After another safe night, no one knows how long this kind of life will last.
If you want to live and not be eliminated, you have to do something.
After breakfast, we started setting up traps.
In the Middle Ages, where there was no high technology, the first light bulb would have to wait three hundred years.
Of course, there were no electronic eyes, laser nets, or sirens.
So everyone tried hard to recall what traps existed in ancient times and took action.
Regel was digging a hole with a shovel, and his special ability came in handy.
Otherwise, these tasks that rely entirely on physical strength would not be done so quickly.
Inside, he kept shoveling soil into a basket hanging on a rope.
Rudolph and Sneijder at the entrance of the cave saw that the basket was full, so they pulled the rope to pull out the soil and dumped it at least five meters away.
"How's it going?
Is it deep enough?"
Regeer stood at the bottom of the pit and looked up and asked, "Even a bear can't climb up.
If there is a bear, maybe we can actually hit it."
"Almost."
Rudolph lowered the rope and followed Sneijder to pull Regel up.
Then put thin branches on the hole as a support, and sprinkle with soil and some dry leaves so that it is completely invisible.
Cheng Qianxun, who was helping to spread soil and leaves, asked a little worriedly: "Will someone else fall in?"
As soon as he said this, he felt that it was too holy.
He could hardly save his own life, and he still cares about others, especially Those stupid people who are dirty and full of thoughts about heaven and the devil, if they fall and break their necks, it will be the angels who are merciful and free them.
Sure enough, Rudolph laughed a few times but said nothing.
A branch was planted next to the pit as a mark for identification.
Reger, who was taking a rest aside, said: "This is the lord's hunting ground.
You are not allowed to enter without permission.
You deserve to be thrown to death."
Sneed comforted him: "Everyone is looking for invisible wizards everywhere now.
All the roads have been sealed and the mountain has been sealed for a long time.
If the only one who wants to go up the mountain is this kid."
"Okay" After making the trap, Rudolf stood up and clapped his hands: "Now it's time to chop down the tree and make a hanging hammer, just like that kid did.
If Jeffrey can die on the hanging hammer, He must be very depressed."
Everyone couldn't help but laugh and move on to the next trap.
Pull the rope, and a raft made of wood on top will fall down, which is covered with sharp thorns cut from branches. . .
The dried deer sinews were stretched straight, making this a simple sling.
Just a touch.
A stone as big as a head will bounce like a cannon towards the unlucky guy who touches the mechanism. . .
I was busy until the afternoon.
Arrange traps everywhere around the wooden house.
Only they will know which way to go, where to go around, and where not to step on.
Return to the cabin and start roasting the venison.
There is still plenty of venison, enough for three more days.
Maybe we will see the results within three days.
Although Satan did not hang the timer in front of everyone, everyone knows that the game will come to an end, even if they do not die; Jeffrey is almost the same, he will not eat until he finds a suitable hiding place, and he will not die.
In the hands of the medieval man with his golden eyes, he was starving to death.
"I'll go out and wash it."
Snede pulled open the collar of his clothes and sniffed inside: "If I'm going to die, I want to die cleanly."
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After saying that, he walked out with a piece of cloth specially used for wiping himself.
Reger shouted: "Don't mix the water too much.
I want to wash it too."
Next to the house is a pond, neither big nor small, and the water is relatively clean.
It contains rainwater and streams flowing through the mountains, but the bottom is mud.
If you step on it a few times, you will have to wait for the mud to settle before washing.
"We seem to have forgotten that there is another place."
Cheng Qianxun immediately sensed the blank space: "If Jeffrey walks along the water, those mechanisms will be useless?"
"Well, let's do it tomorrow.
When we finish washing and eating, it will get dark."
Rudolf grilled the venison and thought for a while.
"After eating, I will make a few fake traps first.
If he comes at night, he will retreat."
"You know if I study the ancient Mohist Qimen Dunjia, there must be many ancient mechanisms."
Although he didn't do much and most of the work was done by men, Cheng Qianxun was still so tired that his back ached.
"I have thought of everything I can think of."
Reger added firewood to the fire.
If it was too long, he directly broke it and threw it in: "After I go back, I will practice survival in the wild and make primitive traps. kind of.”
Rudolf said leisurely: "Maybe there are other games on the next level.
There are too many themes that can be used.
We can only try our luck."
Cheng Qianxun said at the right time: "So if you have more teammates and use everyone's wisdom and knowledge, you will be more likely to survive.
I just hope we won't be separated."
"I think so too."
Rudolf took the meat out of the fire, drew a few cuts on the meat with a knife, then stuffed the knife back into his boots, with a smile on his lips: "Happy cooperation."
Everyone smiled knowingly, and Rudolph felt more and more the importance of the team.
There is someone to keep watch when you sleep, someone to help you out when you are in danger, and there is always a mouth to eat when you are hungry.
At least Rudolph will not kill his teammates easily.
