"Bang!" After the last time, Wang Yang pulled up the little boy's head. The little boy's face had been completely deformed, blue and swollen. The pieces of black blue were covered with blood flowing out of his mouth and nose, and the bridge of his nose had collapsed and slightly sunken.

"Uh..." The little boy was so angry that he suffered extremely serious injuries. His eyes were covered with blood and he could not see anything. He let out a faint breath from his mouth and almost fainted.

Wang Yang seemed to have not fully expelled his anger. He felt that it was not happy enough and not full enough.

He wanted to calm his emotions with blood and life.

But the other party is an individual...

He has never killed anyone, so he should not kill anyone...

I touched the bone spur on my waist with my right hand. This spur has been with Wang Yang for many years and has been dyed with blood countless times.

No matter how ferocious the beast is, it is cast by this lush white bone spur. I don’t know if it has been dyed too many times, which makes the front end of the bone spur slightly dim and a light brown color.

Very shallow, thin layer.

He held the bone spurs very hard and tightly. His fingertips pressed against the bone spurs tightly, and it turned out to be whiter than the bone spurs.

But in the end, this bone spur had not stained human blood, so he loosened.

He remembered the little boy murdered the adult and killed him, so he held it again.

The tendons on his wrist suddenly burst out at this moment, and a surging anger quickly occupied his eyes, and his whole body trembled wildly with a strong sense of guilt.

It seemed that there was no reason to stop him from killing people. It seemed that he had to kill people!

But he actually let go again. He found a reason himself, and he still had to find the copper mine. He could not kill these craftsmen.

No one knows how many times he struggled in his heart in these few seconds. His hands were tight and relaxed repeatedly.

People in the tribe don't know that because for them, killing people has no burden, they just regard it as another animal.

So they were a little puzzled because they knew that Wang Yang was so angry that he should have been a killer long ago.

But he didn't take action, no one would question it, just a little bit of confusion.

However, the group of craftsmen were crazy at this moment. They didn't know what Wang Yang was doing, nor did they understand Wang Yang's emotions. They only knew that Wang Yang had severely injured his companion, and they would probably survive and be useless.

They were very angry, not only because of Wang Yang's actions this time, but because Wang Yang did not help them several times when conflicts occurred between the two sides.

Whether it is wrong with them or not, they all think that Wang Yang should stand with them.

The long-standing contradictions and suspicion made the craftsmen's eyes flash endless anger.

At this moment, Wang Yang is no longer their leader, not now, and not in the future.

Not only was it not their leader, but their enemy, he was fighting the little boy like this. This was absolutely unacceptable.

"Woo!" The tall man roared and rushed towards Wang Yang with the others.

Wang Yang looked at them in disappointment. He waved his hand suddenly and took it down!

Amid his cold shout, everyone behind him surrounded him, and with more people and stronger power than them, they defeated the craftsmen like a destruction.

"Bang bang bang!" The craftsmen were very crazy and started fighting with the people in the tribe.

They fought fiercely and strongly, but what they faced was a stronger human being.

Every craftsman was hit hard by his fist and a severe pain came from his body.

But this time, they were really crazy. If there were stone tools, they would definitely use them without any worries.

It was precisely because of this that Wang Yang's anger was delayed until after taking away their weapons.

People in the tribe did not use weapons because Wang Yang did not make a killing gesture. If he just beat him, it would be enough to have a bare hands and fist.

"Bang!" The tall man's stomach took a punch, and he bent down and punched him in the face. He fell down, but he opened his mouth like crazy and bit his feet.

He continued to bite without biting.

Such a scene happens to every craftsman, constantly being beaten and constantly trying his best to fight back.

Not long after, the craftsmen fell to the ground one by one and could not move.

"All tied up!"

...

The night view of nature is always extremely gorgeous, with stars everywhere in the sky, the Milky Way like a ribbon, and the scenery like a fairy tale can only be seen in this world.

If it was in the white salt ground at this time, the starlight shone on the blue water, it would have been even more beautiful.

But even with such a beautiful view, Wang Yang didn't even raise his head, and sat silently beside the bonfire, eating in a depressed manner.

Not far away, the craftsmen were tied up and sat on the ground, staring at Wang Yang with angry eyes.

A little further away is the patrol team. They did not pay much attention to the incapacitated craftsmen, but firmly fulfilled their duties and paid attention to them.

The orthologist asked Wang Yang, what should those craftsmen do to deal with it, and whether they should kill them all?

Wang Yang shook his head and kept them a life for the time being.

The orthologist asked him again, how to deal with the prepared food and tools?

