"You have no chance..." As soon as you walked out of the door, Dazhao stepped forward and leaned against Gao Feng's ear and said gloomyly. After saying that, he ignored Gao Feng's big strides and walked forward.

Huoya looked at Gao Feng and then at the back of Big Claw. He didn't know what Big Claw meant, but Gao Feng understood that he was discovered by Big Claw because of his trembling. Big Claw believed that he could not pass the assessment and would definitely be demoted to a Kinu.

Thinking of the fate of the Chinu, Gao Feng felt a burning pain in his palm. The composition of the Black Claw Tribe was simple. The leader and tribal warriors had not yet become the attendant of the warriors. The remaining classes were the pro-slaves and Chinu.

The status of the pro-slaves is above the cheon and is the followers of the warriors. They are the attendants who fail to assess the assessment, mostly relatives or friends of tribal warriors, which is equivalent to the identity of the housekeeper and entourage. If the pro-slaves make contributions one day, they may become tribal warriors.

The chenus were the most miserable group of people. Most of them were slaves after the defeat, sinners who committed mistakes, wanderers captured from the wilderness, without clothes to cover their bodies, they could not fill their stomachs all day long, drink the dirtiest water, and have no house for them to live in. On the coldest nights in the wilderness, they could only bury themselves in the pile of animal feces to keep warm, just like a group of dirty and smelly mice.

"Three Claws, if I fail, you accept me as a slave. I will give you a clutch and you won't be able to support you in vain..." Kuoya didn't have the confidence to kill three deserted warriors at once, and couldn't help but say, Gao Feng frowned slightly, and said in confusion: "How could you think I could succeed?"

"Because you are three claws..." Huoya replied seriously.

"Because I am three claws? Am I three claws or Gao Feng? Who am I?" Gao Feng closed the door fiercely, looked at the dark and stuffy space and roared in his heart, but no one could answer him. He was walking wildly in this small and cramped room, trying to find the answer urgently, who was he?

The headache that caused his head to hurt again came again. Gao Feng hugged his head and let out a heart-wrenching howl. The invasion of the headache made him feel that he was about to split. Everything in the narrow room was spinning, and even the bed began to spiral. In the lenses that seemed to split countless fast, he saw strange and hideous faces howling wildly, like wounded beasts, countless selfs, countless portraits that were not themselves, constantly spinning in front of his eyes in howls...

In this severe pain, beads of soybean-sized sweat came out of his skin all over his body. He wanted to give up more than once. Black claws' cold eyes and the fate of Chenu made him grit his teeth and continue to persevere.

The picture became faster and faster, and flashed in his mind, and new information surged in his mind like a fountain, and many things he ignored were also remembered. Suddenly, he remembered that important thing.

The peak of pain lying on the ground was squirming like a bug. He wanted to find his true self and solve the troubles he was about to encounter, but he did not expect that the fragments in his memory did not have a way to solve the difficulties. Even so, he was not desperate. At least, he was no longer as confused as before, and had more confidence in himself. After enduring this pain that made his head explode, his mind became much stronger, and at least he dared to face his current self.

Slowly climbed to the front of the bed, held the bed board with both hands and turned over to the bed, stared at the flat metal box that was crossing the bedside and gasped loudly. Just one action, like a juicer, squeezed out all his strength, and the dizziness made everything in front of him blurry. He had to stare hard to avoid seeing anywhere else.

He knew what this was, a first aid kit that had been forgotten for many years, and a thing that overlapped with reality and memory might not matter to his current difficulties, but it gave him more confidence in retrieving himself. He was him, not three claws, not others, but peaks.

The box is rust and mottled, and the hidden locks on the edges are integrated with the box under the rust. It is extremely difficult to find out if you do not observe carefully. Find the small and sharp steel wire and slowly cut the rust on the lock, revealing a bright metal background. Sweat flows along the forehead to the tip of the nose, slightly suspended, and then drips on the box and splashes a wet mark.

Spots of sweat kept spilling on the box. Gao Feng breathed a sigh of relief and finally opened the box.

Gao Feng wanted to find something that coincided with his memory, but unexpectedly found a black yellow paper. At this moment, his heart was filled with curiosity, forgot about the pain before, and focused on uncovering the yellow paper, looking for the true self in his heart.

The pistol wrapped in solidified butter appeared in front of him. The moment the pistol appeared, his pupils suddenly shrank. He had unexpected familiarity with the black and sedimented pistol. Although there was no specific impression of the picture in his mind, he felt like he had seen his beloved treasure.

If you don’t think about how the first aid kit will turn into a weapon box, the pistol after peeling off the butter is cold and heavy, holding it in your hand, in this strange world, he actually felt a long-lost sense of security, as if with the weapons in his hand, he could face any challenge, even the black claws, and not be afraid. Of course, this sense of security is false, but it is more useful than mission encouragement, making him forget the fear of becoming a cheon, and forget the confusion and panic of being in a strange world.

