Yingmeng watched helplessly as the vultures began to move, and they began to approach her hand. Each time they took a small cautious step, and then after waiting for a while, they found that she was not moving, and then took another step forward.

Yingmeng couldn't help but laugh at himself.

The weak eat the strong, this is the law of nature.

I need a . Without a , I am a weakling. And they need food, and I am a fresh delicacy in their eyes. No one is at fault, and everyone is innocent. In their eyes, I am just like Xuetang in my eyes.

There is no difference.

At this moment, a trace of clarity flashed through Yingmeng's mind.

For the first time, she saw a different direction.

Why struggle? Yes, she wants to live. This idea has never changed, and she will still live.

What she needs now is water, and isn't the nearest right in front of her?

At this moment, Ying Meng stopped struggling. Seeing that the prey could not move, the vultures approached her one after another.

"Aren't you going to struggle? Girl, this is a good idea. But do you want to become an animal that eats hair and drinks blood?"

"Go on, read my thoughts as you wish." Yingmeng closed her eyes and stopped struggling. "I'm in a good mood, so I don't care about my business."

Just when the first vulture opened its mouth and lowered its head to peck at her arm, Ying Meng used her last bit of strength to raise her hand and catch the vulture hard.

The vulture screamed, and a long blood mark appeared on its neck. It spread its wings and flew into the air. Other birds smelled the blood and pounced on their former companions without hesitation, not sparing them at all.

Fresh flesh and blood.

Yingmeng looked at the remaining flesh and blood on her fingertips. For the first time, what she saw was not the sinful blood, not the passing life, but the source of water. Yingmeng moved her hand with difficulty, and brought the source of life close to her chapped lips.

He stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly.

That's right, .

The moment the blood entered his mouth, something seemed to loosen in his brain, as if some seed had sprouted.

"A ferocious beast was caught by people when it was very young." At the same time, Yang Cang's voice sounded around him. "People tied it up with a thin rope, but for it it was already

It was a shackles that it couldn't get rid of. It struggled desperately, but to no avail, so in the end it chose to give up.

Later, it slowly grew up and turned into a huge beast. For it, this small rope could be broken with a slight tug, but it never struggled because it had determined that it could not break free.

Girl, what exactly is it tied up with? Is it really the rope?"

After regaining some energy, Ying Meng was in the mood to complain. This story looked very much like something from the Ghost Training Camp, or it really came from the Ghost Training Camp.

But why did she suddenly think of this story? Could it be that her brain...

Yingmeng squinted her eyes slightly, looked at the feathers scattered in the sky, and licked her chapped lips. She quickly threw that thought away. Now there was only a strong desire in her eyes, a desire for life, to live.

Look at the vultures that were quickly pecked clean. Water is so precious. Nature really doesn’t waste anything.

At this moment, she stared at the vulture with only deep desire. Look, 70% of this creature's body is water.

This vulture is huge

The body is no longer a threat, but a living, moving source of water.

Delicious flesh and blood, ample water, and hope of survival.

Such loyalty. The of a race can only be kept within this race, without wasting it at all. The flesh and blood of a life only belongs to this race and must not be leaked out.

"Looking at it from another perspective, an injured member will only hold back, and it is better to provide strength to the healthy member. It can be seen that everything in the world is driven by profit, even animals without intelligence are the same."

Yingmeng ignored Yang Cang's comments. All she could see now were the vultures and the source of water. It was the look of a predator looking at its prey, with endless desire.

Likewise, the vultures hovered over her head, staring at her with seeming annoyance.

They know what's going on.

All animals know what this bloodthirsty and greedy look means.

Indeed, they should feel angry because the prey they slaughtered suddenly turned into predators, eager to devour their flesh and blood, just like when you look at the fish on the knife board and suddenly jump up and want to eat you.

No, it's even more serious because this is a desert.

All s are so precious.

There is a huge right in front of you. It originally belonged to you, but now it stands up and wants to hunt you.

For vultures, what they lose is not just a meal and some water, but the chance to survive!

"Animal." Yingmeng sneered. "Did you see it? Yang Cang, I am an animal."

At the moment when this land almost killed her, Ying Meng realized that she was wrong, everyone before her was wrong, everyone was wrong.

There are never rules in this world. There are never rules in this world. There are no rules and no restrictions in every era.

