The Earth People are so Fierce

In their laughter, Ye Zi understood everything.

The black-haired ratman did not die at all, but was seriously injured and extremely weak.

To **** it with upright and open means, he will definitely not be able to grab half of the mandala fruit, and sooner or later he will starve to death.

Therefore, he can only deceive a new fool like himself by pretending to be dead!

—There must be a new fool who thought he was dead and infected with the plague.

And these new fools, if they are lucky and grab the mandala fruit but are unable to protect themselves, they will definitely escape to the corner where the black-haired rat people are, trying to eliminate the plague like him. Coveted by other red-eyed rat people.

But these fools don't even know that there is no "safe zone" around the black rat people.

But another deadly trap!

The black-haired rat people use this method to **** mandala fruits one after another when they are on the verge of death.

As for the other red-eyed rat people, knowing that the black-haired rat people are not dead yet, why don't they step forward to make a knife or snatch?

Naturally, because Turan people are addicted to gambling, they value gambling more than anything else.

In a sense, gambling is a lively battle with illusory destiny.

The game at the gambling table is the same as the fight on the battlefield.

Even if he fell into the deepest part of the black dungeon.

The rat people still have to gamble.

Betting on whether the black rat people are dead or not.

Was there any fool like Leaf that would be fooled.

After being fooled by the gambling fool, the dying black-haired rat people still had enough strength to **** the mandala fruit.

For these red-eyed rat people who are precarious and will lose their lives at any time.

Every few days, it is a very cost-effective and necessary thing to use a mandala fruit to conduct a wonderful gamble against the fear and despair of being jailed.

The leaves who understand everything are completely desperate.

The cruelest thing in the world is not to deprive all hope from the beginning.

It seems to have grasped the last ray of hope, but then watched the hope slip through the fingers.

It's impossible.

It is impossible to live, become stronger, and take revenge.

He had been hungry for three days and three nights, during which he had only eaten a bunch of food stuffed into his mouth by the samurai with broken horns.

If he eats this deep-fried mandala fruit, he will be able to reserve a little bit of strength to fight for the next round of food delivery, and then grab two, three, and more mandala fruits to let his strength. It's getting bigger and bigger.

Then there is a chance to climb out from the deepest part of the dungeon.

Climbing to hope.

However, without this deep-fried mandala fruit, more and more intense hunger, is destined to swallow his last strength, making him like a lot of rat people curled up in the corner, motionless, even the red under his eyes. Mandu dimmed.

The only ending is to starve to death here, to death!

In a daze, Ye Ye seemed to hear her mother's "Oh," and accidentally knocked the fried mandala sticks full of dustpan to the ground.

It's ok.

The mandala tree bears fruit three to five times a year.

Some of the food is.

You can't finish it no matter how you eat it.

I'll go and fry it again.

Mother comforted Ye Zi with a smile.

But her figure gradually blurred.

The mandala is blooming.

The flowering mandala tree will never bear fruit again.

Not even one knot.

Even if the leaves can survive the Glory Era, they will have enough blood and soul to nourish the roots of the mandala tree, so that the thousands of mandala trees all over Turanze will bear fruit again and bear many, many, many mandalas. Luo fruit.

He doesn't have a mother anymore.

This is the first time Ye Ye has realized this event deeply since the raging fire started in his shack.

Realized that his mother would never make deep-fried mandala noodles for him again.

He never has a mother anymore.

The teenager finally collapsed.

Large tears fell from his cheeks.

Even if there was no hood to cover him, he still cried desperately in front of everyone.

He cried and rushed towards the black-haired rat people.

Not to grab the mandala fruit from the opponent.

I just wanted to catch my mother's gradually dissipating and thinning figure.

"mom-"

The leaf hugged the black-haired ratman's thigh and shook hysterically, shouting, "Mom, mom, mom, mom!"

Leaves vent their pain to their heart's content.

And is ready to welcome all punishments.

Whether it was kicked by the black-haired rat-men, it fell back into the hands of the hungry red-eyed rat-men.

It was torn to pieces directly by the black-haired rat people.

—He will definitely do this, right?

No one has seen the fierce flames erupting eyes of the black rat people closer than Ye Zi.

Therefore, no one knows the horror of black rat people better than Ye Zi.

He must be able to give himself a joy.

So, I will see my mother soon, and soon...

Leaf felt the black-haired ratman's muscles stiffen.

The young man smiled and simply closed his eyes and waited for death.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no pain.

The black-haired ratman neither kicked him nor shredded him, just let him hold his thigh with muscle stiffness.

