Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The heart of the leaf is as hot as soaking in a pan of oil.

But the brain seemed to be stuffed with ice, stinging and calm.

The shiny little people found on the murals in the cave seemed to be jumping around in front of his eyes, giving him advice.

Soon, these shining little people gathered together to look like a brother.

"Yezi, we are rat people, and we are destined not to be as strong as the warriors of the clan."

My brother said, "What's more, even if we exercise a hundred times the brute force, how many clan warriors can we defeat-five, ten, or twenty?

"Unable to use the power of totem, the power of flesh and blood is limited after all.

"But as long as we learn to use our brains, the power of wisdom is infinite."

My brother was right.

The leaves crawl in the rancid sewage, quietly observing and thinking.

He remembered a dangerous game that teenagers often played in Banshan Village.

In each round of fruiting of each datura tree, there is always a fruit that is particularly plump, sweet and juicy.

Moreover, the appearance is golden and beautiful.

Such "golden fruits" usually grow on the top of the tree crown.

The teenagers like to give an order and sprint towards the top of the canopy at the same time to see who can pick the golden fruit first.

Leaf is the constant victor in this game.

But his secret is not how fast he is, how agile he is, or how powerful he is.

——Although the proverb of the Turan people does not have the phrase "a tree is as beautiful as the forest, the wind will destroy it", but Ye Zi also knows that if he is particularly bright from the beginning, others will target him, push him, and pull him He, as he climbed, clung to his ankles.

Think calmly and observe carefully.

These two things are always more important than speed and strength.

Soon, the chaotic scene of you scrambling for each other gradually became clear in Ye Zi's eyes.

That's right, almost all the red-eyed rat people are bigger than him, and they seem to be proficient in various killing techniques.

Because of this, they didn't pay attention to the little thing called Ye Zi.

They were still staring at each other.

And among the newcomers, the strongest and most murderous dangerous elements.

In order to compete for the fried mandala fruit, they howled like beasts and clung to each other.

Because the space was too small, there was no room for them to use their moves. They could only use the simplest and most brutal methods, scratching, kicking, and biting each other.

The bite caused the head to bleed, the bite caused the bones to break, and the bite caused the intestines to rot.

Although the combat effectiveness cannot be compared with that of the Bloodhoof Warrior.

But the murderous aura bred from the deepest part of darkness is even worse.

Ye Zi saw several big guys, all of them were besieged by four or five rat people, and they were quickly bitten and bruised all over, and they withdrew from the competition.

I also saw a few rat people with scars overlapping their bodies and a very cold breath, and successfully caught a few fried mandala fruits.

They retreated cautiously to the corner, squatted against the wall, and while devouring, they were vigilant about their surroundings. For the time being, they would not join the fight again.

I also saw that several fried mandala fruits fell into the sewage, and were salvaged by seventy or eighty claws, but they were sinking and floating in the sewage, and they were not fished out for a long time.

It is a thankless and stupid thing to fight for such fried mandala fruit, and the leaves will not do it!

He observed the entire cage very patiently, and finally locked his target.

They were two Ratmen who were about the same size and fought evenly.

One of them had already grabbed a fried Datura fruit in his hand, and desperately put it in his mouth.

The other person grabbed his wrist tightly, and pressed his hard forehead against his mouth, trying to grab the fried mandala fruit.

They are inseparable like conjoined twins.

You have to fight until you lose both sides.

"That's them."

Leaf narrowed her eyes and sneaked through the sewage without making a sound.

The shining little person in his mind turned into flashing lines and arrows, scurrying in his body.

Unknowingly, it changed his flesh and bones.

The unthinkable happened.

The bones of the leaf seemed to dissolve completely, and the whole person became extremely soft.

Obviously all the rat people hugged together, like a big solid mountain of meat.

Inside the meat mountain, there were punches and kicks, knees and teeth colliding fiercely.

The leaves easily squeezed in through the cracks.

Even if he was hit hard by the seemingly fierce elbows and knees.

His vital parts will also sag inward like a conditioned reflex at the very moment.

Just like that, Ye Zi stretched freely and sneaked up to the two rat people who were confronting each other.

He reached out from under the sewage.

The arm seemed to have no joints, and soon exceeded the limit of length.

Even like a real boa constrictor, it turned three or five turns, and bent to an angle that no one expected.

The surroundings were extremely chaotic, and everyone focused on the fried mandala fruit and each other's red eyeballs.

No one noticed that this unattractive little guy was actually fishing in troubled waters.

"It's now!"

Ye Zi suddenly opened his eyes wide, his shoulders sank, and from the sewage, he slammed into the legs of the red-eyed ratman who was holding on to the fried mandala fruit.

