Longevity starts with strengthening the internal organs

A gathering place for refugees.

A large pot was steaming, and the alluring aroma filled the air, making the eyes of the refugees standing aside glow green.

Most of the refugees standing by the pot were men. Although they were not physically strong, they had some blood on their faces and their eyes were brighter. They were completely different from the dying refugees.

However, although these men were salivating at the moment, none of them dared to move. Instead, they looked at one person with fearful eyes from time to time.

This is a man with scars on his face and cold eyes.

There was a short knife hanging on his waist. Although it was a little rusty, the sharp blade still told people that it was a murderous weapon.

At this moment, the scarred man was holding a dry food bag and eating it hungrily.

Because he ate too quickly, some residue fell from the corner of his mouth from time to time.

Many refugees' eyes were on fire when they saw this.

You must know that many of them have not eaten real food for a long, long time.

They will not let go of bark, grass roots, and even algae in puddles, as long as they can enter their mouth.

So you can imagine how they felt when they saw this scarred man eating noodles openly and even wasting them on purpose.

But the scarred man didn't care about this at all. After eating another piece of bread, he sighed with satisfaction, stood up, shook off the residue on his body, and then came to the stove.

Here lies a man.

A scrawny woman.

It's just that at this moment, the woman's face has been completely disfigured, and her body is covered with scars.

But even so, the woman still did not die, but stared at the sky with a pair of lifeless eyes.

Seeing this scene, the scarred man laughed ferociously, raised his leg and kicked the woman.

"Damn, it's pretty cool. You're so good and you can't stop breathing. I don't know what you're waiting for. Maybe you want to taste the broth, hahahaha!"

At the end of the sentence, the scarred man couldn't help laughing, and seemed to be very happy with his sense of humor.

The woman didn't speak. In fact, she couldn't open her mouth at all now.

Only one tear slowly seeped out of the corner of his eye and fell silently.

At this time, the scarred man became more and more crazy. He reached out and picked up the horse spoon in the pot and took a spoonful of hot soup.

"Come on, don't you want to eat? Then I'll feed you a taste."

As he spoke, he held a horse spoon and poured the hot soup into the woman's mouth.

At this moment, an arrow passed by and nailed his arm.

The horse spoon fell to the ground, and the soup spilled all over the floor.

The scarred man folded his arms and roared in pain.

"who?"

"The person who wants your life!"

Along with an extremely cold voice, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

The scarred man's pupils shrank instantly because he felt the boiling blood in this man's body.

"Quick, rush forward and kill him!"

The scarred man immediately yelled and commanded the refugees to rush forward, while he turned around and ran away.

But how could Zhao Ya let him go?

He raised his knife and slashed across it. Wherever he passed, these people were neatly harvested like ears of wheat under a sickle.

Without any hindrance at all, he rushed up to the scarred man and slashed across him with his knife at an angle.

The scarred man, who was running at full speed, suddenly felt his legs light up, and then his whole body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Looking back, I saw my two legs standing straight in front of me.

Only then did the scarred man realize that his legs had been severed, and he couldn't help but roar in pain again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Even so, his only remaining hand still quietly held the short knife at his waist, planning to launch a surprise attack when the man in black came closer.

But soon his plan came to nothing.

How could he hide this trick from Zhao Ya? Zhao Ya kicked him in the arm and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

Then Zhao Ya reached out and grabbed his arm, twisting it violently.

With a crackling sound, the scarred man's arm was twisted off by Zhao Ya.

The scarred man almost fainted from the pain.

But the anger in Zhao Ya's heart still hadn't been vented.

He had witnessed the scene just now with his own eyes, especially the tragic situation of the woman, which shocked Zhao Ya even more.

Therefore, Zhao Ya would not be polite at all to the instigator.

"Is the pancake just delicious?" Zhao Ya asked coldly.

Only then did the scarred man understand why this murderous god suddenly appeared, and his heart couldn't help but be filled with regret.

If he knew this would be the result, he would never touch that woman.

But the matter is now over, it's too late to say anything.

The scarred man was also aroused, and he grinned.

"It's delicious, it's absolutely delicious, but it's a pity that no matter how delicious it is, it's not as delicious as the meat!"

After saying that, the scarred man looked at Zhao Ya with provocative eyes, hoping to anger this man and make him kill him quickly.

Sure enough, the scarred man noticed the flash of anger in the eyes of the man in black in front of him.

But this look of anger was quickly hidden, and then Zhao Ya laughed.

"It seems you like eating meat very much!"

"That's right, I especially like to eat meat. I've eaten no less than 20 or 30 of them during this period. The taste... tsk tsk, it's even more delicious than mutton."

Zhao Ya nodded, "In this case, I will let you eat as much as you like!"

As he said this, Zhao Ya picked up the big pot on the stove and came to the scarred man.

"You...what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? Don't you want to eat meat? I will feed it to you now!"

As he spoke, Zhao Ya began to pour hot soup on the scarred man's body.

The scarred man roared in pain. At first he cursed Zhao Ya loudly, then turned into a soft plea, but soon he was speechless and could only moan unconsciously.

After the fall was over, the man with the scar was already dead.

Zhao Ya threw away the pot in his hand, turned around and came to the woman's side.

At this time, the woman was still breathing weakly, especially when she saw Zhao Ya's figure, her eyes seemed to brighten a little.

Zhao Ya was silent for a moment and said slowly: "The person who killed your child is dead."

The woman suddenly became excited, her throat made a roaring sound, and her tears kept flowing.

Zhao Ya understood what the woman meant, she wanted to be free.

So Zhao Ya nodded.

"Close your eyes!"

The woman closed her eyes as instructed, and Zhao Ya stabbed her throat with a knife.

The woman stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she was smiling.

Zhao Ya drew his sword and turned around to look at the other refugees.

Wherever he looked, no one dared to raise his head.

The tragic death of the scarred man just now had completely frightened the courage of these people.

Zhao Ya originally thought that in anger he would wipe out all the people present, but looking at these skinny people with injuries all over their bodies, Zhao Ya suddenly felt lost.