Saffron was the first to get rid of her coca addiction, followed by Tracey, Artest, and finally Freckles.
After a few days, everyone's spirits improved, their appetites increased, and they were able to walk on the ground. They helped each other out of the cellar, lay down in the grass, spread their limbs, and breathed in the open air.
"It's so comfortable!" Saffron stretched, "I can't even feel the backlash of my animal nature."
"Really, my head doesn't hurt at all!" Tracey exclaimed in surprise.
Gordon remained silent, and the fangs in his mind trembled slightly. After absorbing the beastly nature of the four people, the fangs also recovered a little, and several cracks were closed. From time to time, a glistening white cold light flashed. On the tips of the fangs, there was a dead
Nailed on it was a strange cherry blossom, shaped like a human face, ferocious and twisted. As the fangs flashed, the petals shrank rapidly, turning into traces of dark smoke, which were sucked by the fangs.
While absorbing the animal nature for everyone, Fang accidentally captured this cherry blossom from Freckles' mind. It exuded an evil aura, like some kind of sinister spiritual restriction.
"You—" Freckles sat up and stared at Gordon in shock, his eyes almost popping out.
"My head has never hurt." Gordon took over Freckles's words.
The two of them looked at each other deeply, their freckled face turned red, and their chest rose and fell rapidly. The sudden surprise made him breathless. He was free? No longer being held hostage?
"Little stool, you are very arrogant." Saffron screamed strangely, winked at the others, suddenly jumped up, and rushed towards Gordon.
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FD responded, stepping diagonally, swinging his left elbow slightly, and trying to kick off his side legs. However, Artest, Tracy, and Freckles rushed towards him from all directions, with faces full of laughter and shouts.
Only then did Gordon realize that they did not mean any harm. After a moment of hesitation, he was dragged to the ground by Artest, and the strong chest of the barbarian boy pressed him down. Then, Saffron jumped on Artest's back, and the freckles pressed on him
Crocus. The five of them were like building a human tower, with Tracy lying on the top with a sweet smile.
"You dare to crush me to death! How dare you strip me naked!" "I asked you to knock me out and crush you to death!" "You hung me up!" "The way you tied the rope is so evil!"
Gordon was pressed under him, listening to their noisy, laughing and joking, like a starling rushing out of the birdcage. He closed his eyes and listened quietly, and the peace and tiredness carried him into sleep.
When he woke up, everyone gathered around him, talking softly. The vine leaves were swaying gently above his head, and the scattered light ferns were blown by the wind and swayed in all directions, like fireflies flying in the dark night.
"Ah, you're awake!" Four heads came over at the same time, each pair of eyes looking at him so brightly.
At this moment, he suddenly wished that time could stop, just for a moment, for a second, just once in his life.
"Brother, you must be exhausted." "It's so perverted that you can fall asleep like this." "Thanks to you these days." Everyone said at once.
"Little Stool, we have decided that we must leave the Blood Prison Society!" Saffron clenched her fist and waved it vigorously. "We will officially take action when we go out to carry out the assassination!"
Tracy gritted her teeth and said, "They can no longer control us with coca medicine!" She did not want to become a disguised hostage of the Blood Hell Society, using it to threaten her father.
"Free." Freckles stared at him with a complicated expression. "Real freedom."
Gordon looked at them silently for a while and said: "It's still early for true freedom. For the first time you perform a mission, the Blood Prison Society will most likely follow and monitor them secretly. You have to find those people and kill them all. You can't kill any of them."
Miss it and buy time to escape." He hesitated for a moment and then said, "I will make the entire plan by then."
"Great!" Saffron stood up excitedly, "Let us remember this historic moment! The epic protagonist and his friends are reborn today. From then on, the eagle spreads its wings, the tiger comes out of the mountain, and the legend
The trumpet has sounded!"
"Here we go again." Freckles covered his forehead helplessly, "Hongmao, you are sixteen years old, don't be so childish, okay?"
Saffron looked confused: "I lived in a muddle in the underground base, and I couldn't figure out whether I was sixteen years old or not."
Everyone laughed, and Artai said: "That's right. It's here day and night. I don't even know what day it is."
"Today is November 20, 7864 in the Gregorian calendar. We entered the sand cave ruins on May 19, 7862 in the Gregorian calendar." Gordon said casually. After humans conquered thirty-six colonial domains, the United Grand Council of all domains was established.
Starting from that day, the calendar was officially unified.
Everyone was stunned, Freckles rolled his eyes: "You are really a super pervert, you can remember this!"
"Ah, November 20th is Grandma's Good Friday!" Artest shouted. Seeing everyone's puzzled expressions, he explained, "It's my birthday. We barbarians regard the day when a child is born as a mother's day."
On Good Friday, barbarian children will be whipped on this day to remind us not to forget the suffering of our grandmothers.”
Tracey was stunned: "No way, we have cream cakes for our birthdays, but you actually want to be beaten?"
"Crack", Gordon reached out and grabbed it, and a vine broke. He calmly said to Artest: "I respect the tradition of the barbarians." The vine quickly rose up and hit Artest on the butt.
"Ah ha, I respect it too!" Saffron happily grabbed a cane and hit Artest. "Artest, we celebrate your birthday!" Freckles joined in unceremoniously, and they chased after him with the cane.
Artest ran away with his head in his arms, while Tracy giggled non-stop.
"Okay, please stop beating Artest." After a while, Tracy shouted. She began to dig the soil on the ground, piled up a small round bag, and then picked many brightly colored berries.
, dotted on the earthen buns.
Finally, she wrote the words "Happy Birthday" on the bag, then hurried over, stretched out her arms, and stood in front of Artest like a hen protecting her chickens. "You bad boys, you know
Bullying honest people." Tracy said coquettishly.
Artest touched his bare forehead and giggled. Tracy pulled him to the little bumpkin and said softly: "Artest, look, this is the birthday cake I made for you. Is it beautiful?"
Artai said dullly: "Beautiful."
"Then you -" Tracy blinked slyly, "Try it!" She pushed hard, and Artest fell head first on the dirt bag. When he raised his head, his face was covered with mud and colorful fruits.
Pulp.
Everyone laughed and danced. They chased among the vines and grass, threw berries at each other's faces, lit torches and used them as birthday candles, holding them high above their heads.
In the darkness, the flames burned "sizzlingly", illuminating every face red and glowing. Gordon watched the sparks splash out from time to time, flying around, and they would never go out.
Even if he closes his eyes later and his eyes turn into darkness, the fireflies are still flying there brightly.