Wanjie takeaway

"Can't? Or, don't want to?"

Wei Dao smiled lightly and asked slowly.

The narrow escape fish thought for a while, seemed to shake his head, but without making a decision, threw an ice cream under his hair, swallowed it smoothly, and replied, "Both of them."

It paused, nodded and said, "It's all there."

Wei Dao asked again: "Are they going back to bring me something?"

Yu nodded: "Yes, there are a lot of things at home, but they are not very expensive. We can't live any longer. There is no way. If there is something really good, it won't fall into our hands. If we get it, I'm afraid if I can't keep it, I'm going to exterminate the clan."

It seemed that it suddenly learned about the complaint without a teacher, and said to Wei Dao a little angrily: "My lord doesn't know.

Those things bully us.

Relying on their backing, they run rampant and do all kinds of evil, bullying us.

We are the weakest and the least likable, they have all become habits, and it seems that they will not feel comfortable if they don't trouble us any day.Hateful.

If we get something good, they will come and grab it.

If we don't give them, they will beat them. It's a common practice to kill or injure them. None of us has never experienced it. "

Speaking of this, Yu paused, although the hair blocked it, its meaning was obvious, looked at Wei Dao, and said very seriously: "Your Excellency, don't worry about my fellow clansmen, we all came here this way, everyone You know, the precarious life of our family is also living day by day, day by day, and we don’t blame others when we die, it’s just that we are not strong enough.”

Its voice was very calm, and even the hoarseness in its throat gradually disappeared as it ate and became gentle: "Really, my lord, none of us in the whole family dare to blame you, and we are not as conscious as you are." The human beings in the world, a few people died, and the surroundings were dying.

It's just that a few people of the same race died, and they would die every day, but now the number is less, like last time, the number of people who died overnight is getting less and less.

What's more, without mentioning anything else, you were merciful and let me live. I didn't have time to repay the favor. If I dare to think of revenge, I will be struck by lightning that day, and I will die badly.

I found out that you are the god that Wu Ling predicted earlier, and I was going to report back. I thought, if you kill me on the spot, that is, when the message goes back, it will be more difficult. We will never repay the savior with kindness.

When the same race dies, it may be too late to react, but after the death of the same race, we will always feel that some important memory fragments will drift with the tide and return to the embrace of the clan one day.So, you can trust that we have no reason to blame you.

If we had known earlier that you were in the boat lured by the night, even if you were not our god, we would not have dared to do anything, you are too weak, as it should be.

If we don't have the good fortune to meet the gods, we will die if we deserve to die, and live if we can, and you killed us all that night, it's no big deal.

When our clan has many people, it is normal for hundreds or thousands of people to die at a time. "

It looks more like a human being, and it slowly brushes the hair blocking its front back behind its ears.

Only then did Wei Dao see what it looked like.

The eyes are sea blue, dark in the shadows and bright in the bright light. The look in Wei Dao's eyes is quite familiar to him. Many years ago, when Wei Dao had a lot of copies, he had a paintbrush in his hand, and the place where he wrote it was full of ink. But it came true, he drew his believers, and those believers looked at him with the same eyes as the one in front of him.

Perhaps, this is what they have in common?

If you are not sincere, you will not follow a god like him.

What's more, he was never a god.Although not human.

The fish's hair is still fluffy and long, with broken hair hanging on the forehead, and the cheeks are white and moist, inexplicably like a polished pearl.

The ears are somewhat pointed, with shiny scales growing on the tips, which are slightly blue, like scattered sequins.The eyes of the stars?

The lips are red and the teeth are white, the temples are green and the eyebrows are green, and the skin also has beautiful scales, with a faint light blue shimmer.

In fact, it's not completely healed, half of it is fine, and half of it is still rotten and you can vaguely see the bone marrow.

On the other side, the blood is black and red, the flesh is dark green, yellowish like pustules, pus, and viscous liquid drips from the wound.The smell is strong, as if just escaped from a dangerous situation.

It's not pretty, it's the same as Wei Dao's first impression, ugly and foul-smelling.

If they hadn't been punished by heaven, the fish school would probably look beautiful. Unfortunately, the impression of the surrounding groups on them is probably the same as the appearance of the other side of the body that has not recovered.A not-so-good-looking appearance will always inevitably lead to worse troubles.

If the two clans were to fight, the one with the better appearance would probably be captured after the defeat and continue to survive with a more intimate identity.

