestly follow the back of the carriage butt to chase, every time seven wild thieves follow the carriage to run behind this wild thief is the first。

"I also feel like I'm getting stronger. The thief looked at his hands: "I just broke a running deer down. ”

"Me too. ”

"I feel much easier to breathe. ”

"I feel like my back injury is getting a lot better. ”

"I feel like I'm punching faster. ”

"Am I the only one who thinks I can see things a lot more clearly?"

A few wild thieves looked at each other after saying this, and Lao Bao grinned and showed a mouthful of yellow and black buckteeth: "I just guess, maybe we are lucky, and we have a good luck of shit?" Do you really think that your appetite is good because the chef in charge is good? Do you think that the vegetable leaf stalk in the pot every time is really a vegetable leaf grass stalk?"

When he was still in the wilderness, Lao Bao was the oldest generation, and his knowledge was not like a refugee, everyone was in the wilderness to make a living, and after a long time, the foundation before each other was almost touched, and even the fact that Mao Shou was a soldier before was dug out to see, but Lao Bao, no one knew what Lao Bao did before becoming a wild thief, but Lao Bao was well-informed, and he also played the role of half a think tank in the gang of knives, and the words he said were more or less weighty.

"Do you remember the virtue of the first time we saw the shopkeeper in the wilderness? What is the virtue of that little ghost? Look at it now, tsk, I am afraid we have not met a nobleman. Lao Bao smiled and stepped on the neck of the wild deer under his feet, and pulled the huge antlers of the wild deer with his severed finger: "Let's go, these three deer are enough." ”

"Wait!" The hairy hand thief suddenly shouted, looked around, turned his head and asked everyone, "Which of you has seen our sword master?"

......

The deer walked through the forest, and their vigorous and agile bodies were like forest elves, but one deer fell behind the deer, and this deer was obviously a little powerless compared to the others.

The reason for this is in the body of this deer.

"Almost ......" knife hung on the body of the deer, the soft and smooth fur made the knife completely powerless, can only stabilize the lower plate tightly "buckle" themselves on the back of the deer, not to mention the knife, even swinging the fist is difficult, a careless will be thrown out by the deer, at this moment the knife is trying to reach out to the antlers, on the antlers, a token full of scratches and wounds is hung on it.

With the leap of the deer, the token swayed, and the fingertip distance of the knife kept getting closer, farther away, closer, and farther away.

The knife gradually lost its patience, so fortunately made the power of qi and blood, and slammed under his feet, accompanied by the crisp sound of broken ribs and the wailing of the deer, the deer fell out with the knife under his feet, and the knife rolled and buffered the castration, unscathed, and when he got up, he held a token in his hand.

The original name of the token was scraped off with a knife, and it was full of potholes and knife marks, and I don't know how many times the knife was blocked by the owner, and the back of the token was tattooed with a tiger going down the mountain, which was somewhat blurred due to the washing of time, leaving only the approximate shape.