"Woo... Wow..."

When Zhou Chen woke up from his slumber, he was on an island less than 10,000 miles away from the base.

An emaciated fox was calling incessantly, one after another, one after another.

Every now and then, the fox bent down with difficulty, and then kept vomiting, but it vomited not the rest.

But it is in its body, for which it lives, and brings it life and warm blood.

On the opposite side of the fox were three large, slender monsters with countless bright and subtle armor.

He was quietly looking at the fox in front of him, as if he was in danger of his own death, but he was helpless.

Among them, two monsters that were obviously more slender and sleek, tears had quietly slipped from the corners of their eyes.

The middle one, though expressionless, had neither tears nor pain, but it clung to the claws of the ground.

But it is a good interpretation of its mood.

"Brother, what should we do now?"

Once again, the little stone looked helplessly at his brother, who had asked him hundreds of times these days.

However, no matter how smart his brother was and how sensitive his mind was, there was still nothing he could do.

And the origin of all this is precisely because of their doting on the little fox, which made the little fox take a step in front of him.

The fox couldn't bear it anymore, so he stood up and crawled towards the sea.

"You look at little Anya here, I'll go get him something to eat. ”

Although it was very light to say, the corners of the fox's eyes and tears were even more turbulent.

It can endure the death of the Queen, even if it is painful, but it is only a short period of overwhelm.

But now, it could only look at the little fox weakly, and little by little it became weaker, and kept whining and whining.

But this seems to be the same as before, but now, there is finally a little more dead silence.

Sudden death is not terrible, but what is terrible is this kind of situation where you know that you will die, but there is no cure.

So, it chose to go into the deep sea, into the area where it could hunt.

"Ah!!!!... Bang... Bang... Bang..."

A sea creature that was about the size of a fox was immediately flown away by the fox.

There were even a few more scars on its body that were deep enough to show bones, so much so that the surging sea water continued to wash away reddish blood.

In just a moment's effort, this ordinary sea creature died at the hands of the fox.

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The second, third... Under the silent and dark depth, a figure like a demon king suddenly appeared.

Although there was no blood on its body, there were a few more hideous holes in the silence.

Apparently, the fox was wounded, too, at the hands of the savage, violent sea creatures, just as the sea creatures it had killed.

But it wasn't without a catch, at least, next to a nest of sea creatures.

It found a hunting ground for food, a very large hunting ground for a group to thrive.

However, looking at the magical inky seaweed in front of him, the fox was stunned, and stayed quietly beside the seaweed, looking at it weakly.

They had also tried to feed little Anya miraculous food from the ocean, but the end result was to make them even more miserable.

Little Anya ate hard, trying to swallow the seaweed into her stomach.

However, there is no use, no use, as if these seagrasses can only have many inexplicable evolutionary effects on marine life.

However, on Anya, who has obviously changed even the genetic chain, the only effect is to make it look a little supportive.

Neither digestible nor nutritious, as if it were a complete waste.

But why, why do humans possess such technology and even forcibly change a species?

The fox, which originally hated the human race, but had not really felt the killing intent of the bones, finally changed this time.

In its heart, the killing intent of the human race quietly sprouted, and the viciousness of those mysterious scientists.

If it could, it would rather use its own life to summon little Anya's thoughtfulness. If it doesn't work, it can do it.

That is, to let every human race he see die...

Night, when it came, there was still no moon, and there were only those weak jellyfish that would lead the way for the sea creatures.

"Woo... Wow..."

Little Anya struggled to eat what she could, even though it was less than the palm of her hand.

Its eyelids drooped as if it were fishing for a lead stone underneath, and it couldn't help but want to close it.

Lo closed his eyes in pain, if he knew that the fruit would have done so much harm to Anya.

In any case, they wouldn't let Anya swallow the fruit into their stomachs.

However, even if they were cautious, they would never have expected a fruit that was not a threat to marine life.

put it on Anya's body, but it became a poison that made it constantly weaken, keep vomiting blood, and constantly face death.

Finally, before little Anya closed her eyes, she stared blankly at a line of defense.

At this time, its eyes were lifeless, but it was still unconsciously looking in one direction, just like before.

"Woo... Wow..."

The day's torture passed quietly, and little Anya finally closed her eyes.

Its chest is quietly bullying, proving that there is still a last trace of vitality hidden in its body.

However, this appearance of Little Anya, in the eyes of Luo Sanren, is not a very good phenomenon.

As a result, these three henchmen, who were once Anya's right-hand men, were once again shrouded in endless darkness.

In the sea world, only certain spiritual races will look at a place before they are temporary.

This means that they want to go in that direction until they die.

It's like the dolphin bay full of corpses that Zhou Chen once experienced, and the elephants that live on land.

It seems that between heaven and earth, there is a mysterious and unpredictable call, and it is like a thread pulled out by the destiny of heaven.

It has nothing to do with their race, the length of their lives, the degree of civilization, or the agility of their consciousness.

For this line, perhaps the best representation of them is nothing more than the fallen leaves of the human world.

Born in Si, grew up in Si, and died in Si.

It's like life and death, and it's like reincarnation, like the little fox in front of him who is so powerless, dying and struggling.

Night, silent.

Although Luo knew, the next day they would still follow the direction that the little fox had guided before going to bed.

But the warm waters, the humid breezes, and the ubiquitous fragile or strong lives of the past.

But they all dragged it into a predicament or trap from which they could not escape.