When I gradually withdrew from the consciousness of the dream and returned to Lu Yan's own consciousness, I finally remembered what I had been ignoring all along.

Little Red.

Blood Gathering Gu, the reason why I keep repeating my dreams is because of this thing, and where is this little thing when I'm behind bars?

Stretching out my hand, the gadget fluttered in front of me.

Its eighteen tentacles intertwined with my hand, and as I closed my eyes, images flooded into my mind.

I could see that it had been hiding in the body of the wyvern, following the army to a place called the dragon's lair, and had been waiting for its chance.

However, the precautions here are far stronger than the palace under the glacier, and everywhere there is a rune array.

These things, originally used to control those flying dragons, have now become an obstacle to Xiaohong's convergence with me, and it has been hiding in Tibet for the past few days, just afraid of being caught and exposing itself.

It knows that it is my only hole card, and if it is discovered, I will never be able to turn over.

It was only at this point that it finally found a gap and slipped in.

Judging by the images provided to me by Xiaohong, I suddenly felt a sense of despair.

The earth is vast, and this dragon's lair is the most crucial link in the Mormons' control of so many places, and only with these pterodactyls that can fly in the underworld, they can have more speed and more control.

So the guards of this place are more tightly guarded than I thought.

And I learned that every tamed wyvern is precious, and even more precious than these wyverns are the skilled riders.

The loss I inflicted on the Mormons this time was huge, and in that sense, they didn't let me go.

In other words, all the promises made to me by that General Axiu were nothing more than lies.

She took me to the Monkey Mountain of the Bru Tribe, and if Fifth Brother, Erchun and the others did not show up, she would definitely not hesitate to cut off my head as an example.

Killing chickens to show monkeys, this is the greatest meaning of my existence at the moment.

I was silent, took the Gathering Blood Gu into my body, and silently rested my spirit, waiting for the last moment of my life.

After another two days, the cell door opened, and the big man from before came over, rolled my eyelids, and shouted in a rough voice: "Don't play dead here, stand up, and come with me." ”

I was almost pulled up by him, and then he pulled my hands back and tied them tightly with leather ropes.

Pushing me out of the cell door, I walked all the way through the cave, and walked for about a quarter of an hour, until I came to a concave basin outside.

Where, there are ten huge flying dragons with a wingspan of four or five meters waiting here, each of which has a driver in black leather armor on its body, and above the huge red flying dragon in front of it, General Ah Xiu, whom I know, stands out.

When she saw me, she squinted for a long time, took out a mask that covered most of her face, put it on herself, and then waved her hand violently.

I was pushed onto an idle wyvern by the big man, and he rode with him, flicking the reins.

Takeoff!

General Ah Xiu raised his voice and roared, and suddenly there was a rising air flow from the entire Wyvern team, and then the Wyvern under me began to rush forward, and then soared.

I was tied behind my back, and when I saw the wyverns on the left and right, I was constantly thinking about something.

At this time, if I let Xiaohong attack suddenly and seize control of this flying dragon, will I be able to escape?

I pondered this idea for a long time, but eventually gave up.

I had also let Xiaohong control the flying dragon before, but in the end, I was paid by General Na Xiu and thrown into a cage, and I was controlled by others.

The body of the flying dragon controlled by Xiaohong is stiff and cannot adapt quickly, so under the processing of the rest of the nine-headed flying dragons, it is absolutely impossible to escape.

There is only one chance, and I can't waste it on a move that doesn't have any hope.

I was silent, quietly waiting for my opportunity.

As the dragon floated and staggered through the air, I could feel the gaze of the people around me from time to time.

Their wariness of me has not been lightened by my weakness.

They are not forgetful people, and naturally know what happened to me the other day when I controlled the Wyvern and killed and wounded their companions.

Along the way, I didn't have any chances, and the group of dragons finally arrived safely at their destination, Monkey Mountain.

This group of people and horses circled in the sky for three or two minutes before they landed.

When they landed, on the flat ground of Monkey Mountain, there were already countless black heads waiting here, welcoming everyone's arrival.

