Chapter 4241 Hunger

"I'm so hungry, I'm starving to death!"

The Taoist was hunched over, like an old tree bent by the years. His bent back seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, and every joint seemed to be groaning under the heavy load.

His face was extremely haggard, and his eyes revealed deep fatigue and helplessness. His posture, which should have been upright, was now twisted and deformed by hunger, and every step he took seemed to exhaust all his strength.

The Taoist tried to use his bent body to resist the hunger that was surging like a tide, but everything was in vain.

Hunger was like a ferocious beast, rushing in from all directions, and the strong feeling made it almost impossible to breathe. This hunger was like an overwhelming storm, instantly enveloping the Taoist, leaving him nowhere to escape.

The Taoist felt as if he was in a vortex of hunger, and no matter how he struggled, he could not get rid of this huge and terrible force. His body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, constantly falling into the abyss of hunger, as if he could never reach the bottom.

Every cell in Daoye's body was shouting out its desire for food at the top of its lungs. This desire was like a raging fire, burning his reason and will crazily. Every cell seemed to be shouting out in despair, longing for the nourishment of food, longing to be freed from this endless hunger.

Daoye could clearly feel that his body was gradually weakening, and every inch of his skin was trembling, as if telling the pain brought by hunger. The originally smooth and tight skin has now become dry and rough, losing its former luster, as if it had been ruthlessly eroded by the years.

Every muscle was twitching, as if protesting against the body's hunger. They seemed to be issuing a final warning to Daoye that if he didn't find food, this body would completely collapse.

Daoye's lips were as dry as the land that had been dry for a long time, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth that was unbearable. His eyes were sunken in his eye sockets, and his eyes were full of confusion and helplessness.

Those eyes that were once bright and full of spirit now only had endless emptiness and despair. He didn't know how long he could hold on, nor did he know how to get rid of this terrible hunger.

The hunger was like countless ants, crawling around in his body and gnawing at his internal organs. Those ants seemed to have infinite power, constantly eroding Daoye's body, making him miserable.

Daoye's stomach was empty, like a bottomless pit, constantly making gurgling sounds, and the sound echoed in the silent air like a desperate whine.

Daoye's stomach was churning, and the hunger made him feel extremely painful.

His body seemed to be hollowed out, leaving only an empty shell, lifeless. His limbs were weak, his steps were weak, and every step he took was like walking in the clouds, and he could fall at any time.

The hunger continued to erode Daoye's body, leaving him unable to resist. He even began to feel that his body was about to be devoured by this hunger.

Daoye's body seemed to have become a hungry prey, being devoured by hunger bit by bit, but he was powerless. In this desperate moment, Daoye's mind was in chaos, and he desperately thought of ways to find a way out of hunger. But hunger was like a heavy yoke, tightly binding his mind and making it difficult for him to concentrate. Daoye's thoughts were like a mess, and he couldn't sort them out. He tried hard to recall his past experiences, trying to find some clues to solve the current dilemma. Daoye remembered the days when he used to shuttle through the mountains and forests. At that time, he was free and never worried about food. The air in the mountains and forests was fresh and pleasant, and the sunlight sprinkled on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, forming patches of light. Daoye shuttled through the mountains and forests, looking for food. Daoye's steps were brisk and his eyes were sharp. He could always inadvertently find the wild fruits and vegetables hidden in the grass. He would pick them carefully and taste the gifts of nature. Those wild fruits are sweet and juicy, and the wild vegetables are fresh and refreshing, which makes Daoye have endless aftertaste. Sometimes, he will encounter some small animals, and he will use his skills and strength to capture them and make them his own delicacies.

In those days, the mountains and forests were his treasure house, providing all the food he needed. He remembered the sweetness of those wild fruits, the freshness of wild vegetables, and the tenderness of small animals. At that time, his life was full of fun and satisfaction.

In the mountains and forests, Daoye felt the beauty of nature.

In the morning, he would be awakened by the singing of birds, breathing the fresh air and starting a new day. He would stroll in the mountains and forests, appreciate the changes of the four seasons, and feel the magic of nature.

In spring, the mountains and forests are full of flowers, colorful and intoxicating. In summer, the green trees are shady and cool, which is a good place to escape the summer heat. In autumn, the fruits are abundant,

and the golden leaves fall, like a beautiful picture scroll. In winter, the mountains and forests are covered with snow and silver, and they become a fairy tale world. Dao Ye lived in the mountains and forests, blending in with nature. He enjoyed the tranquility and beauty, and was full of love and awe for life.

But now, Dao Ye was in a strange place, with nothing edible around him. This strange place seemed like a barren desert, without a trace of life. Dao Ye looked around, only endless desolation and silence. The yellow sand in the sky was flying in the wind, as if laughing at Dao Ye's helplessness. His heart was filled with despair, and he didn't know what to do.

In this strange land, the sky is filled with yellow sand and the wind is howling. Master Dao stood there alone, his heart full of helplessness and fear. He didn't know why he was here, and he didn't know how to leave this place. His eyes were full of confusion, and he didn't know where his future was. He felt like a lonely boat lost in the vast sea, with no direction and no hope.

He thought of the exercises he had practiced again, hoping to find some ways to relieve his hunger. However, his technique seemed to have no effect on hunger, and instead made his body weaker. Master Dao felt extremely desperate. He didn't know how long he could hold on. He even began to doubt whether he could survive.

Master Dao closed his eyes and tried hard to remember the techniques he had practiced. He tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body to find a way to relieve his hunger. However, his body was extremely weak,

There is no way to mobilize any spiritual power at all. His skills were so powerless in the face of hunger, which made him feel extremely hopeless.

His heart was filled with helplessness and pain. He once thought that his skills could solve all problems, but now he seemed so powerless in the face of hunger. His body was deteriorating and he seemed likely to collapse at any moment. His heart was filled with fear, not knowing what the future would bring.

Just as Master Dao was racking his brains to think of a way to get rid of his hunger, a playful voice suddenly sounded next to him. The voice was like a demonic sound that reached his ears, making it impossible for Master Dao to ignore it. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure appearing in front of him. That was Chu Yang, holding a storage bag in his hand, his eyes full of amusement.

Chu Yang's figure looked particularly tall in Master Dao's eyes. His eyes were full of confidence and calmness, as if everything was under his control. The storage bag in Chu Yang's hand exuded a mysterious aura, which gave Master Dao a glimmer of hope in his heart.

But at the same time, Master Dao was also full of vigilance. He didn't know what Chu Yang's purpose was, but he knew that the person who appeared at this time would definitely not be without reason.

"What? Are you hungry now? As long as you are willing to bow your head and regard me as your master, I can give you everything in here."

Chu Yang's voice sounded in Master Dao's ears, with a hint of provocation. Chu Yang's voice was full of temptation and challenge, and his eyes revealed a hint of pride, as if he had read through Master Dao's thoughts. Chu Yang knew that Master Dao was very hungry now, and he believed that Master Dao would give in for food.

After hearing Chu Yang's words, Taoist Master suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.

fire. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Are you kidding me? Even if I starve to death here today, I will never let you eat! You don't want me to serve you as your master. I don't believe how much food you can provide."

Master Dao's tone was firm, and his eyes revealed an unyielding light. Master Dao's heart was filled with anger and unwillingness. He felt that Chu Yang was insulting him and challenging his bottom line. He would rather starve to death than lose his dignity.

Master Dao gritted his teeth tightly and tried to control his emotions. He knew that now was not the time to be impulsive and that he had to stay calm to find a solution to the problem. Master Dao's heart is full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, he longs for food, but on the other hand, he does not want to lose his dignity. He was constantly fighting in his heart, not knowing how to choose.

"Really? That's a shame."

As Chu Yang spoke, he poured out various rare monsters collected in the storage bag. Following Chu Yang's movements, precious ingredients were displayed in front of Master Tao one by one.

"Oh, this meat is the most powerful thigh meat in the Tribulation Period. The meat is the most tender and plump. And this piece is the wings of the demon bird. It tastes quite good when grilled."

Chu Yang introduced the origin of the ingredients while placing them on the ground one by one.

Chu Yang's movements were elegant and calm, as if he was displaying precious works of art. The alluring aroma of the ingredients of those rare monster beasts made Master Dao's throat roll involuntarily. Master Dao's eyes were full of desire and struggle. He didn't know how to face these temptations.

Master Dao's eyes followed Chu Yang's

He moved with each movement, and his eyes became hotter every time he saw an ingredient. By the end, his eyes were red and bloodshot.