Some things can't be forgotten even if you want to. It is really a kind of fear inherited from the blood. It has been engraved and passed on from generation to generation. Time can dim it, but it cannot be completely erased.
currently,
In the depths of this soul,
On this dark sea,
Before this continent of bones,
When the figure of this man appeared in front of him,
Howard,
Recalling the fear of my ancestors being killed and cooked!
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"
Howard opened his mouth,
began to cry out in terror,
loudly,
But it's not scary at all,
Because in this cry, there is too clear and obvious fear, the kind of hysteria that has almost collapsed it.
Win Gou didn't speak, he just stood here, standing quietly;
That terrifying mountain-like pig's head has already begun to slack off.
It didn't dare to take a step forward, didn't dare to touch the reverse scales of the man in front of it, and didn't dare to let the other party misunderstand that it had the slightest intention to offend.
For a long time,
Only then did Hao Zhi barely calm down his emotions,
But still buried his head,
with lowered eyes,
? Hehe ancient ferocious beast,
It's like turning into a piggy page.
Win Hook raised his hand,
"Rememberyou mustIwell"
When the takeaway arrives at home, it's fine if you don't take it, and you have to have the takeaway delivered to your own mouth.
Even Boss Zhou, who was leaning behind, was speechless for a while, too arrogant and too lazy.
Hao Zhi didn't get angry. On the premise that he had already recognized the identity of the man in front of him, he didn't even dare to have the emotion of anger.
at that age,
It seems that my ancestors have always had a destiny,
That is to be the food that the master of the Nether Sea takes and uses,
Even in his own sphere of influence, he is like a giant,
But when that person is hungry, or wants to eat this taste, a consciousness comes,
The patriarch in the ethnic group bound himself,
Take the initiative to come to the depths of the Nether Sea,
even,
You have to prepare your own cooking utensils,
? Make your own food.
This is humiliation, right?
Yes,
humiliation,
But after a long time of humiliation, there is no longer any sense of humiliation. This seems to have become a ritual. The sense of ritual dilutes the sadness, and the sense of ritual brings intoxicating glory.
It seems that being able to be that person's dish is more desirable to the younger generation of clansmen than being the patriarch of the clan.
It's just a pity,
Although that person likes to eat hogs, he never puts their bones under his bone throne,
the reason is simple,
not qualified.
"It's you"
Hao Hu raised his head cautiously,
Drummed up 120,000 points of caution.
Rational thinking keeps telling it that the person in front of him has fallen, and even if he is not completely dead, he is no longer the terrifying existence he was back then.
It has nothing to be afraid of, really there is no need to be afraid, even the other party needs to be afraid of himself!
However,
Most of the time,
The advantage of perceptual thinking is still able to crush the so-called rationality to pieces.
Especially when Yinggou said the next sentence:
"Leaveyouoneoneconsciousnessconsciousness"
It's not easy for you to break free from the seal and sneak into the world of the underworld, so leaving a trail of consciousness for you is an encouragement.
The remaining,
Just give it all to me.
This sentence is more excessive than "rewarding you with a whole corpse",
But it made Hao Zhi extremely excited, almost tearful of gratitude.
It's glory, glory, glory!
It is the first one that can make this regressive hog in front of you!
"There is something I want to tell you."
Win Gou nodded silently, motioning for the other party to continue.
"It's not just me who came up this time, but also the original consciousness of the other two."
&?
Yinggou ignored him.
"Hey, let me say, I've sat on that chair before, it's too hard, to be honest, you might as well put a sofa bed on it."
In the middle of the vast Nether Sea, the top of the continent where bones are piled up, symbolizes the real supreme position of hell in that era,
Put a sofa bed?
Yinggou's footsteps trembled slightly, but he continued to walk up.
It seems that
He is taking a deep breath.
Zhou Ze smiled,
Really cannibalism, soft mouth,
This is not angry.
"Hey, I said, why is there a pothole under here?"
Zhou Ze pointed to the seat where he was sitting just now and said.
There is a layer of golden cushion inside, and it is still a sunken area.
"I said, don't go up and down every day, it's fine to just lie here."
Win Gou stopped in his tracks,
A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,
road:
"Are you very like like?"
Zhou Ze shrugged,
"Compared to climbing such a high distance, I still like it here."