After landing, I saw the so-called Monkey Mountain, which is the settlement of the Bru people.

In addition to the strange rocks, there are many strange trees between the rocks, which are more than ten meters high, and the branches bear bunches of fruit, which are long and narrow, a little like bananas, and a little like the bread tree fruit that I have heard of before.

There are quite a lot of bru people in Monkey Mountain, and at a glance, they are black and oppressive, and there are these gorilla-like races everywhere on the flat ground, on the rocks, and on the trunks of trees.

I kind of feel like I'm looking at the planet of the apes.

After landing, the flying dragon general Ah Xiu turned over, and immediately a group of very majestic and old Bru people stepped forward to communicate with her.

The conversation between the two sides is a bit similar to Tibetan, and there are quite a few changes, and I don't understand it very well.

But judging from the gesture exchange between the two sides, I know that General Ah Xiu should be implementing the plan that her head gave me before.

After hearing this, the old orangutan at the head shook his head desperately in refusal, while General Ah Xiu only sneered.

She didn't come here this time to discuss things with anyone.

She's just announcing her decision.

In this land, no matter how much the people below make a fuss, they must admit one thing, and that is the rule of Mormonism, which is the most fundamental thing, and they rely on force in their own hands.

If you resist, wait for death.

After a stalemate, the old orangutan with a sad face finally chose to compromise.

It marched into the mountains with tears on its face, and General Axiu was like a proud conqueror, patrolling every bru gorilla present with his eyes.

In her eyes, these strange-looking beings are not human beings at all, nor do they deserve the power of human beings.

We ended up at a totem pole.

I saw the totem pole, it wasn't very tall, it was about a foot high, it was a stubby trunk, the bark of which had been shaved down, and a craftsman had carved a lifelike orangutan on it.

The orangutan had a very expressive face, his eyes full of kindness and kindness, while the parts of his body were very abstract.

In addition to the orangutan statue, there are many small reliefs on the totem pole, as if to describe a war, or something, because of the angle, I can't see it very clearly.

I don't know if it's the totem pole they say they call it, but I can feel that it has a magical power.

Within five meters, the Qi field is completely different.

It is the heart of a circle in itself.

In the distance of the totem pole, there were rows and rows of low tables with wine and not very good food, and the big man had a pillar fetched, and he plunged me into the earth, and tied me to the pillar.

After doing this, they ran to the table where the food and drinks were prepared.

General Ah Xiu chatted with the old orangutan for a while, and after the subordinates were seated, she came up to me and said the only thing to me: "I will still give you eight hours, and if they don't show up by then, I won't be polite." If you spare your life, cry out louder, and the more you cry and beg harder, the more likely you are to survive......"

With that, she patted me on the cheek and turned away.

I was tied to a wooden post, and I stood hanging in the air, tiptoe to the ground, and stood with great difficulty, but without saying a word.

I remembered a passage I learned in elementary school.

Man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather.

If I remember correctly, it should be what Sima Qian said, at that time, he should have been tortured by the palace and could not be a person, and even so, he still wrote the strange book "Historical Records" that made countless people admire and be ashamed, and spread the fire of Chinese civilization.

Countless contemporaries of him have withered, but the name of this gentleman has been passed down.

Will I beg for mercy?

Maybe I used to do that, but now I don't.

If a person lives for a breath and dies, why should he grovel and linger and die like that?

I closed my eyes, and after a while, as if dissatisfied with my actions, a large man approached me and raised the leather whip that I had used to ride the dragon.

Syllable!

The whip exploded in the air and then whipped me on the back, a sharp pain that suddenly invaded my nerves and made my whole body tense.

This is just the beginning.

Then the men began to whip me continuously, and in turns, outside of the range of the totem pole, they whipped me for hours.

I didn't even say a word.

At first, the people who accompanied me were still expressionless when they saw me, but later, everyone's face was full of respect.

Everywhere they go, people worship hard bones.

Time passed little by little, and General Ah Xiu was bored, so he put one hand on the desk, supported his cheeks, and closed his eyes sleepily, and it didn't take long for me to suddenly see a little more different colors in the crowd of the Bru tribe.