Tortoise of the Great Desolation

Chapter 23 Heart Tribulation (Funny)
"I said Great Witch Xingtian, does Big Witch Kuafu have any special hobbies?"

After following Xing Tian, ​​Shen Gui still couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Hearing this, Xing Tian was slightly taken aback: "Special hobbies? What do you mean?"

"Like being closer to some male clansmen than others?"

Xing Tian thought for a while: "If you put it this way, the Kuafu brothers and the Houyi brothers seem to have a particularly good relationship. But this is also normal, and it is not a strange place. After all, the Kuafu brothers and the Houyi brothers are at the same time. The batch of great witches that were bred got to know each other very early, and it is understandable that the relationship is better."

Hou Yi?

Shen Gui's body froze, and his whole body froze.

Why is it Houyi?
And the two are still childhood sweethearts?

What do you ask Chang'e to do?
Could it be because of this Chang'e that she took the elixir and ascended?

A mess of thoughts flashed through Shen Gui's mind, so that he didn't care about Xing Tian's explanation at all.

Just like that, Shen Gui followed Xing Tian to the tribe in a muddle-headed way. People kept saying hello to Xing Tian along the way, especially those young witches. Looking at the corpse of the giant beast on Xing Tian's back, each one of them showed their eyes. Worship the light.

In the Witch Clan, only adult Witch Clans would leave the tribe to go hunting, and big witches like Xing Tian took on most of the hunting tasks of the Witch Clan.

In other words, the safe and sound survival of those old and weak witches is inseparable from the efforts of great witches like Xing Tian.

For a race, this is undoubtedly a very healthy development model, especially now that there are dangerous floods everywhere. This development model can undoubtedly allow a race to reduce the loss of power during the development process as much as possible, so that A race develops at the fastest rate.

From this point of view, it is not unreasonable for the witch clan to rely on the power of a clan to embark on the road of competing with the monster clan with many members for hegemony.

At least, in the current monster clan, there are still various internal frictions among the various clans.

Leaving this aside, after Xing Tian handed over the corpse of the giant beast to the people who specialize in food handling in the tribe, he took Shen Gui to his residence in the tribe.

The residences of the witch tribes are also simple stone houses, which are no different from the cities of the monster tribe.After all, stone and wood are undoubtedly the most readily available materials, and stone is undoubtedly stronger than wood.

After entering the room, Xing Tian said carelessly, "Brother Shen Gui, sit down wherever you want."

While talking, Xing Tian picked up a piece of jerky-like things hanging on the wall on one side, and dug out a large jar from nowhere and put it on the table.

Seeing Shen Gui's puzzled expression, Xing Tian explained: "It's just the homemade dried meat and wine brewed by the clan. Brother Shen Gui can eat something casually first, and I will treat you well when the big guys eat in the evening." .”

Hearing what Xing Tian said, Shen Gui was taken aback for a moment, picked up the dried meat on the stone table, and looked inexplicably melancholy.

Do you eat?
Shen Gui couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten, because as long as he cultivated to a certain level, he would naturally be able to refine the essence of heaven and earth to maintain his own survival, so there was no need to eat.

Shen Guiyi crossed over to be the body of the Chaos Demon God, so naturally he didn't need to eat. After waking up from the sky, the body of the Beiming Xuangui was the quasi-sage's peak cultivation level, so he still didn't need to eat.Even if he later reshaped his physical body with mysterious and yellow energy, he still has the cultivation base of the golden fairy realm after the transformation, and he does not need to eat.

Therefore, strictly speaking, Shen Gui's latest official meal should be the last dinner before time travel, right?
If his memory is correct, he should have played games until midnight, then made a cup of instant noodles, and fell asleep after eating.

When you wake up, you have already crossed.

Slowly tore off a piece of meat from the jerky on the stone table and put it in his mouth. It was the meat of a monster, but it was very chewy.

If you put such a piece of meat in instant noodles, it should be delicious, right?

Shen Gui thought inexplicably.

He suddenly felt a little tired.

Before the time travel, he was alone, relying on doing some things on the Internet to make ends meet.

After crossing, the catastrophe of life and death is in front of him, and he is still alone, with no one to rely on.

He can only rely on himself to struggle a little bit to see if he can survive the death calamity.

Pangu's catastrophe of opening the sky finally passed in a muddle.

Because of Pangu's benevolence, he left behind his soul.

But what about this time?

That's right, although he relied on the advantage of foresight to directly divide the main body of the primordial spirit, even in the end, the body of the mysterious turtle of the Northern Ming Dynasty still could not escape the fate of falling, and his body was fine, but he lost an incarnation.

But what about next time?

If there is another death calamity, can he survive it safely?

Under the saints, all are ants.

And these ants need to seek their own survival in the great calamity after another.

In these catastrophes, those who are as strong as Emperor Jun Taiyi and the Twelve Ancestral Witches will all fall.

How many catastrophes can he survive?

In the stone house, Shen Gui chewed the meat, but the aura on his body became increasingly dim.

　Thank you book friend Xinchen Yilian for your reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)