The tiny sound of the snake's corpse falling to the ground echoed softly in the cave for a moment, but it was meaningless to Luo Jiujiang, whose hearing was blocked.
He closed his eyes, ignoring the creatures entangled on his arms and calves, and the approaching snakes, as if he was lost in the aftertaste of that knife.
"Little bastard." How did he develop this habit of making a joke before doing anything serious? Luo Cang snorted lightly, and from his tone, it was clear that he was in a completely different mood from before.
At this moment, this matter was only noticed by the two of them: Luo Jiujiang's knife just now accurately landed on the green snake's vital point.
After the recollection, Luo Jiujiang's next cut, and the next cut... Each of his cuts was as calculated as he had calculated it, accurately cutting each long snake in half at the seven-inch point.
After his most important and direct senses of vision and hearing were blocked, this judgment that seemed to come from the heart replaced Luo Jiujiang's eyes and ears and became his perception.
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This time, Luo Cang did not add more snakes into the cave.
So after an hour, Luo Jiujiang finally got the long-awaited rest.
He sat down against a relatively dry corner, took out a bag of water from his storage bag, washed his hands, let out a long breath, his face full of fatigue after a long fight.
In the mirror in front of Luo Cang, he could clearly see Luo Jiujiang's expression as he tried to muster up his spirits, his fingers trembling unconsciously due to exhaustion, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and he could also hear...
There were several clear rumbling sounds from the other person's stomach.
Luo Cang's eyes moved slightly.
He had just sealed Luo Jiujiang's sense of taste and smell for his own good. After three days in this place, the child's only food would be the snakes he had just killed. Because of the poisonous creatures kept here, open flames were not allowed. The most delicate preparation was to peel the snake skin and chew it raw.
There was no fishy smell and no taste of blood, and even though the taste was all the cold and slippery taste of raw meat, it made Luo Jiujiang feel better.
He'd been through the same thing before, but back then, he didn't have to worry about the number of venomous snakes. The number and effectiveness of the antidote pills were limited, and there was always the possibility of a backstabbing attack. Only his hearing and vision were blocked, and to maintain his strength, he had to devour raw snake meat...
However, Luo Cang felt a little reluctant to copy everything to Luo Jiujiang.
Was he too much like that person? Or was he just too likable? Even if he was truly furious, he couldn't suppress the even stronger feeling of fondness and pride.
"Never mind. He's not like me back then. No need to be so harsh." Luo Cang lowered his eyes and casually summoned a long snake with stripes like bamboo joints. The snake meekly lowered its head before Luo Cang and steadily held the bag of dry food that Luo Cang had placed on its head.
As expected, the heart of an old man softens. Luo Cang laughed at himself and said, "Send it to him."
As soon as he finished speaking, before the bamboo snake crawled into the hole, Luo Jiujiang shook his head lightly, looking like he had perked up a little, and then took out half a fragrant, crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and tempting in color from his storage bag.
No time passed in the storage bag, so the roast chicken still retained its original appearance when it was put in. Even the white steam rising from it was clearly visible, not to mention the fat that was slowly flowing down Luo Jiujiang's wrist.
Luo Cang: “…”
He is really not as miserable as I was back then!
Luo Cang was silent for two seconds, then pulled back the dry food that was on the snake's head. The bamboo snake didn't know why its head felt lighter, and it stared at Luo Cang for a long time with its eyes bulging, its body subconsciously bouncing upwards.
"Go back." Luo Cang said unhappily.
Looking at Luo Jiujiang in the mirror again, he was sighing in a serious manner while biting the chicken - Luo Cang knew what he was thinking without having to think about it. It was just a pity that his five senses were blocked and he couldn't taste the food, which was a waste of food.
The two have been together for so long that the master and disciple have gained enough understanding of each other, which is really gratifying.
Luo Cang stared at the mirror for a few more seconds, and after confirming that Luo Jiujiang had swallowed the most tender and fat chicken leg, Luo Cang clapped his hands lightly, and in the blink of an eye, another rain of snakes appeared at the entrance of the cave.
Eat whatever you want, get up and practice!
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