Chapter 15: Times 15

At the end of the incident, the original battle was on the boy, watching the two small pits dug by his hands on the ground, and satisfying and proclaiming the sovereignty of the mouth to bite on the neck of the teenager.
Severely hurt and shake.
There were a few loud voices coming from the side.
Strictly biased, he discovered that they were surrounded by several people watching them. None of these people are young fighters who seem to be about the size of the original battle, one by one and five big and three thick.
Someone talked with him in a hoarse voice: "When you fight, let's get down quickly, let me get it once, I will change it with twenty red dates." Then he eagerly reached out to touch the stern.
The original slap in the palm of the hand opened the thief. He doesn't want to change now, he doesn't want it at all.
The original mountain looked at the lower lip and asked directly: "Do we exchange?"
"Do not change, do not change anything." The original battle climbed from the teenager, and he touched his hand between the thighs, touched the blood of the hand, and immediately put people on his shoulders and pushed open the people who blocked the road. Left the square.
Seeing the original battle, the few people smacked him in his mouth, and surrounded the original mountain together.
The original mountain was rejected and not angry. Pulling up the mosquitoes, "Want to change them? Old rules, think, you will go, things are for you. Don't want to, let's go to the square to eat barbecue, you can have a full meal tonight. It is."
The mosquitoes hesitated. He was a little moved to the red dates, but he touched his buttocks. He decided to stay with his feet tonight.
The original battle took people back to the tent and found that their home was unexpectedly clean.
He thought that Caomachi was diligent, but he did not know that his slave had not been able to stand the strange smell of the tent and the insects and thick dust since he found that the leg bones were long. It took two days to clean up the tent.
Putting people on the bed and throwing them, the original war turned back to hang the tent curtain, and the sky was still bright, and there was no need to waste the torch.
Slightly squirming on the bed, flipping the body and letting himself face up.
"Master, please give me some big leaves, okay? Thank you." Strictly calm and authentic. He never abuses himself if he has the conditions. Being strong/violent, afterwards, I don’t want to raise my body to get back to the field, but I’m playing with self-abuse. It’s a stupid thing that only the IQ is negative.
The original battle went to him, kneeling on the haystack on one knee, and suddenly grabbed the juvenile's right leg, and then torn all the wooden planks he tied.
"Master?" The teenager made a sincere and fearful expression.
In the original battle, all the blades that covered the wound were opened, and the fingers slid gently over the intact skin. "Your legs are really good."
Slightly a little surprised, how did he see it? He is confident that he has absolutely no problem.
"If your legs haven't healed, your walking posture and expression will not be what I just saw." People who have also suffered serious leg injuries, even those who have been dragged down so far, are clear about this.
"Not to mention that when I do / you, you struggle with both legs."
Suddenly, he suddenly smiled. "Sorry, lack of experience. I will not be able to see you at the next time."
"Who are you?" The original hand held the boy's chest and his eyes fixed on him.
Whether to continue to flicker or to be slightly confessed, and seriously consider the various anomalies that he may show in the future. Before he leaves the nominal master, he would undoubtedly be a very difficult thing to marry this savvy boy.
With a joke, he said harshly: "I am God."
The original battle eyes slammed loudly.
"The messenger of..."
Looking at the youth's look, I was just about to make a big flicker. The original battle was moving!
Like a leopard who suddenly became angry, the young man pressed onto the boy and held his hand on the neck of the boy. His look was very fierce and low: "Shut up! If you don't talk, I will kill you!"
... How is this development different from what he imagined?
"I really are..."
"Hey!" The original battle actually slammed him.
Strictly beaten on the spot, his head blew for a long time before returning to normal. Strictly rub the rotten fur under your body, he will remember this pen!
The original battle did not reveal the hatred of the boy’s gaze, he did not care.
The slave will hate his master, which is a normal thing.
Killed by the hateful slave, it is only that the master is too useless, even his own slaves can not surrender.
He wanted to surrender the boy and let him be his slave in the future, but if he still didn't obey, he wouldn't mind slaughtering him to make winter bacon.
"You are not a messenger of God." The original battle grabbed the neck of the boy and was literally authentic.
