C3

"You don't have a chance …" The moment they walked out of the gate, Big Claw took two steps forward and whispered into Feng Feiyun's ear. Then, he no longer cared about Feng Zhiling and started striding forward.

He didn't know what Big Claw meant, but Big Claw knew that he had been discovered by Big Claw because he was trembling. Big Claw was sure that if Big Claw thought he couldn't pass the test, he would be demoted to a slave.

The Black Claw Tribe had a simple structure. The leader, the tribal warrior, and the servant who hadn't become a brave warrior yet, and the remaining classes were his own slaves and his slave.

"Because I am the Three Claws? Am I the Three Claws or the Peak? Who the hell am I? " Tsukiko slams the door shut and looks at the dark, hot space and roars in her mind, but no one can answer him, he is in this small space. In the cramped room, he walked around frantically trying to find the answer. Who was he?

The attack of the headache made him feel like he was about to split into two. Everything in the small room started spinning, even the bed started spinning, and in the lens that seemed to split into countless pieces, he saw strange and hideous faces crazily howling like wounded beasts, countless himself, countless figures of people who were not himself, revolving and spinning in front of his eyes …

In this intense pain, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his skin. More than once, he wanted to give up, but Black Claw's cold eyes and the fate of Servant Chi made him grit his teeth and persevere.

The images were moving faster and faster, flashing through his mind, new information gushing into his mind like a fountain, a lot of things that he had overlooked being remembered, and suddenly he remembered that important thing.

He wanted to find his real self and solve the trouble he was about to encounter, but he did not expect that the memory fragments did not have a way to solve the problem. Even so, he did not feel despair in his heart, at least, he was no longer at a loss like before and had more confidence in himself, he had endured the pain that was about to cause his head to explode, his mind had become much stronger, at least he dared to face the current him.

He slowly crawled to the bed, clasped the bed with both hands, and turned over, staring at the flat metal box lying on the headboard and gasping for breath. This movement, like a juicer, drained all his strength, blurring his vision so that he had to keep his eyes open so that he wouldn't be able to look away.

He knew what it was. It was a first-aid kit that had been forgotten for who knows how many years, a kit that overlapped reality and memory. Perhaps it didn't matter much to him, but it gave him more confidence in being able to find himself.

If one did not observe carefully, it would be extremely difficult to discover it. One would find a small, sharp steel wire, and slowly cut the rust off the lock, revealing a bright metal background color. Sweat flowed along his forehead all the way to the tip of his nose, slightly suspended, and dripped onto the box to create a wet mark.

Drops of sweat dripped down onto the box. The peak finally let out a long sigh of relief and opened the box.

He was trying to find something that matched his memory, but he was surprised to find that it was a black brown paper. At this moment, his heart was filled with curiosity, and he forgot about the pain he had felt before as he focused on unfolding the paper, searching for his true self.

The moment the gun appeared in front of him, his pupils shrank. He had an unexpected familiarity with the black gun, although he didn't have a specific impression of the scene in his mind, he felt like he had seen his most beloved treasure.

Not thinking about how the first aid kit turned into a weapon box, the gun after the butter was cold and heavy in his hand, in this strange world it gave him a long-awaited sense of security, as if with the weapon in his hand, he could face any challenge, even if it meant that Black Claw didn't have to be afraid of it, of course, this security was fake, but it was more useful than the task's encouragement, making him forget the fear of being a slave and the blankness and fear of being in this strange world.

As if he was admiring a priceless jewel, he greedily swept his eyes over every bullet. The right hand holding the gun was vigorous and powerful, which was completely different from the feeling of holding a cold weapon. The pistol was like an extension of his arm, allowing him to instantly grasp this ice-cold killing weapon.

This weapon was also familiar to him, but it was not as touching as the pistol. Picking up the military knife, he subconsciously turned it around in his fingers and instantly grasped the center of gravity and the usage of this military knife. A new feeling flashed through his mind as he seemed to remember that at a certain moment, the same military knife had been dancing in his hand, slicing through the fully armed enemies' necks one by one …

"Heh …" "So, the real me isn't simple either …" The slaughter fragment passed in a flash, causing severe pain to erupt from his head. In this moment of pain, the expression on Feng Feng Feiyun's face didn't change at all. Instead, he narrowed his eyes as if he enjoyed it, like a pair of black claws emitting a chilling killing intent.

He suddenly opened his eyes. The previous blankness and fear had all disappeared, replaced by a sharp determination. Although he still couldn't figure out where he came from, he was no longer confused. He finally had the determination to walk out the door.

Thinking of the time in the afternoon when he was about to leave to meet the unknown challenge, Feng Feiyun slowly adjusted himself to dissipate all the pressure he had accumulated over the past few days. This kind of adjustment was not something that was taught to him, but was instead something that he spontaneously comprehended, as if he was hiding deep within his body, just like a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles and was enjoying the final moments of peace.

While adjusting his condition, his eyes were focused on the flower in the corner of the room. This was a waste plant that was recognized by the people of the wilderness, a wooden broom flower, and was also the most beautiful flower he had ever seen. The light blue petals were like the Lan Hua Finger of a young girl, naturally bent, and had a quiet and pleasant flowery language.

In an unknown place, the wood festering flowers were not enough for him to let go of his worries to appreciate their beauty. The main reason was that he had an indescribable closeness to the wood festering flowers, and there seemed to be an unimaginable connection between the two parties. This was also his main pastime these days.

Squatting in front of the shrubs, she gently caressed the silky smooth surface. The petals were moist, and the palm of his left hand began to heat up again, like it was being baked on a piece of charcoal. However, beneath his palm was a flirtatious and fragile bush of wood.

As usual, he focused his mind and floated his left hand above the flower, feeling the increasing heat, hoping for something to happen. There was a critical point in the heat, and when it came to a critical point, it would stagnate until it slowly disappeared.

He couldn't help but think of his dream. When he was three or seven years old, for the sake of a piece of very ordinary gerbils' meat, Big Claw had stuck a sharp bone spike into the palm of his three claws. While the three claws were in extreme pain, like a little lion that had erupted, they had pulled out the bone spikes and passed through Big Claw's face, leaving behind scars that he would never be able to remove.

When he thought about this, all his memories came to an end. He did not know what had happened after that, nor did he know what kind of hatred had caused the young Three Claws to receive such an injury. It was the hatred of the Three Claws, not his. Even if the body belonged to the Three Claws, he was the master, and he could not allow the thought of the Three Claws to take the initiative away from him.

The moment of absent-mindedness caused him to forget about the palm on the petal. Suddenly, with a shake of his palm, it turned into a cool chill, causing him to think that his experiment today had failed again.

Under the will of the peak, the water droplets were like nimble balls of light dancing around his fingertips. The next moment, with a wave of his hand, the water droplets turned into water stains on the wall, emitting a pungent smell. He didn't know whether to laugh or to cry; it could be considered as having done something stupid.

Flowers in the wilderness were not rare, they would bloom during the day, and at night, the flowers would close their stamens and resist the cold. It contained a poison that neither insects nor animals would eat, and it wouldn't even allow them to be treated as firewood. It would emit chemical smoke, turning the kitchen into a living hell.

The experiment was a success, for the peak, this was meaningless, there was no surprise even for this kind of incredible ability. Woodridge flowers were still wood festooned flowers, even if he could refine them into the most beautiful flower, he would not dare to swallow it, and he could not get any benefits from it, which was a bit disappointing.

Just as he was catching his breath because of this small setback, a voice came from the outside: "Three Claws, let's go get the weapons and armor. If we're late, the good stuff will be gone..." Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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