On the vast prairie, the two suns, one south and one north, rose in opposite directions, so that everything ushered in golden light, but the newly rising sun could not radiate the whole grassland, so that some of the lower places were still in shadow.

In the shadows, hidden by the deep grass, there was a large river, and although the water was fast, the water level was not high, so that in the middle of the river a small island of sand and gravel, dozens of meters away from both sides of the river.

On the one hand, because he was washed up on this small "island", which was far enough away from the shore so that he could avoid being caught by the beasts, and because the island was so far away from the shore that he could not reach the other side, he was almost half-dead.

What can I do about it?

First Ming suddenly complained a little about this thief, oh my God, how good would it be if he had jumped into the river yesterday and thrown himself to death? But he broke a few bones and was washed up in this place, what is the difference between waiting for death! It's just that a death is an immediate death, and now this law of death is a chronic way to fend for himself.

However, while complaining about God, he was also a little relieved, and this relief came from the corpse he was close by.

If he was not mistaken, this one was the giant that chased them yesterday. Because above its chest, there is a short dagger, and this dagger is the dagger used by the soul life that was taken by the black baby. Its death proves that there is a great possibility that Heiwa is alive!

Heiwa is alive!

First Ming knew the news, although he himself was still in danger, he let go of a big burden in his heart.

After putting down the baggage, the first Ming began to observe the giant man. It can be seen that the corpse is very large, so that he can't see the whole picture when he is lying on his stomach, but he can roughly estimate that this corpse is afraid to be five or six meters long.

The appearance of this giant mandrill is more like an intermediate between an orangutan and a man, the skull is similar to that of a human, but the face is completely black, the facial features are ugly, and its arms are extremely long, exceeding the knees, and the lower limbs are shorter and very thick, and its hands and feet are not like those of a human, its hands have three fingers, and its feet have four toes.

With the terrifying height of six meters, any part of it is considered a large part for the first Ming. And the biggest and most terrifying of them all is the bone blade on its left arm, which is more than a meter long.

Xu is the reason why his left arm is heavier, its left arm is long and sticks out, and the bone blade is stretched out from the arm bone, a little bent, and the outward part is extremely sharp, horizontal in front of the first Ming, allowing him to observe it carefully.

The bone blade was pure white, with some gold in the white, making the bone blade look like a warm jade, looking like a work of art, and it was hard to imagine that this bone blade had also separated a person alive yesterday.

In addition to the bone blade, there is another part of this giant man's body that is very terrifying, and that part is in his abdomen.

It was a huge wound, about a meter long from the chest to the lower side of the abdomen, as wide as a palm, and bottomless, from which various internal organs flowed, like a frog trampled to death. And the murder weapon that caused this terrible wound was nowhere to be found.

The shock of this corpse to the first Ming was only temporary, and after staring at it for a while, he lost interest in the giant beast in front of him.

The beast in front of him, and the noise in the distance, didn't attract much attention to him, and after experiencing the rising sun, his whole heart was on his body.

It was a pain that could not be distracted, as if his body was going to fall apart at any moment.

There were no painkillers or anesthetics, and as the sun rose, he not only faced the excruciating pain coming from inside his body, but also the external damage caused by the sun's direct rays to his injured skin.

That kind of torment, every second seemed like a century had passed, and every second he hoped that the world would end in the next moment, but he found that not only would the world not end, but he would not have any hope of escaping. Or rather, he simply has nothing to look forward to.

Heiwa will not come to save him, his body will not move, and there will be no sudden appearance in the sky of immortals who can fulfill wishes, he will only be exposed to the sun and die like an outsider who has nothing to do with this world.

This constant effect forced him to distract himself from his thoughts, but he didn't know if he had been diverted or not, and when he looked at his own consciousness, he found himself in a trance.

The sun rose and finally reached the center of the sky, and the two suns looked at each other, burning everything on the ground.

The stones on the river beach are close to the water, but they do not feel the cooling effect of the water, they continue to accumulate heat, and they become hot fireballs. The place where these stones came into contact with the first Ming was slowly scorching it, and they, together with the sunlight in the sky, were causing him great damage.

Under such a high temperature, Yi Ming only felt that the wounds all over his body were about to dry and crack, and he had no doubt that his cells were being passively dehydrated one by one, and within a day or two, he would be roasted into a piece of jerky.

In the midst of the intense pain, he began to think about the past, and the replay of the past made him regret it.

If he hadn't brought the tiger skin to Linshui City, maybe it wouldn't have been like this, if the old man hadn't given him the illustrated book, maybe it wouldn't have been like this, if he hadn't been rescued by Heiwa, maybe it wouldn't have been like this, and if he hadn't ......

For a moment, countless possible scenarios appeared in his mind. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be like this, he thought, and began to find someone directly responsible for his current miserable situation.

Who was it that brought him to this situation? Heiwa, Healer, Armor, City Lord, or so-and-so on the planet? It was almost inevitable that he would suddenly find himself in the current situation.

He would not have come to this point in any of his previous actions, but when he looked back, he found that in any case, the actions he had made in that situation were perfectly in line with his way of doing things.

