The Godsfall Chronicles

The people in the little black house all found a serious problem, and the camp provided one meal a day, and every time the food was served, it was dirty root stems and raw fleshworm ants, and the drinking water provided was drinks made of blood.

If you don't eat, you'll starve to death.

You can handle it without eating at once.

But we're all human beings. How long can we last?

Lingyue Cloud and the two aristocratic teenagers met each other and the eagle still tasted good, as if they were tasting something rare and rare, they couldn't help but wonder, this thing might not taste as bad as imagined.

This idea is purely self-deceiving, but it is necessary for a person to deceive himself under certain circumstances. Ling Moon Yun repeatedly hesitated for half an hour. She knew that time was not unlimited. In another half hour, the veterans would come and collect the food.

Ling Moon Cloud bites his teeth and picks up a rootstock that doesn't look very disgusting. Although it's not very disgusting, it's also relative. This thing looks like a faece and is very consistent in shape, indicating that his stomach is good.

Psst, it's all psychological, not just physical.

Ling Moon cloud touched it, only felt the rootstock surface was covered with fresh dirt, presumably just dug out of the ground, whatever, eating it with hard scalp!

But I thought about it.

I don't know where it came from yet.

Lingyue cloud pulled out a knife and peeled off her skin. Although she couldn't resist the fantasy of excrement, the smell emitted from it was like excrement. She took a hard bite of her scalp and her expression became distorted.

“Vomit! ”

Two teenagers have been unable to help themselves to vomit.

Is this really human food? He's a killer of taste buds! Each flavor is a devastating blow to the taste and can destroy almost any strong will. Everyone feels ridiculous and deceitful now. How can that earthy guy across the street taste so good? That's impossible!

But the cloudhawk ate early, and when he finished eating, he was sitting still.

Whatever the other person thinks, he has many years of experience in the wilderness telling him that the more food is scarce, the more energy is saved, even if there is little extra action, the better it is to control the body into a dormant state to reduce consumption.

It has been proven that camp feeding, although almost exhaustive in terms of material selection, can compensate for physical consumption, even if eating one meal a day with a cloud eagle, does not make you feel too hungry.

Ling Moon Yun and two aristocratic teenagers are hungry.

They are all hunters, and in fact, hunters are more likely to starve than ordinary people, because hunters tend to have strong physical qualities, so they necessarily consume a lot of energy in maintaining their physical state, which needs to be supplemented by eating a lot of high-energy food, so they are also hungry for two days, and hunters are even more affected than ordinary people.

Ling Moon Cloud finally overcome the disgusting smell, and when he was ready to reach for it, the door of the little black house was suddenly pushed open, and several veterans rushed in and took away all the bowls on the ground, whether or not these people needed it.

Day three.

Ling Moon Cloud successfully finished the first bowl of food, vomited twice in the process, but she was so hungry.

Day four.

The Spiritual Moon Cloud eats up these unwanted foods without vomiting.

Day five.

People barely adapt to this food, who say that special training in Hell Valley has not yet officially begun, they experience Hell's day, just a little bit of crude food and a little water every day, even if the clouds hawks are tranced back to the hard years of the wilderness, let alone the habitual people in these divine domains.

But this state of affairs can be tolerated, at least a long way from the endurance limit of a cloud hawk. But what a cloud hawk can do doesn't mean anyone else can do it.

Five days and five nights in a dark shack, suffering from hunger and thirst, upset them. The most heinous thing is that inability to move or even speak is undoubtedly a cruel punishment.

Although before departure, the family had to obey all orders and instructions, but five days and five nights of silence, finally, someone couldn't help but feel relaxed because of anxiety and adaptation, they felt that it was okay to speak.

At least talk to relieve boredom.

It's no big deal. They don't believe it. What can you do with a word?

“Let's talk.” A teenager couldn't help but talk for a few days, and his voice was a little dull: “With so many houses in the camp, there can be no 24-hour surveillance and he has to hold his breath if he doesn't speak. ”

“Yeah, what's your name? I am the third son of General Tianancheng, my name is...”

Two aristocratic teenagers spoke.

Ling Moon Cloud is also very sad, but when she stared at the cloud eagle opposite, she saw the cloud eagle plate sitting in place, like a wooden carving, she also kept her lips shut, seemed reluctant to accept defeat.

Why can't I put up with this little man?

He won't talk, I won't talk!

The Spirit Moon Cloud always resents the Eagle and treats the Eagle as a dead opponent, so it must not behave worse than the Eagle. At this time, the eyes of the two aristocratic teenagers were swept by the cloud eagle and the Ling Moon Cloud. In fact, they had long noticed the Ling Moon Cloud. Beautiful women were highly visible wherever they were. Especially noble beauties with a large ethnic character, so they all had close thoughts in their hearts.

I'm afraid it's inappropriate for a beautiful woman not to speak voluntarily.

“Hey, why don't you talk? ”

“Don't worry, it's dark now, let's keep it down, they can't hear us. ”

Two aristocratic teenagers cautioned the cloud eagle, but they greeted him a few times. The cloud eagle didn't even hum. The two teenagers were a little unhappy. The small black house totalled less than 20 square meters. The two stood up and walked to the cloud eagle.

Cloud Eagle, a different kind of guy, wasn't supposed to be popular.

Ask, when everyone is hungry, he is the only one who eats Jinjin flavor. When everyone eats it, he vomits seven times and eight times. He eats and drinks like a fool and looks at several people. How can anyone else like him?

