readx;? The black thunder of the old man of the three tumors easily broke through the body of the cyclops, and the power seemed to be above the five-color thunder, Wei Qiqi did not think that the demon clan in the sea could be comparable to the black dragon of the abyss, but the similar demon magic received the effect was very different, and the root was the aura of heaven and earth in this realm. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info. Wei Seventeen said that only by devouring flesh and blood can he grab the aura of heaven and earth, and then cultivate "a mustard cave sky", the opportunity cannot be missed, the cyclops is the prey, and he is the hunter lurking in the dark.

The cyclops was torn apart by the thunderstorm, and he hurriedly gathered the remains of the body, hid in the crevices of the cliffs, broke branches to cover them, and followed the tracks left by the cyclops, his steps as light as a cat, and his movements as swift as a leopard, gradually moving away from the coast and into the strange mountains and forests inland.

Traveling between the lair and the coast all year round, the cyclops had already carved out a wide path in the mountains and forests, they did not hide their whereabouts, nor did they set up suspicious formations or deliberately guard, in Wei Qiqi's opinion, the movement of these big men was so big, it meant that in this mountain forest, they were at the top of the food chain, the most powerful existence, and no one could pose a threat to them.

The Cyclops' lair is located in the depths of the mountain forest, they are wolf-dead, they can not find a suitable cave, can only rely on themselves, with thick and straight hemlock wood to build a wooden house, the handiwork is very rough, standing wood for the wall, the top is sharpened, about Qi, the horizontal wood is the top, each end of the hole open, erected on the wooden wall, the height is staggered, the gap is pasted with a thick layer of silt, the roof is full of branches, forks and forks, some have taken root and branches, and bloomed.

The hut was preceded by an open clearing, the earth was trampled hard as iron, and more than a dozen uncarved feldspars formed a circle, and a bonfire was lit in the center, and around the fire sat three old Cyclops, with droopy skin, wrinkled faces, necklaces made of fish teeth around their necks, eyes half-open and half-closed, and roasted by a fire for warmth.

The people who had gone out to hunt returned to their lair, and the leader sat down by the fire with a big grin, and showed no respect to the three old fellows, and he roared a few times, and gave orders, and the remaining cyclops quickly tore off the skin of the fish, and bit it with his mouth, and threw the flesh into the mud and threw it into a mountain of flesh.

Four or five one-eyed cubs came out of the hut, probing their brains, cowering and not daring to come forward, and the leader grabbed a thick piece of fish and threw it at them, and the one-eyed cubs were overjoyed and came around and munched on them.

The flesh of the fish was stripped away, and the blood and internal organs were contained in a huge wooden basin, filled with more than a dozen pots, and nothing was wasted, except for the huge fish head, which no one touched.

The leader looked around at the crowd, got up proudly, went around to the head of the fish, raised his foot and stepped on his chin, struggled to lift the mouth of the fish with one arm, picked out the thick and intact sharp teeth and broke off a dozen or so, and took out two fish eyes, devoured the belly, opened the fish bones, and wantonly ate the tender meat in the head. The clansmen who went out to hunt waited for the leader to eat, and according to how much effort they had contributed to the trip, they stepped forward in turn to select the fish teeth, and ate the meat in the fish head, all with solemn faces and silent faces, as if they were carrying out some kind of sacred ritual.

The leader stepped forward again, dismantled the skull, picked up the marrow with his hands, and sent it to his lips, snoring and sucking it into his mouth, with a look of intoxication and intoxication on his face. A giant fish that grew up like this, but the brain marrow was pitiful, but a few handfuls, everyone looked at him with envy, obviously for the cyclops, the fisheye means glory, and the fishbrain is the supreme delicacy.

When the ceremony was over, the leader patted his belly, satisfied, and snarled at the three decrepit cyclops, who silently removed a fish tooth from his neck and placed it carefully in front of him. The leader examined the fish's teeth, and according to their size and quality, he picked three wooden basins containing the fish's blood and internal organs, took a few pieces of fish flesh and dipped them in them, and divided them among the three men.

The rest of the fish and offal are divided into several equal portions, with the first two portions, one for each of the tribesmen participating in the hunt, and one for the cubs.

When the distribution was done, the cyclops sat on the feldspar in twos and threes, and while roasting the fire, he buried his head in eating, and the leftover fish was threaded with bark ropes and hung on the roof, and the wind and sun turned into dried fish, which was left to be enjoyed on another day.

After eating and drinking, the cyclops squinted their eyes one by one, staggering and weeping, and the leader beckoned everyone back to the hut, and fell asleep, snoring and snoring for miles. The bonfire was gradually extinguished, and the ashes were blown by the wind and swept into the jungle, and the white bones were discarded at will, and the tooth marks were recognizable.

Wei Qiqi quietly left, returned to the cliff by the sea, ate the flesh and blood of the dead cyclops, replenished the demon yuan, and sneaked back to their lair, hiding among the branches and leaves, silently observing this group of cyclops with great patience.

Three old decays, five cubs, in addition to the leader, there are still twelve young cyclops, their population is not large, nor can it be large, the cyclops eat amazingly, the tiger elephant in the mountains and forests is just a "snack before dinner" for them, only the big fish in the sea can really fill their stomachs.

Every half a month, when the fish is exhausted, the cyclops follows the leader to the beach to hunt, discarding the leftover fish bones on the beach and collecting iron hooks and ropes to fish. The bait is made of a piece of sticky and foul-smelling carrion, which is made by burying the flesh of the animal under the lantern tree, preferably with the meat of the male elephant, and the big fish in the sea cannot resist the temptation of the carrion, and nine times out of ten it will not fail.

Occasionally, the old man with three tumors will surface, revenge on the cyclops for mutilating his children and grandchildren with witchcraft, his cultivation is limited, and there is always a thunderstorm that comes and goes, most of the time he is restrained by the yellow light shot from the leader's eyes, and there are not many opportunities to kill the cyclops for revenge, but the cyclops can't help him, and every time he is beaten to the flesh at most, his head is bleeding, and he flees into the sea in panic.

When a big fish is caught, the Cyclops surrounds it and feasts on it, then drags its prey back to its lair. They did not have the concept of "respect for the elderly", and the three old Cyclops had to be fed with the fish teeth they had hunted when they were young, and the larger and better the fish teeth, the more food they could get. In stark contrast, the one-eyed cub has the privilege of getting the best share of the fish every time, and when the fish is finished, the leader will give his share and help them, which is his obligation.

In addition to the days of being left in the lair with nothing to do, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, the Cyclops were keen to sit around the campfire, roasting the fire and counting their share of fish teeth, which was the "wealth" that they could not afford to go out hunting in exchange for food, fill their stomachs, and continue to live when they were old. Not saving enough fish teeth shows that they didn't work hard enough when they were young and deserved to starve to death, and no Cyclops would have mercy on their old people.

Of course, the premise of enjoying these fish teeth is that they can be lucky enough to live to the day when they are "old".

Wei Qiqi observed them for a long time, and he noticed that these cyclops never cultivated.