In other words, he will come to this point because of himself no matter what!

Thinking about it, First Ming suddenly felt a burst of warmth on his cheeks, and a stream of heat flowed through his nose.

Crying?, he asked himself.

Didn't get an answer.

He asked, "Self-inflicted?"

Before he could answer himself, he chuckled unconsciously.

Self-inflicted?

The chuckle caused tears to flow down his face and into his open mouth, making him feel a burst of saltiness.

He drank tears, cried and laughed, and laughed as he said, "Self-inflicted? Hahaha?

As he spoke, thinking about his first twenty years, it seemed that he had no meaning at all, and he couldn't find anything worth mentioning at this dying moment!

Pathetic!

Do it yourself!

Coming here is completely self-inflicted!

All decisions are made by yourself, so why blame others?

Do it yourself!

If you make your own decision, you have to suffer the consequences!

He went from a whispered question to a loud shout, "Doing it yourself?" Why did Lao Tzu go to sea?

His voice aroused the vengeons on the shore, who had died down, and they cried out at the prey in the middle of the river, hoping that the prey would come to the door of their own.

The eagle mixed with the beast man, the first cry and laughter, grew bigger and bigger, like a repeater, imprinted the four words self-inflicted on his body.

"Why did Lao Tzu ask for money? Why did he suffer for himself! Why didn't Lao Tzu run away? Suffer for himself! Do ....... for himself?"

His voice grew louder, louder, louder, hoarse, and finally muttered.

The beast on the shore did not know what was wrong with this man, and after screaming for a while, and seeing that it was not interesting, he wandered around the shore to find a way to get by.

And the first Ming in the middle of the river is still playing his own one-man show.

"But no one told me how to go......" he muttered, his eyes gradually losing their brightness, as if in a daze, as if dead.

He lay motionless, lying on the ground, as if he had lost his last life.

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The strong sunlight caused the temperature to rise gradually, and a few mosquitoes came from nowhere on top of the rushing water.

Buzz~

They flew on the water, and their sensitive perception allowed them to discover two "corpses" on the island.

They didn't care about the size of the corpse, and with little choice, they began to go their separate ways, trying to sow eggs in the wounds of the corpse while the corpse was not decomposing.

With the nourishment of the wound, it only takes a few days for their eggs to hatch out of the carrion, where they can grow and complete the reproduction of a generation.

A mosquito came to the side of a corpse, the wound on the corpse had dried up, and the fresh meat turned out was also dried in the sun, but this did not affect the mosquito's mood, it flew to the edge of the wound and stretched out its tentacles.

However, just as the mosquito was feasting, its target's "corpse" suddenly moved violently, making the mosquito feel the danger, and it hurriedly flew away.

As the corpse moved violently, there was a sudden look of strangeness in its godless eyes, and at the same time, the corpse began to move its lips to itself, which was very terrifying, and his voice was small, but if you listened closely, you could still hear what he was saying.

"Self-inflicted, that is, self-inflicted, then it is up to me to choose life and death!"

He muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly regaining their brightness, as if he had made a decision. He raised his head, his face furrowed, and gradually moved his arms.

The movement of his arms seemed to take a great deal of effort, his brow furrowed into a tic-tac-toe, the green tendons on his forehead exposed, and he gritted his teeth in great pain.

As he tried, his arms, which had seemed to be out of his control, began to move, but the pain in his heart made his head tremble slightly, and his mouth couldn't stop grinding his teeth.

However, this pain did not interrupt his movements, he gasped, beads of sweat the size of beans ran down his head, and he tried to move his arms little by little.

First his right arm, then his left, he drew them in a semicircle, then slowly turned forward.

The whole process was long and painful, but the pain did not affect the firmness in his eyes, as if the whole world had become nothing, and there were only two arms in his eyes, only the firmness that moved them to their destination.

Finally, he moved his trembling hands to the front of his body.

At the same time, this action made the first Ming relax his teeth and began to gasp for air, although the action was not complicated, but it made him very painful, and the sweat of the bean was all over his face because of this simple action. But he had no intention of resting, and in another heart-wrenching pain, he moved his legs.

The simple climbing action that a newborn could accomplish made the first Ming almost tired and dehydrated, and he finally got up and crawled firmly towards the giant man's corpse in pain.

His idea is simple, eat Xiao meat!

According to the Soul Being, this flesh is so poisonous that even a soldier can't bear it, so it's not easy to let his own little physique die? This is the fastest way to commit suicide! If you don't commit suicide, but go crazy and become a man, it's better than waiting for death here!

Faltering, he felt that nothing in his life was as exhausted as he was at this moment, and the short distance was like a long march of thousands of kilometers, making him almost collapse. Still, he made his way to the carcass of the beast, and he was aiming for the flesh from the wound, only there was fresh meat at his fingertips.

Although the blood of the dragon is light purple, the flesh is dark red, and the outer part is a little white under the washing of the water.

First Ming came to the wound of the corpse, without any expression on his face, and without any hesitation, he bit down hard.