The Earth People are so Fierce

The heart of the leaf is as hot as it is immersed in a pan.

But the brain seemed to be stuffed with ice, stinging and calm.

The shining little people found on the murals in the cave seemed to be jumping around in front of him, making suggestions for him.

Soon, these shining little people gathered to look like a brother.

"Yeba, we are the rat people, and we are destined to not be as strong as the clan warriors."

The brother said, "What's more, even if we exercise a hundred times the brute force, how many clan warriors can we defeat-five, ten, or twenty?

"Unable to use the power of totem, the power of flesh and blood is ultimately limited.

"But as long as we learn to use our brains, the power of wisdom is limitless."

My brother was right.

The leaves crawled in the rancid sewage, quietly observing and thinking.

He remembered a dangerous game that teenagers often played in Mid-Levels Village.

Every round of every mandala tree results in a fruit that is particularly full, sweet and juicy.

Moreover, the appearance is very golden and beautiful.

Such "golden fruits" usually grow at the top of the canopy.

The teenagers like to give an order and sprint towards the top of the canopy at the same time to see who can pick the golden fruit first.

Leaf is the winning general in this game.

But his secret is not how fast, how agile, how powerful.

—Although the Tulanian proverb doesn’t say “wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it”, but Ye Zi knows that if he behaves very brightly at the beginning, others will target him, push him, pull him , While climbing, clung to his ankle.

Think calmly and observe carefully.

These two things are always more important than speed and strength.

Soon, the chaotic scene in front of you vying for me to grab gradually became clear in Ye Zi's eyes.

That's right, almost all the red-eyed rat people are bigger than him, and they are also proficient in various killing techniques.

Because of this, they didn't pay attention to the small insignificance of the leaf at all.

They are still staring at each other.

And among the newcomers, the strongest and most murderous dangerous elements.

In order to compete for the fried mandala fruit, they all screamed like beasts and hugged each other.

Because the space is too small, there is no room for maneuvering. They can only use the simplest and rude ways to scratch, kick, and bite each other.

Bite my head to bleed, my bones were broken and my stomach pierced through my bite.

Although fighting power and bloodhoof warrior can not be compared.

But the murderous aura that bred from the deepest part of the darkness was worse than that.

When Ye Ye saw several big men, they were all besieged by four or five rat people. They were bitten and bruised all over, and he withdrew from the competition.

I saw a few rats with scars on their bodies and a particularly cold breath, and they managed to catch a few deep-fried mandala fruits.

They retreated to the corner cautiously, squatted down against the wall, swallowing, and watched the surroundings. For the time being, they would not join the fight again.

I also saw several deep-fried mandala fruits falling into the sewage and being salvaged by more than seventy or eighty claws, but sinking and floating in the sewage.

It is a thankless silly thing to compete for such deep-fried mandala fruit, the leaves will not dry!

He observed the entire cage with great patience, and finally, locked his goal.

It was two rat folks of similar stature and fought well together.

One of them had already copied a fried mandala fruit in his hand and desperately sent it to his mouth.

The other person clenched his wrist tightly, and used his hard forehead against his mouth, trying to grab the fried mandala fruit.

They are inseparable like Siamese babies.

Have to stand up to the point where both lose and lose.

"It's them."

Ye Ye squinted his eyes and sneaked past the sewage silently.

The shining little person in his mind turned into flashing lines and arrows, running around in his body.

Unconsciously, it changed his flesh and bones.

The unthinkable happened.

Leaf's bone heads are all dissolved, and the whole person becomes extremely soft.

Obviously all the rat people hug together, like a sturdy big meat mountain.

Inside Roshan, there were fists, knees and teeth colliding fiercely.

But the leaf easily squeezed in through the cracks.

Even if he was hit hard by the seemingly fierce elbows and knees.

His vital parts will also sink in like a conditioned reflex at the moment of the moment.

In this way, Ye Ye stretched freely and sneaked up to the two rat people who were facing each other.

He stretched out his hand from under the sewage.

The arm seemed to have no joints, and soon exceeded the limit of length.

It even looked like a real python, turning three or five turns, and bends to an angle that no one expected.

The surroundings were extremely chaotic, and everyone focused on the deep-fried mandala fruit and each other's red eyeballs.

No one noticed that this unbelievable little guy was fishing in troubled waters.

"It's now!"

Suddenly, Ye Ye's eyes widened and his shoulders sank. From the sewage, he slammed into the legs of the red-eyed rat man who was holding the fried mandala fruit.

This red-eyed rat citizen did not expect that someone would sneak attack in the sewage, caught off guard, and fell backward.

