Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Jason Tansen, the bald man in the eyes of Song Fang and Brother Ji, spat. .1kanshu

The sticky phlegm fell on the dark mass pointed to by the toe, making a sizzling sound and being dried.

unlucky.

The child was covered by the dark stuff, and the fire could not reach him.

He also has another ability that can increase the temperature of a designated point within a certain range with himself as the center. The planet he is about to reach next is a place without life support system coverage. The methane concentration in the air at a certain altitude reaches 40%. This ability is much more practical than simply breathing fire.

As long as he uses this designated heating ability, he can make that kid into a teppanyaki, and under the alluring aroma of roasting human flesh, listen to his babbling screams, and enjoy dual senses. It must be very cool.

But specifying that heating consumes more of his "qi and blood" - the term he uses to describe the amount of energy his ability consumes - than breathing fire isn't that easy for him. Moreover, he had just breathed out fire, and there was even less energy and blood left in his body.

He had no reason to kill the child, so consuming these precious blood just for fun seemed a bit outweighing the gains.

When it comes to the death penalty roulette, there are still tough battles to be fought. Games are fun, but playing too much can harm your health.

So he kicked Caesar, ignored the dead Caesar and Song Fang who was protected by him, and turned back to his small package.

Some of the food was stained with blood. He thought for a moment and waved to the chicken whose mouth he had taken off.

"You...what do you want to do?" Brother Ji asked nervously.

Jason said kindly: "Don't be nervous, I'm just borrowing your vest."

Brother Ji clenched his fists. Then release, then tighten again.

Seeing Brother Ji's delay in moving, Jason smiled nonchalantly, picked up his clothes, and wiped the blood on the can.

Brother Ji gritted his teeth. Because of the force, the wound on his mouth that had just shown signs of healing burst open again, and the bright red blood was as hot as lava.

Caesar is dead.

That black fool, the sloth of the Iron Tree Clan, is dead.

Brother Ji felt that he should spit hard at the bald head, then rush up and beat him to death with a violent beating. This was certainly not about avenging Caesar, of course not. Caesar is just an ordinary little brother. When the eldest brother is in trouble, the younger brother rushes forward and uses his chest to block the knife for the eldest brother. Isn't this just and natural?

He was simply venting his anger because this bald man challenged his elder brother's status.

And to challenge his eldest brother's status is to send him to death.

Brother Chicken has heard a little bit about the planet he is about to arrive. There seemed to be ten prisons there, and every year they killed two of the prisoners to make room for new prisoners. If you want to survive, you have to show that you are strong enough and stronger and more eye-catching than the prisoners in the same batch. This way you are more likely to be picked by a stronger prison, and the greater the chance of survival.

He wants to survive. Even if everyone died, even if they died trying to save him, he didn't care, he just wanted to survive.

Step on other people's heads and eat other people's flesh to survive.

Then, such a person really appeared in front of him, stepping on other people's heads, eating other people's flesh, drinking other people's blood, but not for survival, just for fun.

How could he not hate, be surprised, or be afraid.

"Boss, here it is."

Bolases was shirtless and hunched over, offering his vest with a charming smile on his face.

Jason glanced at Borases, chuckled with a "You know what you know" expression, picked up Borases' vest, wiped the canned ham and other things clean, and then picked out the smallest piece of energy from the backpack The stick was thrown to Borases like a dog bone.

Borases thanked him profusely, grabbed the energy bar, and started biting into it before he even had time to tear open the wrapper.

His feet were soaked in Blue's blood, already dry and sticky.

Jason patted his head and asked him to clear a clean area for him to rest. Borases immediately followed the instructions and worked hard, vividly explaining what the most glorious labor is.

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Time must be slow or slow, fast or fast.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Fang was ready for a head-on conflict with Bald Jason. As long as Jason dares to take action against him, he will immediately suspend the strengthening of the sentinel factor and restore his mobility.

But surprisingly, Jason never found trouble with him again. Except for eating and sleeping, he sat in the clean area cleared by Polases and meditated. Those who didn't know it thought a foreign monk was here.

In this case, there is no need for Song Fang to suspend the transformation process of the Sentinel Factor.

In the past few days, Boraxes has been busy doing this and that for Jason. Even if Jason is too lazy to pay attention to him, he will try to do something to please Jason, such as tidying up the room and cleaning up the things discarded from the ventilation fan. The "supplies" that came down (in the eyes of normal people, the so-called supplies are no different from garbage and excrement), and then bullied Brother Chicken.

The reason why he bullied Brother Ji instead of Song Fang was because Song Fang couldn't speak yet, but Brother Ji could speak out. According to Borases, Jason felt pleasure from the screams of others.

Of course, he was beaten by Jason who was concentrating on concentrating his energy.

As for Brother Chicken? He removed Caesar's body from Song Fang. The two looked at each other for a long time, then Brother Ji looked away and placed Caesar comfortably in the corner.

"Boy, do you know that Caesar was killed by you?"

Brother Ji once said this softly in Song Fang's ear. As if this would make him forget the fact that Caesar took three punches from Jason for him.

Then he squatted down next to Song Fang, holding his head, and never said a word.

As early as the seventh day of the entire voyage, the water bladder and nutrient pump in Song Fang's abdomen were exhausted. Twelve hours later, the transformation process of the Sentinel Factor was automatically suspended due to lack of energy and stopped at the 70 level.

Then the eighth day, the ninth day. Although Song Fang could move, he still lay there, like Brother Ji, without eating or drinking.

All survival resources are occupied by Jason and Bolases, and the only thing they can eat is Caesar.

Although he was dead, there should still be some empty sacs in his body distributed under the still intact skin, and there should be water inside. The other person is already dead, so there is nothing wrong with eating his flesh.

But Song Fang and others didn't move.

Brother Ji, who kept shouting that Song Fang was his food reserve, didn't even look at Song Fang again.

Finally, the tenth day.

With a tremor, the spacecraft landed on the Death Wheel.