The heavy door to David Hill's bedroom was violently pushed open.
"You bastards! How dare you break into the castle! Let grandpa purify you today..." The owner of the castle appeared, but he quickly realized that something was wrong.
There was no ghostly atmosphere here. Instead, his third son was red all over, curled up like a shrimp and panting.
Could it be that the succubus has caused all the harm?
But there is no passage to hell for hundreds of miles around the Calabash Valley!
At this time, the little light on David's chest finally caught Da Hill's attention.
"Hahaha... It turns out that I succeeded in tempering my blood and finally broke through the level! My precious son David, you seem to be only eight years old, right? I must have remembered correctly. It has been fifteen years since my father came to this wasteland.
This is the third new fighting spirit warrior, your evil uncle Burberry, dad is no longer the last pioneer!" Bell Hill danced happily with his hands and feet.
"Father...I'm...hungry!" David finally struggled to interrupt his father's strange soliloquy.
Letting a rough man raise children is really like herding sheep.
As for the mother of David and others?
They were slaves bought by their father, and they only moved around a small area of the inner castle on weekdays.
The Hill family is also a very big family, at least that's what my father said.
But his father was very different. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life as a petty official under the family's wings, so he chose the most difficult path of becoming a lord.
Of course, no noble lady would be willing to marry a pioneer lord with a mortality rate of over 90%. This place is desolate.
There are no gorgeous shops, no dance parties held every day, and no handsome little brother to relieve loneliness...
Belshire could only make do with it, and the eight David brothers were the product of such make-shift.
According to the rules of the Hill family, only those who become professionals can truly bear the surname Hill.
Only then will he be recognized by the family!
Now David can legitimately claim that his name is David Hill!
"Okay! Okay! This kind of hunger is normal. Come on, come on... There is also a blood-eyed rat here. Although it is small, it is a first-order high-level underworld beast. It is a midnight snack that dad left for himself!
"A plump mouse whose trunk was still thirty centimeters long even after drying was stuffed into David's hand.
The skin has been peeled off, and the blood-red meat has been dried into purple. The head of the evil rat has been chopped off, and the internal organs have been cleaned and filled with a little bit of spices that are very precious in the pioneering world.
With every cell in his body wailing, David didn't even have time to think about whether it would be bad to eat this food. His hands had already put the very fat rat into his mouth.
High-grade meat jerky is much harder than black bread. Just this rat jerky can be used as a weapon and can knock someone out as easily as a stone.
But David Yakou, who had just given birth to a drop of power core blood in his heart, seemed to have evolved too much at this moment.
The crunching sound continued as he tore off the blood-eyed rat stem that was thicker than his arm, chewed it, and swallowed it.
The last one is the tail that can be fifty centimeters long, as thick as a thumb at the base and as thick as a chopstick at the tip.
According to my father, this is the most essential part of the whole blood-eyed rat.
The dried rat blood and flesh were mixed with saliva and put into David's stomach.
Let there be a little warmth here.
However, a very miraculous scene happened, half of the food in his stomach disappeared.
The feeling of hunger disappeared, and the simultaneous feedback from the two bodies caused David to stop chewing the rat's stem tail.
You have to provide two bodies for yourself!
In a pioneering territory where food is extremely scarce, this is simply fatal!
"Don't spit it out! This thing is precious. If you spit it out, it will be wasted." Belshire looked at his son nervously.
He bit the pimp-like tail of the rat into pieces and swallowed it in one gulp.
Now is not the time to be pretentious.
Everything should be based on survival.
After a blood bead was born in his heart, David's body began to slowly and spontaneously operate the fighting qi skills inherited from his family.
The warm feeling in his abdomen was driven by the fighting energy flowing through the blood vessels throughout his body, and David felt a slow but obvious increase.
It was as if a small stove had appeared in his belly and his hunger had disappeared.
Even if the two bodies are shared, a first-level high-level blood-eyed rat is enough to temporarily relieve hunger.
Moreover, because the ingredients were of high quality, at least much stronger than David who had just entered the first level, David felt that his body and the clone in the mysterious space had obviously improved in fighting spirit.
If he could eat three dried blood-eyed rats every day, David could guarantee that he would reach the peak of the Bronze Warrior in a short time!
Unfortunately this is just a delusion.
"Thank you father for the dried meat. I feel much better. Is something of this level... easy to find?" David still asked his doubts.
"Hmph... Even if I meet you, with your weak strength at this moment, you can only give the blood-eyed rat its brain to chew on! Do you really think that the blood-eyed rat is an ordinary rat that can be trampled to death with one kick?" Belshire had to say