He still couldn't bear to let go.

But the "old enemy" on the opposite side has already rushed forward.

More red-eyed rat people, scrambling to each other, layered on top of each other, pressing the two at the bottom.

But they all rushed for nothing.

Just when the red-eyed rat people finally let go.

The right arm with the leaves longer than the elephant's trunk, even extended the distance by half the arm again, and it was just right to get the fried mandala fruit!

"Get it!"

Ye Zi was ecstatic.

He hurriedly allowed the flashing lines and arrows in his body to flow in the opposite direction, trying to retract his arm.

but-

His "ability", after all, is a beginner's practice, no one teaches it, and it is not effective at times.

He was hungry and scarred, which seriously affected his performance.

Although successfully retracted his arm.

The speed is a little bit slower.

Let other red-eyed rat people find out—

"This kid grabbed something to eat!"

The dozens of red-eyed rat people who hadn't grabbed the food all cast their half hungry and half angry gazes at the leaves.

Although others also have unfinished fried mandala fruits in their hands.

But this little thing is obviously the easiest object to start with.

Ye Ye's heart sank to the bottom.

Holding the fried mandala fruit, he buried his head greedily and took a deep breath.

A chubby mother appeared in front of him again, holding a large dustpan of fried mandala noodles, smiling and looking at him.

"Eat, Leaf." Mother said with a smile.

"Eat, Ye Zi." My brother said with a smile.

"Oh, the deep-fried mandala noodles made by Ye Zi's mother are getting more and more delicious!" An Jia, whose cheeks were stuffed, stared at her big round eyes, and said vaguely.

The leaves turned their hearts.

Exhausting all his strength, he jumped back hard, and jumped back to the corner, next to the corpse with black hair and black eyes.

never mind.

As long as you can eat another bite of the deep-fried mandala fruit made by your mother.

Even if he died of the plague, he would become a pile of mud deep in the dungeon.

He doesn't care about anything.

The red-eyed rat people probably did not dare to step forward to **** it because of the severity of the plague.

But the look in their eyes became extraordinarily weird.

It seems that a good show is about to be staged, full of excitement and expectations.

"Look, another idiot has taken the bait!"

"Now I can finally know if he is dead!"

"I bet he must be dead, he will be motionless for a whole day!"

"Don't move, don't pant, don't even beat your heart!"

"No, isn't it the same the last few times? He must be alive!"

"Impossible, come here, what to bet?"

"I bet on a fried mandala fruit!"

"Two, I bet two!"

The red-eyed rat people are gearing up and enthusiastic.

Ye Zi couldn't understand what they were talking about.

Only one word "gambling" was heard.

And found that these unkind guys, looking over his shoulders one after another, condensed in the dark corner behind him.

Their eyes are exactly the same as the bloodhoof warriors who gamblers captives can wading through the Bison River smoothly.

Behind Ye Zi, there was still silence like a tomb.

But the shining little person in his body clearly felt extremely faint ripples in the sewage.

All the shining lines and arrows are like encountering beasts, scared rabbits, curled up into a ball, shivering.

Leaf hasn't reacted yet.

He was knocked to the ground by a strange force behind him.

It's the horrible corpse!

No, this black-haired, black-eyed, bruised and ugly guy is not dead!

Arms that looked as thin as a scorched tree branch, but with terrifying strength, controlled half of the leaf with only one hand.

The heart that was silent like a rock just now was like a war drum that was beating madly, banging dong dong, dong dong dong, shaking the heart of the leaves.

Before the skin was as cold as a lizard, it was also rolling with lava-like heat.

The pair of black eyes that seemed to be starless night, without the slightest waves and glimmers, were even more like a volcanic eruption, gushing out enough light to burn everything.

It made Ye Zi feel that the black-haired rat people in front of him were more terrifying than the horned tauren samurai who entered the "totem madness".

The gap between the two sides is too big.

The deep-fried mandala fruit that the leaves worked so hard to get was instantly snatched by the black-haired rat people.

Many onlookers had anticipated this scene a long time ago.

But he still laughed and was overjoyed.

They clapped vigorously and cheered loudly for the black-haired rat people's camouflage skills and instant explosive ability.

"Sure enough, it's not dead!"

"He really can't die to death!"

"After eating this deep-fried mandala fruit, I bet this dumb man can live another three days!"

"Three days? Then you will definitely lose. He can live for at least another five days. I'll bet for five days!"

"If there is another silly boy and put the mandala fruit to his mouth, he can last for ten days, even if we all die, he may not die!"

"This guy is really interesting, really interesting!"