The red-eyed mouseman didn't expect that there would be a sneak attack in the sewage, so he was caught off guard and fell backwards.

He still couldn't bear to let go.

But the "old enemy" on the opposite side has already pounced.

More red-eyed rat people scrambled to be the first, layer upon layer, pressing the two at the bottom.

But they were all in vain.

At the moment when the red-eyed rat people finally let go.

Leaf's right arm, which was longer than the elephant's trunk, actually extended the distance by half an arm again, and caught the fried mandala fruit just right!

"It's here!"

The leaves are ecstatic.

Hastily let the flashing lines and arrows in the body flow in the opposite direction, trying to retract the arm.

but--

His "ability" is, after all, a beginner's practice, no one teaches it, and it doesn't work from time to time.

He was also hungry and bruised, which seriously affected his performance.

Although successfully retracted the arm.

The speed is slightly slower.

Let other red-eyed rat people find out——

"This kid grabbed something to eat!"

Dozens of red-eyed rat people who didn't grab the food all cast half hungry and half angry eyes on Ye Zi.

Although others have unfinished fried mandala fruit.

But this little one is obviously the easiest target to attack.

Ye Zi's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

He held the fried mandala fruit, buried his head in it greedily, and took a deep breath.

The chubby mother appeared in front of him again, holding a large dustpan of fried mandala fruit sticks, smiling and looking at him.

"Eat, Ye Zi." Mom said with a smile.

"Eat, Ye Zi." My brother said with a smile.

"Oh, the fried mandala fruit sticks made by Ye Zi's mother are getting more and more delicious!" An Jia, with her bulging cheeks, stared at her big round eyes and said vaguely.

Ye Zi broke his heart.

Exhausting all his strength, he jumped back heavily, and jumped back to the corner, next to the black-haired and black-eyed corpse.

never mind.

Just one more bite of the fried datura fruit that mom made with her own hands.

Even if he died of the plague and turned into a lump of mud in the depths of the dungeon.

He doesn't care about anything.

The red-eyed rat people probably did not dare to go forward to snatch it because of the severity of the plague.

But the look in their eyes became extraordinarily strange.

It's like a good show is about to be staged, full of exciting expectations.

"Look, another idiot has taken the bait!"

"Now I can finally know whether he is dead or not!"

"I bet he must be dead. He has been motionless for a whole day!"

"I didn't move, I didn't pant, and my heart stopped beating!"

"No, it's not the same as the previous few times? He must still be alive!"

"Impossible, come, come, what are you betting on?"

"I bet a fried mandala fruit!"

"Two, I bet two!"

The red-eyed rat people are gearing up, full of enthusiasm.

Ye Zi couldn't understand what they were talking about.

I only heard the word "gambling".

And found that these malicious guys, looking over his shoulders, gathered behind him in the dark corner.

Their gazes were exactly the same as those of the bloodhoof warriors whether the Rat Gambler captives could successfully ford the Bison River.

Behind Ye Zi, it was still as dead as a tomb.

But the shining little person inside him clearly sensed the extremely faint ripples in the sewage.

All the flashing lines and arrows are like a rabbit that has encountered a beast and is frightened, curled up in a ball, trembling.

Leaf hasn't reacted yet.

He was knocked to the ground by a strange force behind him.

It was that horrible corpse!

No, this black-haired, black-eyed, bruised, extremely ugly guy is not dead yet!

The thin arm that looked like a scorched branch was terrifyingly strong, and with only one hand, it controlled half of Ye Zi's body.

The heart that was silent like a rock just now is like a war drum beating wildly at this moment, thump, thump, thump, trembling Ye Zi's heart.

The skin that was as cold as a lizard before was also rolling with magma-like heat.

That pair of black eyes, which looked like a starless night without the slightest wave or gleam, were even more like a volcanic eruption, spewing out enough light to burn everything.

Ye Zi felt that the black-haired rat people in front of him were more terrifying than the horn-snapped bull-headed warriors who had entered the "totem madness".

The gap between the two sides is too great.

The fried mandala fruit that Ye Zi worked so hard to get was snatched away by the black-haired rat people in an instant.

Many onlookers had already expected this scene.

But he still laughed, overjoyed.

They applauded and cheered loudly for the black-haired rat people's camouflage skills and instant explosive ability.

"Sure enough, he's not dead yet!"

"He really can't die!"

"After eating this fried mandala fruit, I bet this dumb man can live for another three days!"

"Three days? Then you will definitely lose. He can live for at least another five days. I bet five days!"

"If there is another foolish boy who puts the mandala fruit in his mouth, he can last for ten days. Even if we all die, he may not die!"

"This guy is so interesting, so interesting!"