“Shall we talk to you again? Are you dead? ”

Two people tried several times. Whatever the method, the cloudhawk was just immobile. He was not two people in front of him. He was a monkey with two hands and feet dancing and screaming. What are you talking about to the monkeys?

“Grass, you guys don't give face. ”

“I am General Tianan's son! ”

A teenager stood up angry and kicked a cloud eagle to the ground.

The cloud eagle sat faceless, and he did not speak or fight back, because he remembered that he did not want to break the rules, a disregard and indifference that undoubtedly provoked two teenagers.

Both juveniles showed their hearts in front of the Spiritual Moon Cloud. In the past few days, they were locked here in an ugly state. They were worried about how to get their faces back. At this moment, their hearts caught fire and one of them slapped the cloud eagle directly in the face.

Ling Moon Cloud laughed happily. These two teenagers are the sons and brothers who came out of the small city. Young and cheerful, the heavens and the earth are thick. The people of Hell Valley let them stay in the little black house. Then there must be a reason for them. These two people will definitely pay the price, but it's the best way to do this.

Be sure to involve the eagle!

Ling Moon Cloud knows that the cloud eagle is insidious, cunning and impulsive contradictory personality. If he can endure it all the time, as long as the cloud eagle returns his hand, there will surely be no good fruit to eat. If the cloud eagle does not return his hand, he can watch him be beaten by these two idiots. Is there anything happier than this? Sitting dead for five days and five nights is finally a good show to relieve boredom!

Who knew, when the cloudhawk stood still and slapped him in the face, the teenager didn't feel hit at half the time, but went through the cloudhawk's head and threw it from the other side.

“What's going on here? ”

Another teenager punched a cloud eagle in the face.

The result is still passing through, with no effect.

Is this man transparent? Or what special artifacts he carries to create illusions!

The two teenagers stared at the eagle and saw the eagle laughing coldly. They all had a creepy, chilling feeling: “You... you have the guts, remember! ”

If two people dare not touch the cloud eagle any more, whatever the origin of the cloud eagle, he can use this ability, which means that the cloud eagle is no ordinary person. Eighty-nine of these people are not so easy to provoke, this time it is a big trouble.

Cloudhawks closed their eyes again, as if they were bound to say nothing.

The two fools thought they were smart, the little weirdo had been watching the situation as a sentry for a long time. At least three veterans were watching each day on a rotating basis. These convergent breath abilities were excellent. Even the clouds and eagles had difficulty discovering their existence, but the clouds and eagles knew very well that, in fact, they were moving in the room, and they were all recorded.

Day six is over.

Day seven is over.

This time of day is not hard to predict, there must be more than one offender.

“Dang! ”

“All hands together! ”

In the early morning of the eighth day, a bronze ragon was knocked out, and the crowd was awakened by the sound, all of them coming out of the wooden house, just in the middle of the camp, a few puppet towers stood in front of them, a man in black scar face wearing a black blindfold.

Seventy or eighty young boys and girls stand here, each with a little bit of naivety on their face, their age is generally concentrated around the age of twenty years, they carry baggage, they really sit for seven days and seven nights, making everyone look shriveled.

When the cloud eagle walked into the group, suddenly he felt that there seemed to be hostile eyes in the crowd looking at himself. He couldn't help but frown. Ling Moon Cloud hated him for sure, but after Ling Moon Peng's reprimand, Ling Moon Cloud's heart for the cloud eagle had decreased a lot.

This hostility, however, was full of killings, which made him very confused.

The cloud hawk is very convinced that no one but a spiritual moon cloud knows about the scene. Who is going to have trouble with him? The cloudhawk was just trying to pull this guy out.

Knock, knock!

A powerful footstep rang.

Five retired thugs will be clustering a man and walking over.

The man was nearly two meters tall, like a lion, with five or six scars on his red and black face, almost all across his face, each filled with stitching marks, making his face look even uglier than it would have been, as if it had been stitched up with different skin.

He walked, but he was full of energy. Every step caused ground vibration. It was unbearable to create illusions. Nothing could stop him, even if it was a mountain in front of him, he hit him in half!

“Hello, I am one of your instructors, and the few behind me are assistant professors, and that concludes my introduction.” Instructor Scar spoke quickly, as sharp as a lightning knife, and as bright as a bell: “Now, whoever I light, stand up. ”

Instructors began to get picked up, counting more than two dozen people, including two in the same cabin as a cloud hawk, and each of them couldn't help but fight a cold war when they felt the instructor's unsatisfactory eyes.

Twenty or so people show nervousness.

Twenty or so people have a characteristic, and the little black house has been locked up for seven days, and they have all committed violations. Until now, they understood that they were still in a good mood, and it never occurred to them that these perverts actually saw each other for 24 hours.

“Do you know why I let you out? Breaking the rules is not a mistake in itself, Hell Valley is a great advocate for breaking the rules, but since breaking the rules requires the power to change the rules, or the wisdom not to be discovered, you unfortunately don't have either.” When the Scarface instructor laughed, it was like a demon, making people see the hair in their hearts: “If that's the case, there's a price to pay for breaking the rules, there's nothing to say. Who among you doesn't like it? Now come out and I'll give you a chance! ”

More than two dozen people looked at each other and obviously didn't dare to squeak.

Ordinary assistant professors are deep and unpredictable masters. I can't imagine how strong the instructors are. They do break the rules. Since the instructors can come out with precision, any cunning arguments are useless and can only have more serious consequences.

“Well, since you don't want a chance, it's my fault. ”

Instructor Scar smiled and let everyone in the room take a sip of the cold.