Meat!
Although there is frozen meat in the storage room, meat that has been frozen for many days is not as delicious as fresh meat.
Wuming immediately returned to the tunnel and took some effort to chop the strange animal down at his feet. Then he cut the animal into pieces, transported them to the ground one by one, and then carried them into the kitchen.
Half an hour later, a rich fragrance wafted out from the kitchen and filled the entire house.
Wuming happily brought out a plate of meat and placed it on the table in the living room. He rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "It smells so good..."
He kept a smile on his face, but gradually his mood began to fall. He looked outside the door for a long time, and finally sighed slightly. The food was really delicious, but it was too lonely to eat alone.
"… "
Wuming was silent for a moment, and suddenly realized that his mental state was not right.
It's only been a few years, why does he feel lonely
Something is wrong.
This may also be one of the tests.
Wuming took a deep breath, forced himself to cheer up, then picked up the chopsticks and ate the meat in big mouthfuls.
After eating the meat, he took out his diary and read it page by page, trying to make his heart feel full in order to fight the feeling of loneliness.
Just for a moment, he really felt as if there was a big hole in his chest, and his breathing became less smooth.
“I want to win!”
After reading the diary, Wuming stood up with a serious expression and shouted out all the negative emotions in his heart.
But when he sat down again, that feeling quietly reappeared, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Otaku's Paradise... In a sense, otakus don't have a paradise at all."
This is actually hell.
A small, beautiful, secluded hell.
Wuming walked out of the house, sat on the grass, and gradually closed his eyes to meditate.
He did not use any meditation method, but adopted the most common meditation in Mingzhu City in the past, emptying his mind and being free of thoughts and ego.
…
Floating island.
Wang Zong's self-discipline is terrifying, and his will is as unshakable as steel.
Even if thirty, forty, or fifty years had passed, he would not have wavered in the slightest, because these hardships were nothing to him who had practiced for so many years.
In order to have an invincible body, the pain he had experienced in the past was far more intense than what he was going through now.
But one day, he thought of his wife.
His wife used to be so beautiful and lovely, well-educated, gentle and virtuous. Except for the only time she betrayed him, she seemed to have no shortcomings.
In fact, he could choose to forgive her and didn't have to kill her.
No.
He never regrets the choices he makes.
Wang Zong slapped himself hard and felt extremely ashamed at the same time that he had wavered.
This was definitely part of the test, but he was the one who was shaken. After leaving here, he must kill all the identical bodies of his wives in the heavens and myriad worlds to prove his faith!
…
Da da da da da!
In the fiftieth year, Wuming began to like noisy things.
He used his superb woodworking skills to make a clock that can make sounds, making a loud sound every second.
Everything that was still became very boring in his eyes. He liked to see things that were originally unable to move move, so he raised many blind fish and occasionally fed them to watch the blind fish fight for food following the smell.