Nesser, who was mixed in the crowd, was not in a hurry at this moment.

His bloodline is maturing step by step. He looks at the moonlight, which is just the full moon next time.

Time is approaching, and at that time, everything will probably break out, and life-and-death scenes are inevitable.

Neser sighed a little, but he was just a little sigh, and more of it was expecting.

Looking forward to the arrival of that moment, looking forward to the enemy's means, and looking forward to the pleasure of self-subduing everything.

The lamb there was finally out of the pot, and a group of people gathered around to wait for the sheep to eat.

Naiser did not move closer, but he came to Naiser with a bowl of mutton in his greedy eyes.

"Eat something?" The fiftieth son asked, which made most of the surroundings suddenly startle. This person was willing to share the mutton he used for precious things.

Immediately, someone wanted to get closer and beg the fiftieth son to give them some.

The fiftieth person smiled and looked at those people, as if he was willing to share it, and even grabbed the meat, and the fragrance of the meat floated out.

The fiftieth man's face changed suddenly. He threw the meat he had grabbed onto the ground and threw it on the ground. His feet stepped on it, crushed it hard, then let go of his feet, looked at the man and said, "Come and eat, bend down, bend down, and bow his head down to eat."

Looking at the defiled piece of meat, some people moved their throats, swallowed their saliva and chose to give up, some people pulled out their weapons and looked at the fiftieth Son of Man with anger, and some people looked at the surroundings, wanting to eat the meat on the ground as the Son of Man said, and take action.

Looking at the man who was kneeling on the meat-eating man, the fiftieth man smiled happily and held the bowl up, reached it in front of Neser, and even thoughtfully made a fork from the trees, as if he were a servant, asking Neser again: "Do you want to eat?"

The person who was kneeling to eat, his body stiffened, looked up at Naser slightly, and then continued to lower his head.

"It's really you." Naser said to the fiftieth son.

As the son of deterioration, he can instinctively guide people to the degree of deterioration.

At the same time, he mastered the path of escapist sin. After his actions, the person on earth hated the most was not the Son of the Fifty, who had done all this, but the person who did nothing.

Nesser took the sin on his behalf.

"Jealous." The fiftieth man did not feel any shame at all. Instead, he took his hand, gave it up, ate a piece of mutton, and began to talk: "This is one of the trajectories of sin migration. He was jealous of you, so it would be you who was wrong."

Does it make sense?

It makes no sense.

But who cares?

"I am jealous of my brothers and sisters. They all have healthy bodies, but I don't." The fiftieth man spat out a breath of heat, his face turned a little red, and the mutton was a big tonic.

The corpses of the sons are also great for replenishment.

After killing the other nine sons, the fiftieth man ate part of their bodies, thus completely replenishing his body and preventing himself from being weak.

The fiftieth man ate the hot mutton, and there was no drop of soup left. However, after eating, his expression changed slightly, as if he was overeating and wanted to vomit. His mouth opened slightly and made a "uh" sound.

But he immediately closed his mouth, then slowly raised his head, blocked the vomiting desire, and threw the bowl aside.

After calming down, the Fifty Son of Man smiled and said, "There is no spices in this era, and the taste is still unpalatable."

"It looks very unpalatable." Nasser nodded, as if he agreed with the statement of the Fifty Son of Man.

Then there was silence.

The man who was kneeling on his knees and eating meat had also left and disappeared in the crowd.

The distance between people became slightly dispersed. After eating the sheep, they fought for the sheep tomorrow.

There are not many people like Nesser and the Fifty Son of Man who are so close to each other. For a while, the house here seems a bit desolate.

"How about joining forces?" said the Fifty Son of Man: "I am an ordinary human now, and I have blocked most of my own power to stay in the crowd."

"I only have one chance to do it, so I need you to create opportunities for me."

"Opportunity? Whose chance?" asked Naiser.

"Of course it's my brothers." The Fifty Son said naturally: "They drove me out and left me in that desolate cave for so many years."

"I haven't enjoyed the excitement and pleasure of killing my brother for a long time."

The fiftieth son said as if he was a pervert, full of anticipation.

"I am jealous of my brothers and sisters. They all have healthy bodies, but I don't." The fiftieth man spat out a breath of heat, his face turned a little red, and the mutton was a big tonic.

The corpses of the sons are also great for replenishment.

After killing the other nine sons, the fiftieth man ate part of their bodies, thus completely replenishing his body and preventing himself from being weak.

The fiftieth man ate the hot mutton, and there was no drop of soup left. However, after eating, his expression changed slightly, as if he was overeating and wanted to vomit. His mouth opened slightly and made a "uh" sound.

But he immediately closed his mouth, then slowly raised his head, blocked the vomiting desire, and threw the bowl aside.

After calming down, the Fifty Son of Man smiled and said, "There is no spices in this era, and the taste is still unpalatable."

"It looks very unpalatable." Nasser nodded, as if he agreed with the statement of the Fifty Son of Man.

Then there was silence.

The man who was kneeling on his knees and eating meat had also left and disappeared in the crowd.

The distance between people became slightly dispersed. After eating the sheep, they fought for the sheep tomorrow.

There are not many people like Nesser and the Fifty Son of Man who are so close to each other. For a while, the house here seems a bit desolate.

"How about joining forces?" said the Fifty Son of Man: "I am an ordinary human now, and I have blocked most of my own power to stay in the crowd."

"I only have one chance to do it, so I need you to create opportunities for me."

"Opportunity? Whose chance?" asked Naiser.

"Of course it's my brothers." The Fifty Son said naturally: "They drove me out and left me in that desolate cave for so many years."

"I haven't enjoyed the excitement and pleasure of killing my brother for a long time."

The fiftieth son said as if he was a pervert, full of anticipation.
Chapter completed!