The orange bullets exited from the chamber, as if they were admiring the peerless jewelry. They greedily glanced at each bullet. The right hand holding the gun was strong and powerful, which was different from the feeling of holding a cold weapon. The pistol was like the extension of his arm, allowing him to master this cold killing weapon at the first time.

In addition to a pistol, two magazines, there was also a sharp serrated saber fifty centimeters long. This weapon was also familiar to him, but it did not have the feeling brought by a pistol. He picked up the saber and subconsciously flipped and hovered between his fingers, instantly mastering the center of gravity and how to use the saber. A new feeling struck his mind. He seemed to remember that at some point, the same saber flew around in his hands, cutting through the necks of fully armed enemies...

"Ha..., it turns out that the real me is not simple..." The killing scene swiftly, causing a severe pain in the head. In this severe pain, Gao Feng's expression did not change, but instead narrowed his eyes like enjoyment, exuding a cold and cold murderous intent like black claws.

I suddenly opened my eyes, and all the confusion and panic disappeared, with a little sharp determination. Although I still couldn't figure out my origin, I was no longer confused in my heart, and finally had the determination to take the initiative to walk out of the room.

Thinking of setting out in the afternoon to meet unknown challenges, Gao Feng slowly adjusted himself and dissipated all the depression accumulated over time. No one taught him this adjustment, but he spontaneously understood it, as if he was originally hidden deep in his body, just like a veteran who had been through many battles enjoying the final comfort.

While adjusting his state, his eyes stared at the flowers in the corner of the room. This was a waste plant recognized by the wilderness. The sacred flower is also the most beautiful flower he has ever seen. The light blue petals are like a girl's orchid fingers are naturally bent, with a pure and pleasant mellow flower language. The wilderness doesn't know how to appreciate it, but he moved this flower that can resist the heat and cold into the room, just because in a daze, he still has a soul of discovering beauty.

In an unknown place, the sacred flower is not enough to make him put aside his worries and appreciate the beauty. The main reason is that he has an indescribable closeness to this sacred flower. There seems to be some kind of unimpossible connection between the two sides, which is also his main pastime to pass the time these days.

Squatting in front of the wood squids, gently caressing the silky petals, the palm of his left hand began to burn again, like a baking feeling on a charcoal block, but under his palm was the charming and fragile wood squids. Obviously, this effect did not come from external forces, but from himself.

As usual, I calmly hang my left hand on the flower, feeling the increasingly strong heat, and looking forward to something that can happen. The heat has a critical point. Whenever it reaches a critical moment, it will always stagnate until it slowly disappears.

I don’t know if there is a wound in the palm of my palm. The place that prevents the heat from heating is the wound. I couldn’t help but think of the dream. When I was seven years old, when I was seven years old, the big claw pierced a sharp bone spur into the palm of the three claws for a very ordinary piece of gerbil meat. The three claws were like a small lion in the severe pain, pulling out the bone spur across the cheeks of the big claws, leaving scars that are difficult to eliminate in a lifetime.

When he thought about this, all the memories stopped there. He didn't know what happened later. He didn't know how hatred caused the young three claws to be so hurt. He couldn't help but a gust surged out into his brain, wishing he could rush out and kill the big claws now. After a while, Gao Feng suppressed this gust in his heart. This was the hatred of the three claws, not his gust. Even if this body was three claws, he was the controller, and he did not allow the remaining thoughts of the three claws to take away the initiative.

The momentary trance made him forget the palm of his palm on the petals. Suddenly, the palm of his palm trembled and turned into a cold and cold cold, making him think that today's experiment failed again, but he did not expect that the beautiful wood flower would also wither, just like the dead grass of the next year, and in his palm, light blue water droplets were suspended.

The peanut-sized water droplets are the essence contained in the sacred flower. Under the peak thoughts, they were like a lively ball of light flying around the fingertips. The next moment, they were swept on the wall with a wave and turned into a little water stain, but they emitted a pungent and unpleasant smell, which made him laugh and cry, and he did something stupid.

Gao Feng looked at the dry sacred flowers in his mind, and the information about sacred flowers flashed through his heart. It is not uncommon in the wilderness. It blooms during the day and closes the stamens at night to resist the severe cold. It is toxic. No insects or animals will eat it. Even if it is treated as firewood, it will emit thick smoke like a biological weapon, turning the kitchen into a hell on earth.

The experiment was considered a success, but for Gao Feng, it had no meaning, and there was no surprise for this incredible ability. The wood-sacred flower is still a wood-sacred flower. Even if it is refined to make people look at each other, he dared not swallow it, but he could not get any benefits from it, which made people feel a little disappointed.

Just as he was breathing for this small setback, a cry of tits came from outside: "Three claws, let's get weapons and armor. If we go too late, the good things will be gone..."
Chapter completed!