Wang Yang said, keep it first and then talk about it later.

He stood up and came to the craftsmen. Facing their angry gazes, Wang Yang was full of disgust, these sperm-burdened bastards!

They wanted to use force against that woman, that was the one who hurts them. This was the bottom line that Wang Yang could not tolerate, and they were also provoking things.

After that, the little boy's killer behavior was far beyond Wang Yang's bottom line.

At this time, Wang Yang came to the tall man, untied his hands, and said nothing, and drew pictures on the ground.

He drew copper ore and asked him where the copper ore was.

The tall man looked at it and turned his head coldly, not wanting to tell Wang Yang at all.

Wang Yang stretched out his hand to him and asked him to obey him. He clenched his other hand into a fist and warned him that he would be beaten if he did not obey his orders.

But obviously, this warning lacks strength. For the tall man who has been used to being beaten, he roared and punched Wang Yang in the face.

Wang Yang blocked him with one hand and smashed him into cooked shrimp with one punch.

He nodded to an adult beside him, and the adult immediately stepped forward and tied the tall man up.

Wang Yang came to another craftsman and loosened her hands.

This is a female craftsman who is often regarded as a symbol of honor by Wang Yang. She is only taken to sleep with her and does not do anything else.

He asked the female craftsman to draw the position of the copper mine, but the female craftsman just roared at him and ignored his problems.

Not only her, but other craftsmen were also roaring at Wang Yang.

"Not drawing? It doesn't matter. Don't eat anymore. You'll stop drawing it until you finish drawing it!" Wang Yang shook his hand in dissatisfaction and returned to the side.

On this day, the craftsmen passed by in pain and hunger.

At noon the next day, Wang Yang came to them again and asked them to draw.

He held the fragrant roasted sweet potato and ate it slowly, squinting his eyes at the craftsmen.

The craftsmen were still yelling and yelling. If they could speak, they would definitely be all kinds of abuse.

Wang Yang closed his eyes slightly, and the scorching temperature, mixed with an irritable breath, submerged him, as if his patience and mood were assimilated, and it was unbearable.

Sweat flowed down from his forehead, from his hair, from his shoulders, and from his back.

"The weather is very hot, you... don't need to drink water!"

Leave!

The poisonous sun transformed into a cold god of death at this moment. Its light no longer has vitality, but endless murderous intent, and it is sunk tightly on the craftsmen.

In just over an hour, the craftsmen were like frost and eggplant, lowering their heads, sweat dripping, and lacking strength in their bodies.

Under extreme conditions, the body's dependence on water is more important than food. When you are hungry, people can persist for a week.

But people who have not yet entered the drip can only last for three or four days. If this is in the tropical area near the equator, the time will be much shorter.

One afternoon, the craftsmen's lips became severely dry and had white skin, and their throats and throats were smoking. People with weak constitutions all had mild dehydration.

It’s nothing they have to eat. As long as they endure it, their bodies will automatically consume fat and will not be hungry after a while.

But if my body has no water, I will be thirsty.

Wang Yang came to them again and asked them whether they would draw or not?

Perhaps it was not yet on the verge of death, the craftsmen were surprisingly tough and were still firing at Wang Yang with the already hoarse voice.

"Okay, it's hard enough! It depends on how many days you can hold on!" Wang Yang left sneered.

He asked the craftsmen to draw pictures, but he did not really intend to leave according to the map. This was unrealistic for primitive humans with weak sense of distance.

What he wants is an attitude and a submissive attitude. As long as he accepts it, he can let them lead the way and find copper mines.

Another day later, many craftsmen had already fallen to the ground and could no longer move. Their breath was very weak and their eyes were blinking weakly.

In such tropical high temperature climates, one and a half are their limits, enough to make them feel the crisis of possible death at any time.

The ground was a little wet, that was their urine, and some people were planning to suck away the water.

Wang Yang asked someone to make a bowl of water, took it, put it on their mouths, dipped it in water with his fingers, and flicked it onto their lips.

As if feeling the sudden wetness, the craftsmen woke up one after another, had the motivation, opened their eyes and saw a bowl of clear water.

They stretched their necks and drank them. Whenever they were about to get closer, the bowl of water would go a little back. They stretched over and the bowl of water would go a little back.

Then they noticed a pair of feet wearing straw sandals, raised their heads, and saw Wang Yang's expressionless face.

"Draw, or not?"

On the side, the little boy moved, his nose bridge collapsed, his eyes were blind, and his whole body was basically considered useless, and his face was still swollen like a pig's head.
Chapter completed!