The side with the ugly appearance, after the defeat, could not escape quickly enough, so they could only be wiped out without exception. If there is a difference, it is the difference between dying quickly and dying slowly.

If it looks good, it is not good for the enemy to make fun of it.

If it is not good-looking, the righteous and stern condemnation of the enemy is clearly nonsense, and it can be regarded as a golden rule.

Name-calling, mocking, belittling, disgusting, repelling, what's not to like?

However, when they had a normal appearance, they did not receive preferential treatment, and there was not much difference between the front and the back, but it was much easier to accept from being hated and being hated more.

Thinking about those things and those enemies, the fish group only felt disgusted.

However, when they looked at Wei Dao, Wei Dao's aura would always be a little subtle and in tune with them, and they could clearly realize that Wei Dao was their kind and also the god they were looking for.

Their temperaments were peaceful at first, but after being punished by God, they became irritable for a period of time. The enemy's attacks and plunders made them exhausted, and they had to control themselves. Stiff, day by day, day by day.

It's bearable to be hungry and full, but how can it be so easy to bear the ubiquitous exclusion and disgust?

They can't bear it anymore, as long as they die.

However, after death, as memory fragments that are so impressive that they cannot be forgotten after death, they will also go to the memory of living members of the same race.At that time, what should the living fellows do?Suicide is not allowed.Supervise each other, control each other, help each other... kill each other.

Living is already such a painful thing. In the end, even the right to die has to be deprived. How can I live if I am treated like this by my fellow clansmen who get along with me day and night and completely empathize with him? !

If you can't commit suicide, then beg for death.

You can't survive, you can't die.

How happy are you?Don't be afraid of death!

Many people of the same race have died one after another. They are not allowed to seek death anymore. They can only live. They can't bear it anymore. They can't beat the enemy, so they can only attack themselves. But there is no medicine, and they want to die with all their heart. , dragging a seriously wounded and dying body to keep up with the clansmen, the body's rancid and bloody smell is getting bigger and bigger.

There is no escape.

The enemy is catching up.

dying.

Finally... Can I get relief?

Still not dead.

My whole body hurts, I can't open my eyes, I can't see anything, I can't hear the sound, the wound has suppurated long ago, and the disease is getting worse.

The new wound began to bleed.

Old wounds cannot scab over.

The blood coagulated, the flesh burst open, the temperature of the flame was approaching, and the smell of burnt meat aroused the gluttons.

Where is this meat from?

Where is this smell?

This is—the smell of burnt flesh, and also, the smell of food.

Almost starving.

However, he is not dead yet.

Those flames are used to stop bleeding and heal wounds, and indistinguishable medicines are used to cure diseases.

The enemy wants them to live, to avenge their own race, to find resources for their descendants, and to collect intelligence for soldiers.

They can't die so easily.

How painful?

In fact, the mind is not clear.

Half asleep, half awake, in a trance, suffering day after day, flesh and blood numb, skin covered with burns, and the bottom is a paradise for maggots and mosquitoes.

Inwardly, medicines and stones fail to work, sick bones relapse, old diseases recur, old injuries recur, past memories are like a revolving lantern, dangling in front of you.

I don't know when he died.

I don't know how long I lived.

Don't know if it's day or night outside.

I don't know how many people are still alive.

As for these memory fragments, I can't convince myself at all, it seems that I have forgotten all the memories of the past, only injuries, pain and drowsiness, the memory before death has always been the deepest, there is no suicide of the same family, but there are still deaths of the same family one after another.

Those who are alive are running for their lives, receiving memories, reminiscing about the past, dreaming and dying.

Those who are dying are waiting for death, looking forward to death, and feeling the pain, life is better than death.

The dead are erratic, confused and struggling, looking for living brethren in fatigue.

From generation to generation, from the past to the present, the memories of death are clear, and they are the most impressive. I am afraid that after death, those memories can still be passed down.

There are also living memories of the previous generation. In those more distant times, they also traveled all over the world and fought in all directions.

It's just that it's been too long, but it can't compare to those several urgent deaths, and the deep affection in death.

love.

Crazy.

greedy.

thirsty.

their affection for death.

However, until now, there has been no rule against suicide, and they still abide by this ancient rule.

It seems that the glory of the past is close at hand, and with a little effort, there is also a chance to revive the glory, congratulations from all directions, and all races come to court.

really-

A dream that brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it.