In fast time travel, there are always bosses who fall in love with me at first sight

Seeing the light again, it was already a night, and the thin man was still standing timidly not far away. He didn't dare to get close to 520. He glanced at the earthen pot at his feet and knew that 520 hadn't eaten, but he didn't dare Force 520 or get angry.

His face turned pale, and his thin body seemed to be trembling in fear. After a while, under 520's calm gaze, he finally couldn't help squatting down and crying.

He was too weak, even when he was crying, he was crying very softly, covering his mouth and not daring to make any unnecessary noises.

520: "..." It made him seem like he was bullying someone.

"Don't cry." Seeing that he was crying non-stop, 520 couldn't help but speak.

I didn't eat or drink a little water all day and night, and the 520's voice was so hoarse.

His eyes deepened, and 520 licked his lips helplessly. It wasn't that he didn't want to eat, as long as he wanted, he could buy all kinds of delicacies from the system mall. Passing across a small black dot in the upper right corner of the roof, he clenched his palm tightly.

...Damn it, Primordial Planet doesn't know how that guy did it, but he even made a monitoring device!

They kidnapped him from the Qing Tribe, threw him into a tree house with surveillance cameras without saying a word, and arranged for a man who looked weak but had a strange aura to 'take care' of him.

Thinking about it, 520 couldn't even figure out what he wanted to do!

The thin man didn't seem to expect that 520 would suddenly talk to him, so he hiccupped in fright, and looked straight at 520, his eyes were rare and silly, realizing something, he suddenly lowered his head and didn't dare to look at 520, from cheek to His neck was red, and his voice was shy: "I, I didn't cry to show you on purpose, I'm really, really a little scared."

520 paused and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

The other party did not speak again, and after a while, a muffled voice sounded in the tree house: "I am afraid, I am afraid that God will use the divine whip to whip me. Walking on the fire for a day and a night, only in this way can we purify our filthy souls, and God the Father will rain down on us again to show our forgiveness."

While saying these words, the thin man was shaking all the time. He looked terrified. It seemed that no matter how sacred and tall he said, after being tortured by that envoy, he would lose his skin if he didn't die. No matter how much he respected the envoy Limited, more probably fear.

There were indeed burn marks on his ankle, and he was limping all the time when he walked, which was unexpected.

"I am a priest of the Qing Tribe. The person who arrested me should have told you that I was raised by the previous priest since I was a child. It stands to reason that I should also be the messenger of God, but I have never heard Father God say that after making a mistake You have to walk on the fire for a day and a night to get the forgiveness of the Father God. The Father God is tolerant and powerful. He protects his people and never cares about small things. Are you sure that your messenger is the Father God's messenger, not a demon? villains?"

520's clear and indifferent voice sounded in the tree house, transparently carrying a hint of sarcasm.

The thin man was startled for a moment, and then stood up excitedly, "You are talking nonsense! That is our envoy. He obeyed the command of the Father God and came to the Yu Clan to bring us prosperity. All the members of the Yu Clan thank him. He is Angel, how could it be a villain!"

520 didn't care about his reaction, and still asked calmly: "Then tell me what he has done for you since he appeared in Yuzu, and why does he have the honorable and sacred status of envoy?"

The thin man was choked by the question, he opened his mouth, his shoulders suddenly drooped, he looked at 520 helplessly and confused, he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

520 sneered: "Now that I understand, you still say he is an envoy of God and not a villain?"

There is only one way for those interstellar people to win the game, to unify all primitive tribes. On this planet where the strong are respected, the other four anchors except Bai Zheng are all committed to developing force.

No matter what the tribe eats and drinks, they are busy making weapons every day. They dream of conquering the country, which has made several large and medium-sized tribes into a mess, just like Fang Muer's Haiyan tribe, so what if they find iron ore? Can they strike iron? , Can you smelt, guarding the rich sea resources and still hungry, have the energy to busy mining ore, not looking for food for the winter, what do you think?

520 is not clear about the situation of the Yu clan, and they can't escape this routine anyway.

The thin man froze completely. He was caught by 520's words, and his clenched fists showed his restless heart.

Just as 520 was stroking his hungry belly and scolding his mother, and the thin man lowered his head and wondered what he was thinking about, the door was suddenly pushed open vigorously.

The bone-piercing cold wind rushed in, and 520 looked up in displeasure.

In the glaring white light, the man who walked in had a strong physique, his bronze skin was covered with brown animal fur, and his muscles were attached to his body, like armor, which made people feel terrified. However, his appearance was different from his rough physique. , Qingjun is a bit outrageous!

"Zheng..."

520 called out a name subconsciously, and his dazed gaze woke up when he met the man's suddenly gloomy and deep eyes.

He was completely dumbfounded.

Fuck!Who will tell him why this brawny man is seven points like his man!

"God messenger!"

