Chapter 1018 Stew Yourself in an Iron Pot

In the dark dungeon, the rancid air echoes with whines and moans forever.

At this moment, under the light of the fire, the sound of whipping continued.

Among the shackles hanging on the wall, the half-naked tauren had already been covered in bruises and fainted. Immediately afterwards, a basin of cold water was poured on him, waking him up.

Then the brutal whipping and ravaging began again.

It wasn't until the whip was broken that the rat-man leader angrily dropped what he was holding, returned to his chair, and ordered in a cold voice: "Hit me, keep beating! But be careful, don't kill me!"

"I want his life to be worse than death!!!"

That vicious and cold voice echoed in the dungeon, and the pitiful and helpless calls from the cage in the distance suddenly choked with sobs.

"Don't fight, don't fight anymore, woo woo woo."

The poor and helpless kobold was wiping the corners of his eyes, with tears already streaming down his face: "That's my biological brother. If you want to hit him, just hit him... hit him lightly."

"Don't hit him in the face, oh, don't hit him there... Wuwuwu, he is still single... I have pity for my nephew who is still in his mother's womb..."

"Wait a minute, didn't you just say that it has been a virgin for forty years?"

The prisoner in the cage next to him listened intently and realized something was wrong: "Then where did his child come from?"

"This is all love, what do you know! Love is omnipotent!"

The kobold was moved by true love and already had tears in his eyes: "My brother and his childhood sweetheart have been separated by fate for decades. The beloved cow misses her so much that she has become pregnant. As the saying goes: Uncertain The wish of three lives often adds a period of sorrow. When boredom comes, I frown, and when I go, I look back several times..."

After reciting an opening poem, the kobold picked up his rice bowl and slapped it on the ground, as if awakened by a sudden shock. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and then narrated a shocking and touching love story. Come.

Who would have thought that the minotaur who was born from his mother's womb with a fork in his hand was actually the reincarnation of the steak left on the rancher's plate, and that the cousin who stayed at his home that day was actually enlightened by the flute player. A broken bone. As the saying goes, one is Langyuan dung and the other is beautiful jade and five flowers...

For a moment, not only the rat man who was sitting on the chair quietly pricking up his ears, but also the jailer who was holding a whip and whipping vigorously were attracted.

Only Foster in the truck pulled off his headphones and rubbed his face with a complicated look.

I really can’t listen anymore!

This is so damn weird!

But after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but grab the headphones and want to listen to a few more words...

Now the entire red dragon is thrown into the yard, waiting for a buyer to come one day, or simply buying and selling by force, and no one pays attention at all.

The few people hiding in the carriage were completely idle and had been playing cards for several rounds.

As for Raymond who was hung up and beaten, everyone seemed to have forgotten about it.

It's not that important anyway.

At this moment, the tauren, who was dripping with blood and covered with bruises, looked miserable, but in fact... he was also miserable.

But that doesn't matter.

After all, he is a third-level ascendant, and he is also a dollar warrior who spares no effort to cultivate and accumulate krypton gold in the Ivory Tower. If it was not intentional, how could he be beaten like this so easily?

Just a little whipping and the pain of a rancher's drool attack are not worth mentioning.

Not even a massage.

If Huai Shi hadn't been urging him to act more realistically through the communication, he would probably have fallen asleep by now.

For everyone, I can only let him sacrifice one more time.

At worst, I'll give him two more chicken drumsticks for dinner.

In the dim, damp and dirty dungeon soil, countless bacterial strains spread rapidly, mixed in the colorful moss, and gradually covered the entire dungeon and even the outer guardhouse from the inside out. .

The slender vines took root in the soil, and quickly took root and sprouted, like thousands of hands and eyes, quietly bringing the entire area under their control.

There are a total of sixty-one guards in the entire dungeon, and there are hundreds of guards in and out of the guardhouse outside.

and, twelve prisoners.

twelve?

Isn't this number a little too small?

And they were all arrested for trivial matters.

Could it be said that in this iron-flamed city, everyone abides by the law, promotes good and abandons evil, and before America, everyone in hell has lived a happy life in which everyone does not close their doors at night and does not pick up things?

But in their hall, what is the iron pot that is big enough for a tauren to take a bath?

Huai Shi pinched the dog's mouth and fell into thinking.

Thinking of the piles of bones in the backyard, the non-existent food reserves in the canteen, and the suspicious cured meat hanging from the beams...

Is there something wrong with your dungeon? .

Good times always come very quickly, and it’s time to say goodbye again.

Just when Huaishi's Dream of the Brothel mentioned, "As soon as Raymond enters Iron Flame City, the tauren will try his luck again," a clear bell rang from the dungeon.

It's time for dinner.

Before Huai Shi Shu finished speaking, he saw the cell door open, and a dozen rat men with white cloth-covered heads rushed in without any explanation. They held him down with all their hands and feet, tied them with ropes, and pulled him out.

"Hey, wait, wait, what are you doing?"

The kobold screamed and struggled, hung on a wooden stick like a pig, and was immediately carried away.

