Just like their monks, although they are also human beings, they are different from ordinary people.

If you want to progress in cultivation, you have to fight.

Giving up a stable and comfortable life is also one of the costs.

The rain outside the house is getting heavier and heavier.

The telegraph machine felt a little melancholy.

"Then Master... your goal now is to become strong, but what happens after you become strong? What is really strong? How about... as a human being, although you need to have a long-term vision, you must also look at the present!"

No one knows what the future will look like.

If you think about the future blindly... isn't it a wrong kind of stubbornness?

So, sometimes people see too clearly, which may not be a good thing.

Sometimes being too self-reliant may not be a good thing.

"Boom!"

A roar of thunder was deafening.

Chen Heng kept running wildly in the dark night, his fur soaked by the rain and sticking to his body.

He was covered in scars and finally had to fall under a big tree.

His vision was getting blurry, and Chen Heng wanted to stand up, but he didn't have the slightest strength.

"Woo."

After struggling several times, he fell to the ground again.

He was unwilling to do so.

He tried to get up, but the wound infection and excessive blood loss made him feverish and dizzy.

The events in front of me began to blur and turn black.

Early in the morning, the birds outside the cave began to chirp.

Sheng Ling got up early and it was already sunny outside.

The weather was quite good, which made the orcs of the Silver Wolf tribe breathe a sigh of relief.

Sheng Ling had just made a breakthrough in cultivation, and he had the urge to go out and test how much stronger he had become.

Therefore, after the hunting team in the tribe left, he ran away secretly.

If she wanted to avoid those orcs, there was still a way.

As he walked through the forest, he felt that his speed was about twice as fast, which made Sheng Ling's mouth curl up.

When she sees familiar plants along the way, she will also pick some.

Near noon, she hunted a pheasant and began to pluck the feathers to make a roast chicken.

I had better luck along the way and got a small jar of honey.

After the pheasant is cooked, coated with honey, and some condiments added, Sheng Ling begins roasting it, coating it with a few more layers of honey in the middle.

The sweet smell comes out.

"Swiss, swiss, swish!"

The sound of rustling from the grass made Sheng Ling turn around suddenly.

The place where she stayed was not far from the Silver Wolf tribe, and there were generally no ferocious beasts in this area, let alone Warcraft.

"Swiss, swiss, swish!"

There were a few more rustling sounds. Sheng Ling squinted his eyes and looked over with his consciousness.

After seeing clearly what it was, his consciousness couldn't help but pause for a moment.

A small lump of yellow stuff was struggling to move in her direction.

Judging from the effort he put in and the mud and blood stains covering his upper and lower parts, he must have been seriously injured.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The little guy moved based on instinct, using all his strength.

Sheng Ling frowned slightly.

She is not an orc. To be honest, in the Silver Wolf tribe, she couldn't recognize the orc cubs several times.

Because some of the cubs are too young, have low intelligence, and have not yet transformed.

making it easy for her to compartmentalize them with the beasts.

Sheng Ling looked around again.

This is near the Silver Wolf Tribe, so there's no guarantee that some playful orc cubs didn't run out.

Sheng Ling picked up the roasted chicken and slowly approached the small lump.

As I got closer, I could see it more clearly.

After taking a closer look, I found that they looked like little tiger cubs.

Thinking that there were only three tiger beasts in the tribe, I lifted the back of the tiger cub's neck.

Sheng Ling planned to take it back first and confirm with them later.
Chapter completed!