The emaciated man Peng knelt down tremblingly, interrupting the weird scene where 520 and the bronze-skinned man's eyes were facing each other.

520's pupils shrank, and he clenched his fists. His voice was astringent, and his mood was somewhat complicated. "Are you the one who took me captive, or are you the envoy of the Yu clan?"

The bronze-skinned man seemed to dislike him just by looking at him. He ignored 520's words, turned his eyes to the thin man at his feet, and suddenly kicked him to the side violently.

The thin man fell to one side overwhelmed by the burden, and coughed out a mouthful of bright red blood, "cough cough cough cough, my lord, I was wrong, my lord, I was wrong!"

All he knew was that he kowtowed in horror and moved mechanically, his scalp was scratched and he was bleeding all the time, but he still wanted to feel no pain.

He thought that his obedience would soften the man's heart, but the man didn't even look at him, who was as humble as a straw. He found a whip from nowhere, and it hit the thin man's back louder than once.

"I was wrong, God sent you to bypass me, I was wrong, I dare not do it again, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

The thin man's broken voice was like worn out sandpaper, accompanied by the sound of bloody whips, it made 520 feel sick and want to vomit.

"Stop!" he shouted.

The other party didn't listen, and continued to beat the thin and weak man. The thin and weak man was covered in blood, and he had no strength in the pool of blood, but his weak begging for mercy could still be heard.

520 picked up the earthen pot at his feet and smashed it next to the bronze-skinned man, roaring, "I said stop hitting!"

"Ah."

The man let out a sarcasm, but he really stopped whipping the thin man, his voice was emotionless, "I asked him to take care of you, but he made you unable to eat a meal, what else is there for you? Use it, Father God likes this kind of fresh and tender flesh and blood the most, if you make him unable to become Father God's pet, he will take your anger out on you."

520 opened his mouth: "...I think you are crazy." You are still crazy, and the mental hospital is the most suitable for you!

The man stared fixedly at 520 with deep eyes, suddenly smiled evilly, and walked in step by step.

520 stepped back vigilantly, it is best not to provoke neuropathy, the brain circuit of this kind of person is not something ordinary people can understand.

"I've been wondering why my good brother has taken a fancy to you," the man suddenly grabbed 520's neck, 520 struggled and couldn't breathe, but he slowly and abnormally waited for the admiration to be enough to let go of his struggle, Ignoring 520's frightened eyes, he continued indifferently, "It seems that a face still has some merits. He likes you so much, I'm afraid you are enough to please him on the bed. Isn't it very nice for a family of sacrificial females to bend down under a man?" Cool?"

520: "..." You are paralyzed!

Damn, this man turned out to be his brother?Fuck, God, can this joke be made bigger?

How does this man's shit look match his man's genes, and this fake and shoddy face with seven images, can he be disfigured immediately?

He didn't speak, and the man didn't seem to want an answer from him.

Before leaving, the man's gloomy eyes fell on the thin man who collapsed beside him like a dead dog, and his voice was cold: "It's no use anymore, I'll tear you up for dinner!"

The body of the thin man prostrated on the ground trembled.

520:"……"

As soon as the man left, before 520 said anything, the thin man began to cry again, crying softly for a while, as if he couldn't hold back, and then burst into tears, as if he wanted to vent all the fear in his heart.

520's voice was finally no longer so cold, "Okay, he's gone, don't cry, crying won't solve anything."

The thin man didn't listen, and continued to cry for half an hour. 520 felt that he was about to cry all the water out of his body, but he finally stopped crying.

He stood up with difficulty, his whole body was stained red with blood, like a skeleton falling apart at any time, it was really unbearable to look at.

520 thought for a while, and said with complicated eyes: "Someone will definitely rescue me out, if you want when I leave, I can take you away."

The thin man froze for a moment, lowered his head, just when 520 thought he still couldn't speak, he took a deep look at 520, and then staggered away.

Blocked by the bright light, 520 pursed his lips, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

The next day, it was still a thin man who gave him a crock pot. 520 took a look and didn't eat it.

The third day continued the steps of the previous two days. Although 520 felt sorry for the thin man, he still didn't eat.

The skinny man failed to make 520 drink a drop of water for three consecutive days, so he was severely whipped three times by the bronze-colored prostrate man in front of 520, bloody every time, and even bright red blood flowed to 520's feet once.

520 just retracted his feet, looked up at the roof and sighed, "I am so cold-blooded."

On the fourth day, the bronze man didn't come, and the thin man rushed into the tree house where 520 was closed with a crock pot in his arms. He kept looking back eagerly, as if there was some terrible devil behind him.

He said very fast, "I'll help you escape, don't forget what you promised me!"

He hasn't eaten a single grain of rice in three days, and 520 is also exhausted from hunger. He gave the thin man a weary look: "I will do what I say."