There were hazy and noisy shouts in his ears, and the piercing wind hit Fan's face with dust all over the sky.
His lips and skin, which were almost dehydrated and chapped, were torn and bled at the slightest movement, revealing the shriveled flesh and blood underneath.
The dry sand nearly buried him, and he was tied to a rusty flagpole.
I don't know how long it took, but someone finally remembered him.
He was dragged into the camp like a dead dog with its limbs tied, and then really thrown out like a dead dog.
His body fell to the ground and rolled around for several times.
He endured the heart-wrenching pain in various parts of his body, and finally stopped uncomfortably.
"It's this mud monkey" someone asked.
"Hey, it's a clay monkey that can kill three people in a row."
"Wanda, where does this guy come from?"
"How do I know?
It's not a reformed person anyway."
"Are you sure?"
The person who asked was obviously very doubtful.
Wanda rolled her eyes, "I'm not sure, why don't you come" "Okay, okay, don't keep arguing.
The problem now is how to deal with him."
Someone tried to smooth things over.
"Hmph, if you ask me to say that this is a man, he might as well be recruited as a peripheral warrior."
"According to your wishes, those three people died in vain."
"It's just three slaves who will die anyway.
This sandstorm will never end anyway.
It's only a matter of time."
"It's also true that if it hadn't been for this kid, we wouldn't have known that Jerry, that little bastard, had a hidden gun."
"Okay, don't worry about him for now.
The braised meat is about to be cooked, and it will rot if you cook it again.
If you don't eat it, I will eat it first."
"You're fucking dreaming" With noisy arguments ringing in his ears, Fan finally opened his eyes.
The dry dust almost completely covered his eyelashes.
He smelled the aroma of meat.
For a human who had not eaten normally for a long time, It is nothing short of a fatal temptation.
The dark crowd scrambled around a huge iron pot, screaming and cursing.
Those who got the food took the opportunity to run out, while those who didn't got the food squeezed in as hard as they could.
One lucky guy fished out a huge piece of meat.
He squeezed it out after hiding it in his arms.
He staggered and didn't pay attention to the road in front of him.
He accidentally tripped over Fan who was lying on the ground.
"Damn it."
The man cursed unhappily and continued to walk out.
At this time, a faint scent of meat spread into Fan's nose.
He turned sideways and tilted his head towards the left piece of meat, but when he was about to try to put the piece of meat into his mouth, he suddenly felt a chill.
What kind of boiled meat is this?
It's clearly a cooked finger.
While he was stunned, someone passed by and discovered the fallen finger.
He immediately bent down to pick it up, put it into his mouth and chewed it without thinking.
His teeth bit the brittle bone and made a crunching sound.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
His fingers were quickly swallowed.
The man glanced at Fan at his feet and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm. .
Fan looked at the blood-tinged saliva in front of him, and then at the crowd of people frantically grabbing food around the cauldron.
A strong nausea stirred his stomach, causing him to vomit on the spot.
But there was no food in his stomach, only gastric juice filled with strong acid.
Combine it with what you have seen and heard before.
He no longer had to guess, the things boiling in the cauldron were clearly the three people he had just killed.
Although the concept of human cannibalism existed in his mind, when he saw this scene with his own eyes, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable panic.
This gluttonous feast lasted for half an hour, and only after everyone was "satisfied with wine and food" did anyone remember him.
"Hiccup."
Wanda touched her belly and burped, then she swayed and straightened Fan's body with her feet.
"You two can talk about whether we want to kill him or not."
"If you want me to say forget it, look at him like this, how much water is wasted to clean him, and he is full anyway.
Just tie him up and throw him back.
Killing him won't be easy to preserve."
"Are you really not considering recruiting him as a peripheral warrior?"
Someone was obsessed with Fan.
"Okay, stop arguing."
Some sharp voices came out with light footsteps, and the atmosphere in the venue couldn't help but stagnate.
The man slowly walked to Fan's side.
He leaned down and pinched his chin, "Boy, tell me where you come from."
Fan finally opened his eyes, and the thick dust almost completely covered his eyes.
"I don't know."
His voice was weak and hoarse.
"Ha, I didn't expect him to be a tough guy."
The man chuckled and patted Fan on the face.
Then, as if he had lost interest, he let go of his hand and slowly stood up, twisting his neck as if to stretch his muscles. call The twitching calves rubbed against the air, making a sound of breaking through the air.
A sudden whip kicked Fan's entire body away.
"What bothers me the most is the hard bones."
With quick steps, the man walked up to Fan, grabbed his chin and pulled him up forcefully.
"Now I ask you again, where are you from?"
"Ahem."
Fan coughed lightly and squinted his eyes to look at the pale face opposite him, "I don't know."
"Very good."
The man sighed with a smile, let go and dropped Fan on the ground, "Turns out he is a real tough guy."
Bang Another unexpected heavy step hit Fan's fingers hard.
The pain in his heart made Fan couldn't help but let out a scream.
"Regan, if you cripple him, he won't be able to be recruited as a peripheral warrior."
"Shut the hell up," Regan cursed in an extremely sharp voice, "Mundo is my subordinate and my favorite toy.
What you just ate is a toy that I cultivated with great difficulty."
Under Regan's roar, the others looked at each other and shook their heads.
Regan's unique hobby was well known to everyone.
Mondo was indeed his favorite toy.
His death was indeed a big deal to Regan.
"strike".
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
"Garbage" came a faint murmur.
"What?"
Regan thought he heard wrong.
"I said you were trash."
Dry sarcasm came from the ground.
"Boy, do you know what you are talking about?"
Regan stared at Fan who was looking up in disbelief.
He really couldn't imagine what prompted him to dare to say such a thing.
"It's precisely because I know what I'm talking about that I feel how pathetic you are."
Although Fan's expression was painful, his tone was free and sarcastic.
"Pathetic" Regan almost laughed.
"You think you are great."
He stepped on Fan's face hard and twisted his toes back and forth.
"You think that standing up can help you sublimate yourself.
You idiot who doesn't understand anything, you really Like a flower cultivated in a greenhouse, what right does a trash like you have to think that I am pathetic?"
"Eating one's own kind is something only animals do."
"Haha, you beasts."
Regan really laughed out loud this time, "If you think we are beasts, do you know that you bunch of trash are worse than beasts in our eyes?"
"I haven't seen such an innocent fool like you in how many years.
I have to admit that you got me interested, little guy."
Regan chuckled.
"But it's a pity that you are so ugly, otherwise I would be really interested in turning you into my plaything."
"You should be glad that I'm not your type, otherwise you would definitely die."
"What did you say?"
Regan felt that his brain was almost useless.
"I mean, I will kill you when the time comes.
You perverted beast."
There was a sneer in Fan's voice.
"You fucking say that again."
Regan took out his gun as fast as lightning, and the black muzzle of the gun was firmly pressed against Fan's forehead.
"Regan" someone wants to put a stop to it.
"Shut up," Regan shouted at him, and then continued to wiggle his toes, "You think you are a waste, do you think you saved those maggots and they will be grateful to you?
You don't understand anything at all."
Regan suddenly seemed to remember something at this moment.
He slowly took a breath, and his angry expression turned a little playful.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you.
You don't deserve to let me waste a bullet.
You know, I suddenly thought of a very interesting game, a game that is very suitable for a little baby from the greenhouse like you.
I want you to Feel for yourself what reality is and why trash like you are worse than beasts.
Then you will know who is living a miserable life."
"Come here, drag him back to me.
Remember, don't let go."
Regan smiled evilly and waved his hand
.
: