Vol 2 Chapter 7870: Penalty three cups

But when Feng Tianxing saw the situation inside, his heart suddenly became sour.
In the space where the human race lives, there are all kinds of rotten odors, and the deep underground without sunlight is full of caves that have been excavated by various beasts.
Now there are only a few footsteps in the empty space, and the number of people is really pitiful.
What they talked about the most was how to survive this cold winter.
Because of Feng Tianxing's punctual patrols, they didn't get enough food, and with the reduction of manpower, everyone looked sad.
Feng Tianxing did not expect that he only came out for ten days a month, and he almost became the last straw that crushed this local human race.
Today, the situation of the human race is still critical.
"Fengming, come here, I have something to tell you."
Feng Tianxing accurately captured this news, and followed the bug all the way, listening to the discussion between the two of them, he felt extremely bitter.
"Fengming, there is no one else here. I, the old man, will tell you the truth."
"We only have enough food for a month, and if we don't have other sources of food, half of the people will starve to death this year."
"I don't want such a thing to happen to us, but there's nothing we can do. The demons always come to patrol, which makes us miss several hunting opportunities. It's also a fate."
Feng Tianxing's voice was already familiar to Feng Tianxing, it was the boy he met today. "Uncle, don't worry, even in the middle of winter, I still have a way to find food, but the way may be a bit more dangerous. You didn't agree with my method before. At that time, we had better choices. Now there are none, I can only fight like this.
once. "
The old man's voice suddenly grew old.
"Fengming, you have grown up, alas, it's a pity, if there were a few dharmas of practice left, it would not have reached this stage of the field."
"It's all our ancestors' fault for fleeing too much."
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Hearing this, Feng Tianxing knew where the problem was, and the human race's inheritance of immortal cultivation had been broken.
Without inheriting the inheritance of the immortals, after all, the human race is just a hunter who is a little smarter than the beasts.
This advantage was infinitely reduced in value after the demons possessed intelligence.
Falling into the current disadvantage is also in the process of cleaning up.
After thinking for a while, although Feng Tianxing was not sure what kind of plan this young Fengming would have, he probably guessed that this trip would be difficult to complete.
He took out a Xumi ring, which contained the food that Feng Tianxing had prepared for them early in the morning.
Putting the Xumi ring on the ground, Feng Tianxing thought about it again, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a paragraph on it.
"Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement."
This sentence is not only an encouragement to Feng Ming, but also a proof of the origin of this Sumeru ring.
At least the demons wouldn't say such a thing. As Feng Tianxing's thoughts gradually became clear, he left a few basic practice methods that he secretly recorded. After finishing all this, Feng Tianxing reached out and knocked on the stone here, and a crisp sound broken inside
Human noise.
After doing all this, Feng Tianxing turned around and left.
This time he saw the human race, but it was the scene he least wanted to see.
The severance of inheritance means that at a certain moment, the ancestors of these people gave up the opportunity to stand on the top of the world again.
Don't pay attention to your own heritage and give up such a future with infinite possibilities.
Either it is because of the current cowardice, or it is really heartbroken.
No matter which one, it will definitely leave a deep imprint on the human race today.
These human races are no longer the human races that Feng Tianxing imagined, and they can respond to his call at any time.
But for the sake of the present life, just get by.
It is obviously impossible to rely on these people to stand on the top of the world again. At least, they have to change their minds from the depths of their hearts.
This requires an opportunity, an opportunity for Feng Tianxing to influence their thoughts.
"Well, I don't have to choose now, and I don't need to."
Feng Tianxing, who flew to the Demon Realm again, felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
A mess may already be the last mess of the human race. Giving up may be the demise of the human race. If you persist, there is still a glimmer of hope.
After Feng Tianxing left, Feng Ming left the hiding place, saw the note pressed to the ground by Xumi's ring, looked at the wild handwriting on it, and was stunned for a long time.
Reading Feng Tianxing's words over and over again, the fire in Feng Ming's heart grew bigger and hotter.
It seems that there is something deep in the blood that is slowly waking up.
It's just that he can't open this thing temporarily.
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After presenting the Xumi ring, Feng Tianxing returned to the Demon Clan's camp and met Jiang in a wine shop.
Jiang was very surprised, and asked Feng Tianxing while inviting him to take a seat.
"Don't you have to stay outside for ten days before you come back? Why is it so fast this time?"
Feng Tianxing shook his head, not intending to bring up this topic, he turned to look at the enchanting dancing woman of the Demon Race, a wry smile welled up in his heart.
"It's really lively here."
Feng Tianxing sighed with emotion, which made Jiang dumbfounded. What was the situation?
It was rare for Jiang to see such a complicated look on Feng Tianxing's face, it seemed that he had a bit of nostalgia, and a bit of reverence and yearning, and he deeply rejected everything in front of him.
The Demon Race, who had lived with him for half a year, seemed to have become a stranger at this moment.
"Forget it, why think so much, this will cover my thighs in the future."
Hanging on Feng Tianxing's shoulder, Jiang Gao raised the wine glass in his hand.
"Come on, you are late today, you have to punish yourself with four cups first. Feng, how do you think I learned the words from the master?"
Feng Tianxing shook his head with a wry smile.
"Wrong, not four times, but three cups."
"Oh? What else is there to pay attention to? Feng, if you are willing to tell me about it, these three cups are fine. I know you don't like drinking these things."
"Because, counting starts with one, and finally becomes three with ten. Three is the most perfect number among humans and can represent many meanings. Punishing yourself three cups is a sincere admission of your fault for being late."
After Jiang heard these words, he lowered his head and thought for a while, and it took him a long time to think about it.
"Is that the rules of the human race?"
Feng Tianxing nodded slightly.
Jiang Haha laughed and placed three cups directly.
"Okay, I've learned it today, I'll show it off to my master when I look back. I'm not surprised this time, and he's speechless."