Chapter 5736: The Hungry Cat

It was heartbreaking to see Li Rui getting beaten up like this. But he deserved it!

Finally, Wang Meng stopped and returned to Li Rui. Li Rui immediately threw a large piece of turkey on the ground. Wang Meng took it and started to eat it immediately. There was no other way. Now they had to ensure that they could replenish their food at any time. Otherwise, they would feel extremely weak due to hunger, which would lead to a strong desire to eat, and even eat anything they wanted.

Tang Feng stood up listlessly. His face was bruised and swollen. Wang Meng didn't hold back just now. You said that there is a kitchen here, but you made them eat the dead alive. How could Wang Meng spare him?

"Get a car!" Wang Meng ordered.

Tang Feng pouted his lips without any complaints, but grinned.

"Anyway, I tricked you once!" Tang Feng grinned. He didn't care about the injuries on his body. It's just a little injury, what's there to be afraid of! But he felt very happy to trick Wang Meng. Even if he was beaten again, it was worth it.

Wang Meng was full of bad luck. But he had already beaten him, and he was angry. He couldn't beat him several times just for one thing. That wasn't Wang Meng's style. Besides, he knew what kind of person Tang Feng was, so he didn't take it to heart. It wasn't worth getting angry with such a person.

Tang Feng went to find a car. Wang Meng and Li Rui continued to collect all the food. They had to pack up everything they could eat. There was no other way. The strong hunger coming from their bodies made them feel a crisis. They had to keep eating. This was a very troublesome thing. This meant that they became a glutton.

Soon, Tang Feng found a truck, and it was also filled with all kinds of food.

"This should be enough for you. But can your stomach bear it?" Tang Feng wondered. This was not a mockery, but a serious consideration for the two of them.

Can their gastric juice secrete so much food in a short period of time and convert it into the energy needed by the body? If not, they might die of bloating.

"Our gastric acid function has been enhanced!" Wang Meng said in a deep voice, "I don't know what it is, but it has enhanced our stomach digestion function. Moreover, our self-healing ability has become stronger!"

Wang Meng stretched out his fist for Tang Feng to see.

It must be painful to hit someone with a fist. Not only does it hurt the person, but it also hurts the hand. And in the beating just now, Tang Feng, who practiced the iron shirt, was beaten black and blue, so you can imagine what Wang Meng's hand would be like.

Of course. The iron shirt that Tang Feng practiced is not the kind of iron shirt that is invulnerable to swords and guns in martial arts novels. I haven't heard of such kung fu yet. It is definitely a kind of beauty of novelists. In fact, the iron shirt that Tang Feng practiced is practiced by military masters, which is just a kind of hard qigong. When practiced to a high level, bullets can't penetrate it.

Of course, this kind of bullet refers to the ordinary pistol bullets of the civilians, not the military ones. The power of civilian bullets is relatively small and generally cannot penetrate the human body. After practicing this iron shirt, holding your breath and not hitting the vital parts, your muscles will generate a powerful force, embedding the bullet in the muscle layer. Of course, there are very few such people.

Now this example means that Tang Feng is a fierce man who can even hold ordinary police bullets. Will Wang Meng not be injured? Of course not. Even if he is in the "Dan Jin period", as long as he has not become a god, his body will definitely be injured.

But at this moment, Wang Meng's fist is as white as jade, yes, as white as jade. People like Wang Meng always have various hidden diseases in their bodies after special training. This is why those martial arts masters are not necessarily long-lived.

Especially soldiers, during military training, over-exploiting their potential in the body, leading to a cluster of hidden diseases in the body.

The same is true for Wang Meng. These few advancements. Although Wang Meng has become stronger, his body has also fallen into hidden diseases. Now he has strong blood and a strong physique, but when his blood and qi decline. Sooner or later these hidden diseases will break out. Many martial artists suddenly die, this is the reason.

But at this moment, Wang Meng's calloused hands were as white as jade. Is this normal? Not normal!

"This is amazing!" Tang Feng saw the terrible potential contained in it.

"It is amazing. But the sequelae are also very serious. We are now just like Kazla who is never full." Wang Meng said unhappily.

Even though Wang Meng is determined, he can't help but look unhappily when he thinks of this problem on his body.

Who is Kazla? It is a fable written by a real beauty named Hakon-Biukridlin. It tells the story of a cat who is never full, his name is Kazla. It eats the master and his wife, the fat pig, the chimney sweep, the priest, the bride and groom, the captain and the crew, the king and the moon. One day, the fat Kazla met the sun. It shouted hungry to the sun, and stretched out its hand to grab the sun to eat. As a result, with a "bang!", Kazila's stomach burst open, and the moon, king, crew, captain, bridegroom, bride... the host and his wife who were eaten by Kazila all jumped out. Kazila died, and everyone was no longer worried.

Wang Meng felt like Kazila now. It was terrible.

"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to solve the problem after I go back. Old Hua will definitely be able to solve it. Even if Old Hua can't solve it, there is still the boss! The boss will definitely solve it!" Tang Feng looked indifferent, but rather yearning, "If you can solve this eating problem, I would also like to be bitten by you."

This kind of self-healing ability is definitely what warriors dream of. Moreover, how strong is the self-healing ability? This is something very exciting.

"Okay, let's go up." Tang Feng opened the car door, "But before we go up, there is one more thing to trouble you!"

Tang Feng pointed at the dozen men and women inside who looked frightened.

"You two, bite them!" Tang Feng said, "Those old turtles are hiding in their shells and can't come out. I can't do anything about them. Just leave some food for them!"

Wang Meng and Li Rui frowned. They naturally knew what Tang Feng was going to do, but they couldn't do such a thing. Tang Feng is a madman without any scruples, they are not.

Immediately, Wang Meng and Li Rui drove a dozen people out of the car, closed the door and got in.

Tang Feng shrugged.

"Pedantry!" Tang Feng then glanced at these poor people and smiled coldly, "Since they are unwilling, then it depends on your luck."

As he spoke, Tang Feng took out the military thorns on his body and stabbed these people's bodies and arms.

There were bursts of miserable howls, and the arm was stabbed through. It hurt.

Tang Feng was indifferent, entered the cab, closed the door and drove away.

His military thorn was stained with the blood of Wang Meng and Li Rui just now. Whether it is effective or not can be reproduced depends on God's will. God lets them live, so live. Let them die, then let them die. (To be continued.)