"Hey!" Yan Mo was stunned and his face was red, and his hands wanted to open the hands of the youth.
But the hand is like a steel tongs. How can he push, pull, pull, and grab, and they will not move.
"Remember, let me hear you say something similar later, I will cut off your tongue!"
"Oh..." Strictly, you can't breathe, and your legs are desperately stepping on. Hands-on, or not?
kill him! Kill this who humiliated himself!
No, you can't kill, kill him, you can't live.
Then abolish him!
No, I can't be sure that the danger in the future is too great. This guy is abolished. He will be transferred to other people, and 20% will probably make his friends a reserve for his winter.
Listening to this bastard's tone is not to kill him, he has endured it now, if he rushes to shoot now, he will only expose his own roots. Killing this master can't guarantee that his next master will be a good master.
Well, this man saved him when he was seriously injured, so that he didn’t go to him when he couldn’t move, so he would look for someone to take care of him before he left, so he didn’t take himself. In exchange for food!
Kill him or abolish him, can you escape? Can you live outside? Can you... escape the punishment of the guide?
Strictly, you have to think clearly!
Young people who control the lives and deaths of young people are completely unaware that their lives have been living and falling in the fierce ideological struggle of some people.
The original war opened the hand and let the teenager breathe.
Severe inhalation is too urgent, breaking into the air, and immediately coughing around the neck, the whole person seems to be dying.
The original gaze swept across the legs of the juvenile, frowning, and the blood did not stop.
Suddenly coughing too badly, coupled with the shock to the back of the wound, the tears are uncomfortable.
"I, I am only joking..." Severely gasping, stuttering and changing his mouth.
"Maybe you are a disciple of the Yanshan priests, maybe you are not." The original war stroked the teenager's thighs with dirt and blood, and went up a little.
"I don't care who you are, you are just my slave now. Even if you are the messenger of God..." The original war revealed a sneer sneer, grabbing the young man's life, and tightening.
Severe pain and yell! The body slammed into shrimp.
"You are not now." The original war looked down and bit the boy's ear: "Unless you want to die."
"Why... why do you say this?" Strictly grasp the young, strong and hard arm, and tremble, he needs to know the reason.
The original war felt that the teenager should have remembered the lesson, let go of his hand, and pinched his face. "It is not uncommon to regain a good race. It is said that some of the gods of the temple and some of the tribes of the tribe can even bring everything back to life. The ability, but they do not dare to say that they are the messengers of God."
Severing his tears, he deeply felt that his current experience was worse than being thrown into the most chaotic prison. At least the doctors were still respected, and the average person would not easily provoke doctors.
"Do you know what the last person who claimed to be the messenger of God is?" The original battle grabbed the boy's face and lifted it up.
"How?" Will there be people with the same origins as him? Is the last person who claimed to be a messenger one of the reformers, or something else? Or is it simply a liar?
"The man appeared in another big tribe, the red clay family. No one knows where he came from. His skin is very white and white. He has the golden hair of the sun. His self-healing ability is much stronger than you, no matter how much he is. What hurts can grow well in a blink of an eye."
Extremely envious, but the envy of the next second became fear - he thought of the end of this person.

The man who claimed to the Red Earth tribe claimed to be the messenger of God. He came here to lead everyone to a better life. The priests of the Red Earth tribe questioned him. He challenged the priest and showed a few witchcrafts while watching the priests. Later, he said that it was chemistry and blindness, and repeated the priest's witchcraft. The priest asked him what ability to prove that he was the messenger of God, and that man showed his ability to heal.

The original war mentioned that he had a leg squatting and saw that he was still bleeding. He immediately snorted: "You are far worse than him. The red earth tribe priests and patriarchs think that the gods will only heal themselves and do not mean anything. They let the person go to the conquest. Their hostile tribes let him destroy the tribe in one day. The man said that he could not do it. He also expressed anger. The patriarchs and priests of the red clay tribe were barbarians. They did not respect the gods and said they wanted to leave. The red earth tribe went to other places."
The original battle suddenly sneered. "The man appeared to be like you, and it was almost winter."
Strict heart tightening, he dissatisfied with the man who claimed to be a god, but could not help but die of foxes.
