At this moment, he couldn't even feel hunger; he didn't know why that monster hadn't killed him, nor did he know what he should do next.
The high temperature of the flames baked his brain, making him feel an urge to urinate.
Raising his neck for a long time made him increasingly exhausted, but he didn't dare look at the ground—he was very afraid of Chen Zhou, yet he was also curious about the monster clad in armor, and couldn't help but want to see what would happen next.
...
The performance of the young captive was satisfactory.
Seeing his awkward posture and his face flushed by the bonfire, Chen Zhou decided to first untie the grass rope on his legs, letting him stand up and get his blood flowing.
The dagger was in the inner pocket, and he needed to take off the Vine Armor to retrieve it. Chen Zhou found this troublesome, so he picked up the Wooden Saber discarded by the Indigenous Warriors and walked to the young captive's side.
