Chu Tian woke up.

The old yellow dog, who had half bald hair, lame one hind legs, and had a little cloudy eyes. It was obvious that his eyesight was not very good, sighed, stood up from the grass nest beside Chu Tian, ​​and his nose came to Chu Tian and sniffed it, and let out a low "Wang".

Chu Tian blinked his eyes and looked at the old yellow dog dumbly.

The old yellow dog's expression was very friendly, with a unique vicissitudes and kindness of an old man who saw through the world. He stretched out a claw and touched Chu Tian's cheek. After feeling Chu Tian's gentle breathing, he shook his tail and lay in the grass nest beside Chu Tian, ​​turned over comfortably, and then fell asleep.

Chu Tian widened his eyes and stared blankly at the thatched roof covered with holes on his head.

The conditions in this house are not very good. The roof is made of old thatch, and the black thatch has not been replaced for at least ten years. Most of the soil covering the thatch collapsed, and holes are everywhere on the roof. A ray of light penetrated through these holes. The dust in the room was flying lightly in the light column.

With the sound of "chirping", several small bodies, but a pair of strange hens with extremely fat claws, almost as thick as Chu Tian's arms, flew into the hut.

The door of the thatched hut was closed, but only the upper half was left, and only a few thin branches remained in the lower half. These large-scale old hens walked in with a bit of arrogance.

The thatched hut is not big or small, it looks seven or eight feet a square foot. It is laid with two thick thatched huts against the walls on both sides. Chu Tian and the old yellow dog are lying on the thatch in the corner.

Judging from the sunken appearance on the thatch, there are at least a dozen people in this room who can rest on the pile of thatch on weekdays.

The air was filled with the unique smell of sweat and smell of men who didn't take a bath all year round. The smell of smelly feet almost condensed into substance, like iron wire, constantly drilling into Chu Tian's nose, which made Chu Tian helpless.

With difficulty, Chu Tian saw five or six poor-textured wooden bows hanging on one wall. Looking at the cracks on the bow arm, Chu Tian dared to bet that the range of this bow would not exceed twenty feet.

Below the wooden bow, there are several wooden spears standing against the base of the wall.

The workmanship of the wooden spear is also very rough, the gun rod is also cracked, and there is a trace of rust on the metal spear head. Obviously, no one has carefully maintained it on weekdays. Especially looking at the marks on the spear head, these spear heads are a little old and have most of the tips worn out. Chu Tian was very suspicious that if this thing is used to stab those old hens, can they be shot to death?

The two old hens were stumbled on Chu Tian's belly and were afraid of passing by. A centipede about an inch long crawled out of the pile of thatched grass under Chu Tian. The two old hens rushed up quickly, clamoring and pecking down at the same time.

After a storm, the two old hens collided together. The centipede ran away to the point of their journey. The two old hens quickly hit their companions a few times. One accidentally, the old hen tore the head of the old yellow dog with one claw.

The old yellow dog screamed with a thunderous howl. He jumped up and bit out hard. An old hen's butt was bitten hard by the old yellow dog. Several old hens running into the hut screamed at the same time, flapping their wings and escaping from the hut.

The old yellow dog roared a few times in disappointment. He was exhausted and had no energy to chase and take revenge on the old hens. He spitted off the feathers in his mouth in anger. The old yellow dog looked at Chu Tian gently and friendly, and simply hung the dog's head on Chu Tian's shoulders and continued to fall asleep.

"What a good dog!" Chu Tian couldn't help but laugh.

Only then did he realize that his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and seven or eight hundred embroidery needles seemed to be stuffed into his throat. It was so tingling, but it was extremely cold and cold. Every word had to be difficult to squeeze out from his throat.

Looking inward, in the divine realm, the white glass lamps were quietly suspended there, the size of a sesame grain, the green lights were very weak, but they were very firmly suspended on the lamps and burning quietly.

Only a very faint golden-red airflow that was smaller than the hair was left in the lamp, barely maintaining the light.

Chu Tian’s heavenly soul, the nine-foot-high heavenly soul, was suspended by the lamp like a zombie. The thick layer of ice transformed by the cold soul of the Yin Extreme sealed his heavenly soul, making his heavenly soul unable to use it at all.

The magic power in the body was still frozen, and only a trace of extremely small heat was flowing through the meridians, making Chu Tian's body barely maintain a trace of vitality.

It was so difficult that he took a long breath, and Chu Tian shouted in a low voice: "Master Rat?"

On the giant ship, I saw a sudden change in the Tianlu, and then there was the real big explosion of the sky and the earth. The last shot in Chu Tian’s memory was the sudden collapse of the giant ship. The mouse rushed over with a strange and evil smile on his face, and his long tail wrapped around his body, dragging him out of the collapsed giant ship.

After that, there was no feeling afterwards.

The cold soul of the femoral god is a good thing. No matter how many shocks Chu Tian was taken away by the Rat Master, he had no feelings anyway.

"It's just... Master Rat?" Chu Tian shouted in a low voice.

There was no movement, the Rat was not nearby, and Chu Tian didn't know where he was. At this moment, his whole body felt almost completely frozen, but he could barely see, listen, and speak... in fact, it was no different from a living dead person.

However, it seems a little better than when I just took the ferocious cold soul on the giant ship.

Taking a deep breath with difficulty, Chu Tian slowly tried to move his ten fingers. At first, there was no reaction, but after a while, a faint reaction finally came from the ten fingers, followed by the arms and arms.

The little bit of insignificant heat flow in his body slowly flowed. Chu Tian struggled hard, struggled to straighten his body little by little, and leaned against the earth wall beside him with difficulty.

The old yellow dog widened his eyes and looked at Chu Tian. Then he sighed again, put his head on Chu Tian's calf, and continued to fall asleep.

Chu Tian shook his head, and he struggled hard. Finally, he stood up with a crooked and extremely difficult time. He gently touched the old yellow dog's head. Chu Tian supported the wall with both hands, shaking step by step, like a tuberculosis who had not recovered from the serious illness, trembling all over, resting step by step, and finally walked to the door of the hut.

Slowly and tremblingly opened the door, Chu Tian saw a hut piled up randomly.

The ground was full of chickens and ducks, and the unsightly dogs were lying under the eaves in a daze. A few men in ragged clothes and fierce bandits were carrying rough spears, hurriedly walking by the corner of the house dozens of feet away.

Suddenly, a shrill roar came from a distance: "The village is broken, broken! The officers and soldiers are in! Twist, pull!"
Chapter completed!