Laba porridge was sent into the mouth of the Black Priest, and the warm and dense smell with the fragrance of cereals instantly filled his entire mouth.

The Black Priest's expression was still so dull, but above that dull expression, there was a mist condensing in his one-eye.

Spoonful after spoonful of laba porridge was fed to the black priest by Chen Shiyin, and the black priest's swallowing began to become less mechanical, and a tear slowly flowed from his single eye.

Tears dripped down the spoon, adding some saltiness to the original porridge, but the black priest ate more and more eagerly.

His eyes were no longer so confused, as if he had focus, and he began to actively crave the bowl of porridge.

In order to prevent the Black Priest's sudden outburst, the Black Priest has always been tied to his hands and feet.

At this moment, the black priest was like a dog grabbing food, directly lowering his head and devouring the bowl of laba porridge with his mouth, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to eat it in the next second.

He ate faster and faster, seemingly unconcerned that the steaming bowl of porridge was burning his mouth.

His tears and snot fell into the bowl on his face, and he cried as he ate, faster and faster, and cried more and more fiercely, until at last he was sobbing and licking the grain of rice that stuck to the bottom of the bowl with his half-severed tongue.

But because his tongue was cut off, he couldn't lick it.

Chen Shiyin took the bowl away, and the black priest immediately became excited, and he began to want to break free from the rope that bound him.

However, Chen Shiyin just took the bowl over, poured the plate of dumplings next to it, and put it back in front of the black priest.

"Dumplings... Dumplings..."

The black priest looked at the dumplings in his bowl in a daze, and then looked at Chen Shiyin.

He wept mournfully, like a dog whimpering in the cold wind in the cold rain of December.

He picked up a dumpling, his upper and lower lips quivered, and he chewed very slowly with his toothless gums...

He was afraid, afraid that it was all just a dream, so he chewed slowly, even if it was just a dream, he wanted to prolong it for a moment.

"Eat, there's still after eating.

Chen Shiyin wiped the snot and tears from his face with a clean cloth, then untied the rope that bound his hands and gently rested a pair of chopsticks on his bowl.

The black priest picked up the pair of chopsticks tremblingly with his right hand that had not been cut off, and he looked up and down the simple wooden chopsticks as if he didn't know the chopsticks.

"It's... It's not fake..."

"Manha'i people eat... You don't need chopsticks to eat... They...... There's no way they know about chopsticks..."

"It's not fake... It's not fake..."

As he spoke, the Black Priest stabbed his chopsticks directly into his thigh, and a pain came from his thigh.

He looked at the blood-stained chopsticks and laughed:

"Hahaha... It's not fake... It's true!"

"It's true... It's true!"

Immediately, the black priest picked up the dumplings with chopsticks, threw them into his mouth and swallowed them without chewing.

Soon, a bowl of dumplings was swallowed clean.

Chen Shiyin also handed the bowl of Lantern Festival to him, and said softly:

"Eat, I'll make it after eating." The

black priest looked at the man in front of him with teary eyes, and asked tremblingly,

"Are you... "

There are many countries in Kyushu, and the Sword Sect is far away from the mortal world, so it has long been no different from the country. However, before I entered the sect, I was a common man of Chu State. "

Kyushu... Chu State..."The Black Priest muttered these two words, "You are from Huaguo, Kyushu is Huaguo, and Huaguo is Kyushu."

When Chen Shiyin heard this, he thought about it, and immediately untied the shackles on the feet of the black god official.

As soon as the black priest's restraints were released, he heard a plop, and he actually knelt down in front of Chen Shiyin.

He didn't say a word, and kowtowed to Chen Shiyin three times in a row.

"What are you doing, get up. Chen Shiyin hurriedly helped him up.

When he looked at it again, his forehead was already bleeding, and those three rings were enough to see how hard he had knocked.

Seeing this, Chen Shiyin couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in his heart, the people of his fellow villagers lived so miserably in this world.

"I... I've been in this world for more than half a year, and it's the first time someone treats me as a human being!"

Then he choked up and told Chen Shiyin what happened to him in the six months he came to this other world.

This lecture was until dawn, and Chen Shiyin felt a sense of suffocation just by listening to it.

The black priest's name is Bai Qiming, and at the age of nineteen he was a freshman at a university in China, and like all people of this age, Bai Qiming loves ACG and all kinds of games.

In his freshman year, he formed his own e-sports club, and led his team to the global finals of the most popular RPG game "Fantasy World" that year.

In the final finals, the opponent was very strong, and directly entered the match point game with two cities in a row. However, Bai Qiming, with his super understanding of the game profession, selected unconventional lineups one after another, and made strange moves, and even played a momentum that made two chase three.

In the last game, Bai Qiming had gradually gained an advantage by virtue of his tactical system and command skills, but at that moment, a white light flashed, and when Bai Qiming came back to his senses, he appeared in the Holy See of the Manha'i Religious State.

The rest of the story is endless torture.

The people of the Manha'i religious kingdom kept cutting off organs from him and restoring him with magic, and the cycle was repeated, as if they were raising a blood slave.

Later, Bai Qiming created the only chance to get out of the cage at the cost of near-death.

He smashed his skull directly in the cage against the ground, and the injury of that magnitude could not be directly healed by recovering magic.

The Manha'i religious state wanted to use Bai Qiming to mass-produce brave equipment, so it was impossible for them to allow Bai Qiming to die like that.

Bai Qiming was dragged out of the cage by them and rescued by a large healing formation composed of dozens of C-level healing priests.

Bai Qiming took advantage of the gap between being rescued and transported back to the cage, and threw his five fingers and a handbook that he had prepared in advance to the side of the road.

The five fingers indicated the identity of Bai Qiming's brave man and the place where he was imprisoned, and the handbook was the one on Chen Shiyin's body now.

If it was Bai Qiming's greatest misfortune to be summoned by the Manha'i Religious State, then it was his greatest luck to be able to attract the covetousness of three B-class thief adventurers through the five fingers he lost.

Yes, he was robbed by the three B-class adventurers, and then followed them into the endless pursuit of the Goddess Wings.

After being hunted down for a month, the three of them had lost their patience and were ready to directly divide Bai Qiming's body into equal parts.

But human nature is indeed a ridiculous thing, the three of them all secretly have the idea of monopolizing Bai Qiming, and under the infighting, the three of them fought each other, and finally ended the farce with a crushing victory.

And this B-class adventurer finally died under the weapon that Bai Qiming used his body to cultivate - a dinner knife.

A dinner knife that has been stuck in the muscles of the brave man's thigh for months, and a knife that the brave has cut off his five hands to guide them.

Until now, Bai Qiming's thigh muscles still have the dinner knife that has sucked the blood of the brave. Or to put it another way, a brave piece of equipment that was once a table knife.

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