The heart of the leaf is as hot as being immersed in a pan of oil.

The brain felt like it was filled with ice cubes, tingling and calming.

The gleaming little figures found on the murals in the cave seemed to be jumping around before his eyes, advising him.

Soon, these little shining people gathered together to look like my brother.

"Ye Zi, we are rat people, and our strength is destined not to be as strong as the clan warriors."

The elder brother said, "What's more, even if we exercise a hundred times our brute strength, how many clan warriors can we defeat - five, ten, or twenty?

"Unable to use the power of totem, the power of flesh and blood is limited after all.

"But as long as we learn to use our brains, the power of wisdom is unlimited."

My brother is right.

The leaves crawled in the rancid sewage, quietly observing and thinking.

He remembered a dangerous game that teenagers often played in the mountain village.

In every round of fruiting of every Datura tree, there is always one fruit that is particularly plump, sweet and juicy.

Moreover, the appearance is golden and beautiful.

Such "golden fruits" usually grow at the top of the tree crown.

Teenagers like to give orders and sprint towards the top of the tree crown at the same time to see who can pick the golden fruit first.

Ye Zi is a winning general in this game.

But his secret is not how fast he is, how agile he is, or how powerful he is.

——Although the proverb of the Turan people does not include the sentence "the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them", but Ye Zi also knows that if he behaves particularly brightly from the beginning, others will target him, push him, and pull him

He clung to his ankle while climbing.

Think calmly and observe carefully.

These two things are always more important than speed and power.

Soon, the chaotic scene of people fighting for each other gradually became clear in Ye Zi's eyes.

That's right, almost all the red-eyed rat people are bigger than him, and they seem to be proficient in various killing techniques.

Because of this, they didn't pay attention to the little thing Ye Zi at all.

They were still staring at each other.

And among the newcomers, he is the most powerful and dangerous person with the most murderous intent.

In order to compete for the fried mandala fruit, they howled like wild beasts and hugged each other tightly.

Because the space was too small, there was no room for them to use their moves. They could only use the simplest and crudest methods, scratching, kicking, and biting each other.

The bites caused blood to flow to the head, broken tendons and bones, and wounds to the intestines and stomach.

Although the combat effectiveness is not comparable to that of the Bloodhoof Warriors.

But the murderous aura that grew from the deepest depths of darkness was even worse.

Ye Zi saw several big men being surrounded by four or five rat people. They were quickly bitten to pieces and withdrew from the competition.

I also saw a few rat people with scars on their bodies and a particularly cold aura, and successfully caught a few fried mandala fruits.

They carefully retreated to the corner and squatted against the wall. While they were devouring, they were alert to their surroundings and would not join in the fight for the time being.

I also saw several fried mandala fruits falling into the sewage and being fished out by about seventy or eighty paws. However, they were floating around in the sewage and were not fished out for a long time.

Fighting for such fried datura fruits is a thankless fool's errand, and the leaves won't do it!

He observed the entire cage with great patience, and finally locked his target.

They were two rat people of similar stature and fighting equally well.

One of them had already picked up a fried mandala fruit in his hand and put it into his mouth with all his strength.

The other person held his wrist tightly and pressed his hard forehead against his mouth, trying to snatch the fried mandala fruit away.

They are as inseparable as Siamese twins.

There must be a confrontation until both sides lose.

"That's them."

Ye Zi narrowed his eyes and quietly sneaked through the sewage.

The shining little person in his mind turned into shining lines and arrows, scurrying around inside his body.

Unknowingly, it was changing his flesh, flesh and bones.

Something incredible happened.

The bones of the leaves seemed to have all dissolved, and the whole person became extremely soft.

It was obvious that all the rat people were huddled together, like a big solid mountain of flesh.

Inside the mountain of meat, there were still punches and kicks, and violent collisions between knees and teeth.

However, the leaves easily squeezed in through the gaps between the people.

Even if he was hit hard by seemingly fierce elbows and knees.

His vital parts will also sink inward like a conditioned reflex at the critical moment.

Just like that, Ye Zi stretched and retracted freely and sneaked up to the two rat people who were confronting each other.

He reached out from under the sewage.

The arms seemed to have no joints and quickly exceeded the limit of length.

It even looked like a real python, turning three or five corners and reaching angles that no one expected.

The surroundings were extremely chaotic, with everyone focusing on the fried mandala fruits and each other's red-hot eyes.

No one noticed that this little guy with an ordinary appearance was fishing in troubled waters.

"It's now!"

Ye Zi's eyes suddenly widened, his shoulders sank, and from the sewage, he slammed into the legs of the red-eyed ratman who was clinging to the fried mandala fruit.

The red-eyed rat citizen didn't expect someone to sneak up on him in the sewage. He was caught off guard and fell backwards.

He still couldn't bear to let go.

But the "old enemy" on the opposite side has already pounced on him.

More red-eyed rat people rushed over each other, layer upon layer, and pushed the two of them to the bottom.

But they all came to nothing.

At the moment when the red-eyed rat people finally let go.

The right arm, whose leaves are longer than the trunk of an elephant, actually extended the distance by half an arm again, and caught the fried datura fruit just right!

"Got it!"

Ye Zi was ecstatic.

He hurriedly let the flashing lines and arrows in his body flow in the opposite direction, trying to take his arm back.

but--

After all, his "ability" is just for beginners, no one teaches him, and sometimes it works well but sometimes it doesn't work.

He was also hungry and scarred, which seriously affected his performance.

Although he successfully retracted his arm.

The speed is a little slower.

Let other red-eyed rat people discover——

"This kid got something to eat!"

Dozens of red-eyed rat people who had not grabbed any food all turned their half-hungry, half-angry gazes towards the leaves.

Although others also have uneaten fried mandala fruits in their hands.

But this little guy is obviously the easiest target to attack.

Ye Zi's heart sank to the bottom.

He held the fried mandala fruit in his hands, buried his head in it greedily, and took a deep breath.

The chubby mother appeared in front of him again, holding a large dustpan of fried mandala fruit sticks and looking at him with a smile.

"Eat it, Ye Zi." Mom said with a smile.

"Eat it, Ye Zi." My brother said with a smile.

"Oh my, the fried mandala fruit sticks made by Ye Zi's mother are getting more and more delicious!" Anjia, whose cheeks were bulging, stared at her big round eyes and said vaguely.

The leaves are touching the heart.
To be continued...