"Smack!"

Fluffy and fleshy, the claws that make you want to touch them wave across the sand, and the round object like a "ball" makes an arc in the firelight, and falls into the dark water with a handful of sand.

"Goo Dong Dong~"

A series of splashes sounded under the night sky.

The little hand that never dared to take off his gloves stopped in mid-air, Wang An opened his mouth slightly and looked at the red "ball" that was still lying on the sand with tears on his face, but a certain badger that was originally standing opposite was gone. I don't know if Xiao Huang recognized the wrong "ball" or on purpose.

"Huan...... Huanhuan ......"

A dazed and speechless cry sounded on the shore, and Wang An hurriedly got up and looked at the dark river. Before she could get closer, a steam bag appeared on the surface of the water, and then a badger like a chicken in soup showed its head on a loose and dripping hat.

"Whew~!"

A roar full of anger and murderous spirit was heard far away by the river, and Wang An even heard the sudden flapping of wings from the woods on the opposite bank, probably a flock of birds being awakened.

To tell the truth, whether it is being a man or a badger, Wang Ping has never been so embarrassed as he is now. Pull down your face to catch up and give gifts, and if you don't accept it, forget it, but you still beat people (badgers)?

"If Lao Tzu doesn't beat you out of Xiang today, the king character will be written upside down!"

On the sand, a certain crimson "meatball" quietly flicked its tail, and its small eyes close to the ground opened a slit slightly, and only a dim fire could be seen in its vision.

The belly bulged slightly, and it was about to catch its breath when a beast's roar suddenly sounded in its ears.

"Woohoo!"

The semicircular little ears couldn't help but tremble, and the little heart began to beat wildly. It was a familiar sound, the voice of the jungle overlord jaguar. Its dad, dad's dad, was all eaten by the jaguar. This voice will never be forgotten for a lifetime.

Could it be that it was the jaguar who stunned himself just now?

"Is this the fate of our family?" the young serval had tears in his eyes, "I'm still a virgin, and I haven't been a father yet......"

At this time, another voice was no lower than that of the jaguar, and the same murderous roar sounded behind it. There was a sound of footsteps, as if sand was hitting its back, followed by a strong wind overhead.

"Smack!"

A soaked bowl-shaped object snapped onto its head, and a certain "ball" peeked through the cover of its quiet opening eyes. In sight, a huge body was flying upside down and falling on the sand.

The straight limbs of the serval trembled uncontrollably, and the body shape, the pattern, was indeed a jaguar.

"What animal is so powerful that it can knock a jaguar flying?"

At this time, the young serval dog saw a scene that subverted its worldview: a small animal about the size of its body and white fur on its back ran in front of its eyes with a roar and went straight to the jaguar. When it was near, it jumped high and slapped the jaguar that had just gotten up to the ground again.

"Idols!"

The eyes of a certain serval dog trembling almost fell, and Harazi flowed to the ground, as if he had seen a fairy.

"Roar~~!"

The roars of the beasts mingled with the sound of slapping, and the small clearing lit up by the firelight suddenly came alive.

On the other side of the rainforest, in a grass hut that would normally be bustling at this time, it is as quiet as a ghost.

The night is like water, flowing quietly on the earth, taking away the heat of the day, but not the sorrow in the heart.

The moonlight dodged the mischievous clouds, and curiously shone through the grille under the roof, but it reflected a figure that was obviously different from the past.

Still burly, with a slightly dark face, the quick-drying T-shirt that I usually wore on my body was gone, replaced by a dirty rag-like piece of cloth. And on his face, it was also smeared with yellow oil paint. The whole face is a little blurry, and it looks as if it was trying to wipe it off but didn't wipe it clean.

The old black is still the same old black, but it doesn't seem to be the same old black anymore.

Probably because he didn't want the moon to see his embarrassed appearance, his figure, which had been in a daze for a long time, suddenly moved back and hid in the shadows that the moonlight could not shine. The bright ground flashed with thick calves, slick, without even a single hair.

On Lao Hei's side, the brothers of the past and Yang Xu and Ding Yi lined up together, all sitting straight and staring at the ground in a daze. No one spoke, no one wanted to speak.

Tonight's moon seems to be extraordinarily curious.

The bright spots reflected in the grille began to elongate and slowly spread over the ground in front of the straw mat.

One pair, two pairs, three pairs...... A row of hairless calves appeared in the light, and the smooth skin seemed to glow, making the eye circles red.

"桀桀桀~~"

The night owls that came out of nowhere suddenly burst out laughing, teasing the already sensitive nerves of this group of "men".

"Bang!"

It seems that someone finally couldn't suppress the grief and indignation in his heart, and smashed the ground hatefully. Immediately, the voice of gritting teeth sounded with hatred: "What a reason!"

No one responded, and no one paid attention, as if the words had been repeated countless times in this straw hut, just to vent the depressed emotions in their hearts. Even the person who spoke didn't take it seriously, and after he finished speaking, he started to stay again.

Lao Hei rolled his eyes, as if he thought it was too bright, and moved back with his buttocks, and withdrew his smooth calves into the darkness.

The people around him learned from each other, and the row of calves in the moonlight disappeared one after another like dominoes.

The moon was a little unwilling, and tried in vain to continue to extend the scope of the light. At this time, at last, a cloud of justice could not stand it anymore, and trotted forward to cover the somewhat presumptuous moonlight. It was dark again in the hut.

For a long time, under the grass hut that no one was destined to sleep tonight, Lao Hei's categorical voice sounded.

"No one is allowed to say anything about this! Whoever says will die!"

"Agreed!"

"Who dares to say, I'll be the first to kill him!"

"I can't say that I am killed!"

"Made, what a shame!"

The echo finally sounded, and Lao Hei's words were unanimously approved by everyone. Even Yang Xu, who usually looked down on everyone, felt that Lao Hei's words really spoke to his heart, and his sense of identity had never been as strong as it is now.

The neat and unanimous echo dispelled the oppressive atmosphere a little, and someone opened the conversation box and asked suspiciously worriedly: "Brother Hei,...... Will they still grow?"

"Nonsense! It's not...... It's not uprooted, of course it will grow!"

Old Black turned his face impatiently, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic.

"Yes...... ...... we are" Someone in the dark organized the language, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Brother Hei, when you shaved before, you were also like this......

Before the words fell, in the hazy darkness, a tower-like man jumped up as if he had been stepped on his tail, and said angrily: "You fart! Who shaved? Who shaved? You are so ...... Whoever shaves it!!You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense about rice!"

"But...... You didn't go to the ...... last year."

"Bang!"

The sound of fists pounding on the face interrupted the rest of the sentence, and then the sound of punching and kicking sounded in the grass hut, which seemed to be accompanied by suppressed laughter.

"Paralyzed, who's laughing?"

"Jiao, you hit me!"

"you......"

"Beat him!"

"Crackling ......"

There was chaos in the grass hut suddenly, fists and feet flew in the darkness, and a brawl like venting began.