He just walked through the door and was carried directly into a hall. In front of a long dining table, the boiling pot had begun to smoke.

Including the rat leader, there are all the leaders in the prison, and under the triangular emblem representing Bo Xun, there is a kobold from Huaishi's family wearing some kind of sacrificial robe, dancing like a god.

From time to time, a dark glow emerged from the boiling cauldron, illuminating the excited faces holding knives and forks in their hands.

When Huai Shi arrived, a group of people sang hymns excitedly, with hunger, thirst and greed written on their strange faces.

It's almost time to eat...

"Wait, what are you going to do..."

Huai Shi was anxious, "Isn't there a tauren! Why did you eat me first?"

The kobold priest glanced at him with disdain: "He has a lot of meat, so keep him and eat him during the festival."

"Hey, kobolds don't eat kobolds."

Huai Shi squirmed vigorously on the shelf: "Although I don't have much meat, I can tell stories. Hey, have you heard of raising high-quality cattle? You play the piano and tell stories to the cattle every day to make him happy. Over time, The texture of the meat is natural...wait, don't worry, damn, I still..."

Plop!

Before he could finish speaking, he was thrown into the boiling cauldron.

In an instant, a refreshing silence came, and everyone felt relieved.

This bitch finally shut up.

At the edge of the pot, the kobold reached out and grabbed the huge spoon. Just as he was about to stir it, he saw a huge dog head floating slowly after a long string of bubbles.

In the pot, blinking at it.

There is also a vegetable leaf hanging on the bridge of his nose.

"Brother, the water temperature doesn't seem to be enough?"

He lowered his head, gathered the vegetable leaves, took a sip of the soup, and said, "At least put some garlic sprouts to remove the smell. At least half the jar of salt was sprinkled. It would kill a person without draining blood. Just cook it, and the taste will be bad." Is it too heavy?"

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, and even the hymns of praise for Bo Xun stopped for a moment.

And in the boiling cauldron, the kobold twisted around, swaying its head and tail, sometimes doing a dog paddle, sometimes doing a butterfly stroke, changing its tricks to flutter around inside.

In the end, it was like taking a bath, spreading his hands, placing them on the edge of the pot, and whistled.

Revealing the tip of its tail, it swept back and forth on the water.

It looks absolutely delightful.

"It doesn't feel right, boss."

The rat man was stunned and whispered to the warden: "How about we eat something else?"

"presumptuous!"

Before the warden could say anything, the kobold in the pot became furious, "I'll eat if I say, and I won't eat if I say no, don't I want to lose face!"

Besides, you bunch of bastards, being able to drink the bath water of a popular idol like me is a blessing you have earned in eight lifetimes. You must know how to cherish it, do you understand? "

Next to him, the dog-headed priest stretched out his hand in astonishment and touched the surging water. He screamed when he was burned, and even the hair on his paws fell off.

But before it could shrink its hand, a strange tentacle suddenly stretched out from the cauldron, wrapped around the dog's head, shrank instantly, and pulled it into the cauldron.

After only hearing a muffled sound, it disappeared without a trace.

"What the hell!"

The warden subconsciously took a step back and pulled out his axe.

But with a bang, the originally strong ax handle had rotted away without knowing it, turning into rotten wood that could break into pieces with just a pinch. Even the gleaming ax was covered with colorful rust spots, like funny smiling faces.

The warden opened his mouth, wanting to roar for help, but suddenly he choked and coughed, and thick blood and broken internal organs spurted out from his mouth.

Continuous breaking sounds came from the top of the head, from the feet, from around... In the dome, ground and walls, strands of buds sprouted and grew rapidly, and those blood-sucking vines spread out like living creatures. My body is blooming in this paradise of purgatory.

Then, he reveals his sharp mouthparts and fangs towards the prey...

High-pitched screams rang out, and the hellish creatures who were holding knives and forks ready to feast instantly dispersed. However, before they even took two steps, they were already entangled with blood-sucking vines and unable to move.

At this moment, in the emptiness of the mist behind Huai Shi, one scarlet eye after another slowly opened, looking down at all the dust ferociously.

In the dungeon, countless flowers bloomed in an instant, entangled on the bones, spreading a strong fragrance.

A huge shadow wandered on the ground, covering the entire guardhouse silently, sealing off the inside and outside. Then, the real hell unfolded here!

Along with the thick and dull boiling sound in the iron cauldron, darkness, thick darkness overflowed from it, crawling up to everyone's feet and entangled in their limbs and faces, with thousands of threads. The strands unfolded, submerged into the mouth and nose, and quickly penetrated inward.

Until it penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

"Why are you running? Aren't we about to start dinner?"

Surrounded by shadows and ferocious birds, Huaishi picked up the soup bowl and brought it to the guests' mouths, smiling gently:

"Come on, hurry up while it's hot - after drinking this bowl of soup, we will be good friends forever."

It's a little stuck, I don't know if the small card is considered stuck. The editor told me that I would do a special episode in May. I feel that my workload has increased again and I am starting to go bald...