It is also the strength of the team that makes the most dangerous moments much less likely.
Both of them were grilling meat, and she couldn't just sit and wait to eat.
Her eyes moved to the wooden kettle on the table.
After a busy day, my mouth is very dry.
Cheng Qianxun stood up and looked at the kettle.
There were at most five or six mouthfuls in the kettle and it was almost out of water.
She picked up the wooden barrel next to her and said, "I'll get some water to boil."
If it was other medieval people, they would drink the water directly from the puddles, but they still boiled it before drinking it, but it is difficult to say that there were no parasites in it.
She took the bucket and went out.
Her head was so tired that she forgot that Sneijder was still outside.
After walking out of the wooden house, walking down the stairs to the second floor, and walking a few steps towards the puddle with the bucket in hand, I found Sneijder standing in the puddle bathing.
The water just covered his lower abdomen, revealing his strong and perfect upper body.
She was stunned, and Sneijder also saw her, and continued to wipe her body with a cloth calmly.
The most perfect body in Satan's eyes, its impact in the eyes of mortals is even more overwhelming. . .
Cheng Qianxun suddenly felt like his eyes were dazzled, a large amount of adrenaline was secreted, his mouth went dry for a while, and he swallowed subconsciously.
Sneijder also slowly picked up the clear water in the water with a cloth and wiped it against his flat and thick shoulders and solid and bulging chest.
The visual effect of a series of water droplets sliding over his body was simply comparable to The best special effects photography, extremely pleasing to the eye.
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Not to mention women, men are probably obsessed with it.
It was really not easy to look away from Sneijder.
Cheng Qianxun lowered his head and his voice trembled slightly: "I, I'll come back later."
"Fetching water, please give me the bucket."
Sneijder walked towards her.
There was a slight sound of water, and then Sneijder walked up to her.
She lowered her head and saw Sneijder's feet dripping with water.
I never thought that a man's feet could be so beautiful.
Although they are a little bigger due to their height, they are completely devoid of femininity and look beautiful and powerful.
Sneijder took the bucket in his hand, and the skin touched each other slightly, feeling as hot as electricity.
Sneijder turned around and walked towards the pond.
Cheng Qianxun couldn't help but raise his head and saw Sneijder's tall and strong back, inverted triangle figure, and bulging buttocks. . .
He quickly lowered his head again.
If you look at it a few more times, you will stare again.
A small half bucket of clean water was placed next to her, and Sneijder's warm and gentle voice came from above her head: "Don't worry, I'm getting water from upstream."
Sneed was always very considerate.
Even when fetching water, he took her strength into consideration.
He only fetched a small amount but enough to drink, so that she would not be so tired when carrying it in.
"Thank you," she thanked her.
Just as she was about to bend down to get the bucket, her body suddenly tightened and she had already entered Sneijder's wet but warm embrace.
Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she didn't even have the strength to struggle.
"Cheng" Sneijder's gentle and soft voice sounded, and the breath he exhaled made the top of her head feel warm and itchy: "You saved my life, and you fought for this body.
You must give it back when you go back.
Damn it, don’t you want to enjoy it, you deserve it.”
Then Sneijder lifted her up with great strength, tilted his head and kissed her lips gently, and then it became deeper and deeper and hotter. . .
The middle part also stood up, so thick that she felt like she was sitting on a hot fire hydrant. . .
Even if they haven’t been involved in human affairs yet, they all know this.
Sneijder is a master of kissing, and his kisses are completely different from that of his boyfriend.
One is hot in a Latin style, while the other is hot. . .
It can only be said that the task was completed like boiled water.
This bad first kiss made her question for the first time whether she wanted to live without feelings for the rest of her life.
Sneed carried her to the nearby woods and kissed her.
He pushed her against a tree and continued to kiss her.
"No, don't..."
I could only feel Sneijder's hot kisses on her lips, cheeks, and neck.
He supported her with one arm with ease, and touched her cheek with the other hand, which was hot.
He moved his palms all the way down, began to untie her collar, and touched it in. . .
"No..."
Her whole body became hot.
Fighting for the last bit of reason, she gasped and refused: "Please, don't do this...
If you want to live, if you want me to live. . . .
The last sentence was shouted, piercing the peace and infinite tenderness in the woods.
Several birds were frightened and flew up, flapping their wings and running away.
Sneijder raised his head and looked at her on his arm, his green eyes full of confusion.
Cheng Qianxun gasped for breath, and it took him a few seconds to calm down.
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He spoke earnestly, his voice trembling slightly due to the excitement just now: "Your body belongs to Satan Mammon.
Think about it carefully, why did Mammon rush to you?"
Beelzebub gave you the ability to heal quickly just to preserve the body of God, which is a priceless treasure to him.
If you dare to use it indiscriminately, it's hard to say whether Mammon will be angry.
Don't talk to you then.
Even I will die
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