"He wants to escape from the Red Earth tribe and is caught. The priest of the Red Earth tribe said that since he came from outside the sky, he has the ability to heal itself. It must be the best food given to the Red Earth tribe by God. In the whole winter, the red clay tribe except No slave has starved to death."
Fuck! Suddenly, I felt that my body hurts. This kind of nation that knows the world is the most terrible. They are not only ignorant and cruel, but also exclude all external forces and cultures, unless your force can completely suppress them and force them to change.
It’s better to wear a real primitive tribe, and it’s best not to understand anything. Although ignorant children are cruel, they can paint as much as white paper and are especially good at ignoring and mastering.
"Is he dead?" The boy whispered and asked.
"Dead. Because after a winter, the man is still alive, the priests of the Red Earth tribe feel fear, and they cook all the rest of the day, the meat is eaten, the bones are ground into powder, and the powder is made. I heard that. The powder made from the bones of that person is especially magical. No matter how many injuries, it will be fine."
It’s a waste. If it’s him, he will make that person alive. This is a good research material. As long as the nutrition can keep up, there will be endless blood, flesh, internal organs, bone marrow, etc. If he is in his hands With such a high-quality research material, it is not so hard to replace body parts for those who have the right to have money, and maybe develop some new drugs to treat cancer. Oh, unfortunately!
The devil’s thoughtful face was scared and questioned:
How do you know these things?

"We have contacts with the Red Earth tribe. Before the winter, the nearby tribes will hold the biggest and annual final transaction in the rocky beach. You will see them on that day. The bone powder can also be exchanged, but it is very expensive." The original battle screwed the teenager's face. "Do you still dare to say that you are the messenger of God?"
Shaking his head in a firm and firm manner, "I just said indiscriminately, I just don't want to be a slave, I... it hurts you, oh." Tears flowed out.
The original war smirked and patted his face. "Don't pretend, you are not a weak lamb. If I can't even feel the murderousness and hatred of me, I will die into bacon." Obey the words, first give me a few years, wait for you to become a third-level fighter, beat me, I will let you go."
The tears stopped quickly. Since the other party has already seen his nature, he is too lazy to reload, and acting can be alive.
The original war raised his legs and looked at it. "Hey, you are still kind enough to say that you are the messenger of God. How are your still bleeding?"
Strictly, "..."
When the night comes, when the original tribes are surrounded by more than twenty fires on the square, when they ate fresh meat and eat it, they lie silently in the tent.
In the original battle, I grabbed half a roast mutton and opened the tent. I sat next to the boy. "Eat?"
I just saw blood flowing into the river. Didn't you see it? Let me eat roast lamb now, do you want to kill me or want to kill me?
In the original battle, the oily big hand raised a teenager's leg and looked at it there. "It's okay, it doesn't bleed, and the wild grass that is called the big is still useful."
After that, the age is young, the appearance and body shape for the youth's original battle bite a piece of barbecue, while chewing and slightly disgusting the tunnel: "You are too useless, so you still say that you are God, what did God pull?"
"Ha ha."
"You Do not laugh, make me particularly wanted to hit you." Former war seriously said, a tear flesh Sise to juvenile mouth, "You can not nothing to eat, next time think of to eat, we should wait until next year Spring. I only found one kind of herbal medicine that you painted. There are two kinds of things I looked at, and I also dug it back. I brought back some bugs. You don’t know it yourself."
Slightly mentioned a little bit of interest, chewing on the pork to look at the youth, "Where?" He did not spit out the pork, fissure is better than starvation.
The original war tore a piece of meat to feed him. "With other harvests, we also took some fruits that we had eaten before. I will wait until the priests check it out and feel useless. I will get it back."
"... Are you really curious about my origins?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Do you say that?" The original battle frowned, reaching out to use his left thigh. "I am not interested in listening to you."
You really know me.
"What's wrong with your legs?" Strictly, he didn't want to ask at all, but he saw it and said that the guide also saw it. If he dared not ask, he might understand what it is.
The original battle was about to explain, suddenly shut up and looked up at the tent.
"War! The chieftain and the priests let you go." The young warrior who asked for a strict exchange with the red dates appeared at the tent. He glanced at the sternness lying on the bed and added: "They let you Take your slaves too."