Look, even the vultures flying above our heads understand this.

Yingmeng lay motionless on the ground, as if a powerful bow was at the end of its crossbow, and the counterattack just now was just an illusion.

The coldness of the desert night seeped into the thin clothes, and Yingmeng coughed or groaned from time to time.

The vultures were circling above, their yellow eyes staring straight at their prey, their black pupils shrunk to a single line, full of greed and concentration.

But there was no movement at all, it was just hovering above, not daring to make any moves for the time being, just waiting.

Ying Meng lay on the ground, closed her eyes, and slowly relaxed her muscles, as if she had just regained her light. She was patient and thought she would not lose to a group of vultures.

Soon a vulture landed on the ground tentatively. Ying Meng pressed her palms on the ground, a cold light flashed, and a sword shadow flashed by. She remained motionless, as if she was in shock.

Her cultivation level was blocked, her brain was severely depleted, and she had not been drinking water for a long time. Yingmeng's body had long been unable to hold on. She is not fainting now because she is holding on with perseverance. She will not faint because she wants to live.

Yingmeng opened her eyes. She couldn't hold it anymore, so she might as well take a gamble.

She looked at the vultures all over the sky, slowly raised her hand, and the shadow of the sword flashed across her hand. There were deep sword marks on her palm, and blood slowly flowed out.

The moment the blood came into contact with the air, Ying Meng felt that the water loss in her body had accelerated significantly, her face was no longer pale, and her figure shook again.

The smell of blood filled the air, it was faint, but it was obvious that the nutrients and water contained in this blood were very attractive to the vultures looking for food in the desert.

Finally, a vulture couldn't resist the temptation of blood and swooped down. Then Ying Meng flashed the sword in his hand and threw it at it. The shadow of the sword drew a curve, and then there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The corpse fell in Ying Meng's hand. Seeing the other vultures eager to try, Ying Meng bit off the neck of the vulture in front of them without hesitation.

Ruying hair and drinking blood, what is it if it is not clean? Yingmeng has no time to care now.

Because she knows she needs water and nutrition, and she wants to live.

The nutritional content in blood is beyond your imagination.

For a race, the moisture of an individual should belong to this race. Even if this race has not yet developed intelligence, the unwritten rules of the desert are still deeply imprinted in their souls.

Yingmeng's behavior is nothing more than a provocation to them, but it is also very shocking.

At this moment, in the hearts of the vultures, she is no longer a prey, but an equal predator with them. The weak will eat the strong, and it will depend on who will become whose dinner.

Yingmeng sneered in her heart. If her enemies knew that she was actually planning to scheming with the vulture, I wonder if the coffin board would still be able to hold it down.

Shadow Dream took advantage of the fear of vultures and quickly sucked the "moisture" from the corpse to quickly replenish energy.

Then several vultures swooped down with flapping wings and were soon chopped to the ground.

Sorry, Yingmeng's cultivation level was sealed, not that his understanding of Tao completely disappeared. The power of Tao alone is more than enough to deal with a few Turks who have not yet opened their spiritual intelligence.

It's a pity that the vultures couldn't see that Yingmeng was at the end of his strength, otherwise they wouldn't have tested them one by one and pounced on them in groups. It is estimated that Yingmeng would not be able to withstand it based on his current state.

However, would a population really sacrifice so many living beings for one prey?

After a while, the air was filled with blood, and the smell was so thick that other predators would soon be attracted.

The vulture circled in the sky several times, and finally left unwillingly.

Among the broken corpses and feathers on the ground, Yingmeng was half-kneeling on the ground, his body covered in blood and broken flesh.

The originally bright red robe was now slightly darker. Her hair was draped casually around her body, her eyes were slightly red, and she drank blood without any scruples.

Her stunning face was extremely pale at this moment. The solidified red blood clung tightly to her clothes, and there were traces of blood hanging from the corners of her mouth. She didn't know whether it was her own or...

Unspeakable embarrassment.

This picture is full of violence, blood, and depravity, but it also has a strange sense of beauty.

This poetic image allows violence to be presented in an aesthetic way, and this stunning form of expression makes it impossible to feel any concrete discomfort with the content.

It turns out that in the face of death, the so-called etiquette, dignity, and bearing are so ridiculous. What is the difference between her lying in blood and an animal?
Chapter completed!