Ye Zi opened his eyes in confusion.

Faced with the black-haired rat people.

He saw shock, entanglement, and...a little embarrassment in the dark eyes of the black-haired rat man?

It was as if the face of the black-haired rat man was filled with the expression "what the hell, who is your mother".

After struggling for a long time, the black-haired ratman finally took action.

Still not kicking or tearing up leaves.

Instead, he sighed and broke a small piece from the fried mandala fruit he looted, and gave it back to the boy.

"He...what is he doing?"

Ye Zi was dumbfounded.

In the past three days, he listened to other captives and talked a lot about the Glory Era.

Knowing that in the Glory Era, because of the extreme lack of food, let alone the fruit of the mandala, even the bark and core of the mandala tree will later be extremely precious food, enough to win the blood. It even killed people.

The red-eyed rat people's competition for the fried mandala fruit has proved this-in a short moment of fierce competition, many rat people are scarred, face down, lying in the sewage, and constantly twitching.

Every fried mandala fruit represents a hope of survival.

This extremely badly injured, dying black-haired ratman, feared that this method could only be used to obtain a deep-fried mandala fruit for several days.

He obviously can enjoy the spoils exclusively.

Why share precious hope with yourself?

The leaves were puzzled.

Did not dare to move at all.

The black-haired ratman misunderstood what he meant.

The black sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but they did not withdraw their kindness, grumbled, and then broke off the second fruit and handed it over.

Ye Zi dared not accept it more and more.

The life of the black rat is so ugly, and the whole body is surrounded by a more ferocious aura than the bull head samurai with broken horns. Even the shining little person in the leaf is too scared, as if to remind the leaf that this is an extremely dangerous monster , The farther away from him, the better.

And, did he see the tears on his face?

Turan people regard crying as the greatest shame and ignorance.

I even think that the little bugs that can swallow courage, create plagues, and bring disasters are hidden in tears.

The Turan people can die, they can be defeated, they can be bruised and bloody.

Just can't cry.

If anyone shed a tear in the public courtyard.

Who is the humble coward, the spreader of the plague, who betrays the ancestral spirit, and can never get the blessing of totem.

Will be despised and bullied by others for a lifetime.

The other red-eyed rat people heard Ye Zi's cry.

They all took a breath of air, and desperately backed away, as if the leaf had become a plague-stained monster.

Only the black-haired rat people didn't get rid of the young man. There was no slightest contempt or disgust in his eyes when he looked at the young man. On the contrary, he added a bit of... pity and guilt?

The black-haired ratman stretched out his hand for the third time.

This time, he left the two small pieces of fried mandala fruit that he had just broken off for himself.

But he returned most of the rest to Ye Ye.

"Don't cry, eat."

The black-haired ratman's lips remained motionless.

But there was a very faint voice in his chest, which only Ye Zi could hear.

The leaves were completely stupid.

He seemed to have heard the red-eyed rat people say that the black-haired rat people were dumb?

Does he know how to talk?

However, the sound made by the black rat civilian's chest is indeed very strange.

In the past few days, Ye Ye can be regarded as coming into contact with dozens of different accents on the vast land of southern Turanze from various captives.

But I have never heard such a blunt Turan.

It's like disassembling the original multi-syllable, full of strumming, smooth and lively vocabulary into individual syllables, and then jumping out one syllable, one syllable.

Ye Zi couldn't hear which clan accent it was.

But he could hear the kindness of the black-haired rat people.

He plucked up his courage, and glanced at the black-haired ratman's eyes again.

A moment ago, the fierce flames like a volcanic eruption had already disappeared without a trace.

The eyes of the black-haired rat people returned to the depth of the starless night.

But unlike the complete freezing when pretending to be dead, the leaves found a glimmer of dawn-like light in the deepest part of the starless night.

The scent of deep-fried mandala fruit went down the nasal cavity and poke into the stomach again.

The belly screamed immediately.

Ye Ye blushed, no longer hesitating, stretched out his hands and took most of the fried mandala fruit from the hand of the black-haired rat man.

He glanced back anxiously.

The black-haired Ratmin saw through his mind, smiled slightly, and continued to use his chest to make a sound that only a teenager can hear.

"It's okay, they won't come to grab it."

The black-haired ratman paused, then added, "They dare not."

Do not know why.

This bruised, dying, weird man was extremely weak.

But it gave Ye Zi a great sense of trust.

The boy finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down all his guards, and took a bite of the fried mandala fruit carefully.

It's so fragrant.

The boy chewed, in a daze, a phantom appeared in front of his eyes again.

It's like mom is back again.