The blue sky is boundless, and the dense forests on the ground are endless. The small figure was still like a snail, moving forward on a path that was not there. The chirping of cicadas from time to time in the forests on both sides made the dark dense forest seem even more silent.

"I don't even have a bullshit map, and I don't know where I'm going now, I shouldn't get lost, no! No!ah! No!" The sound of the ghost crying wolf came out of the dog's mouth that often spits fragrant mouth, as if with a sonic attack, startled the flock of birds in the forest, impartially, a few bird poop fell on the dog's head, which has become commonplace for the dog's egg, if the bird poop does not fall on his head one day, he will feel strange, maybe he should change his name to the bird's egg in the future.

Goudan took out a few wild fruits in his pocket, picked the smallest one, carefully stretched it to his mouth, and gently pricked it from the flesh with a mouthful of yellow teeth that were similar to the old man who had smoked for many years, and the juice flowed down the tip of his teeth into his throat, and Goudan licked his lips contentedly. For him, who has a small meal, no meal, and still eats other people's leftovers, he doesn't dare to solve this fruit easily.

After satisfying the appetite, I had to fight again. The dog just cheered himself up, ready to speed up, but only heard the sound of "ah", it turned out that he accidentally fell into the trap, but this "ah" bark is quite that smell, the dog egg tasted carefully, although lying in the pit on all fours, but it still did not affect his attitude of "game world".

It may be that the skin is thick enough, the skin of the hand is too thin, the dog's little yellow hands were broken by the stones on the ground, and the blood flowed down the palms.

But for wild beasts, blood is a good thing, it represents delicious food with injuries nearby, for hunters, there is prey nearby that can be easily obtained with effort, in other words, in a place like the wild, bleeding means that death is coming towards you.

At this time, even the dog didn't expect that because of the loss of blood from the broken skin of his palm, it would cause the beasts at the outermost edge of the entire forest to go crazy collectively. "It's been a long time since I've seen the smell of a cultivator, although the smell is very faint, it seems to be a newly transformed ant, and now the full moon tonic for the little grandson has finally arrived. The sound of the shadow measurement came from a cave that was not known how far away from the dog, and several groups of black crows with blood-colored pupils in the cave also greeted the sky.

The poor dog did not know that danger was coming, and birds were frightened from time to time in the distant forest, which showed that there were many comers.

Goudan looked at the blue sky with his eyes slightly narrowed by the sun, and remembered that the old beggar had said in a daze in his dream that there had been an immortal sword flying from the sky, and the thunder sounded, as if he had passed through a gap, and he happened to be seen when he was a child, and since then chasing immortals has become his lifelong dream.

"When you are bored in life, then find something to do for yourself" The old beggar gave him this sentence when he met for the first time, and at that time he only thought that his left ear was in and out of his right ear. However, after he heard about the immortals, he became interested again, maybe this is something that I can do without regrets in my life, raise my eyebrows, and I don't know which ancestor is light.

The surroundings seem to be quiet and a little strange, and the continuous bird calls that were still there before have disappeared at this moment, and the dog doesn't know if the nose is not good when he sniffs it, as if it is really not good. However, with the sixth sense of bad luck beyond ordinary people, Goudan still found a trace of abnormality, and thought about what must be waiting for him in this boundless dense forest, and it was impossible for him to be safe and sound with his musty identity.

Just as Goudan was thinking, a pair of hands like banyan roots wrapped around his neck, tighter and tighter, Goudan struggled with both hands to pull the hand wrapped around his neck off, but helplessly, the small strength seemed insignificant at this moment, and it didn't take long for Goudan to faint.

At this time, the owner of the hands was exposed, his face was tense like a wife's footcloth, and he muttered: "I thought it was a hairy boy with a little ability, but I didn't expect it to be just a silly boy, I haven't tasted such tender little fresh meat for a long time" The saliva flowed out of the wrinkled mouth, dripping onto the place where the dog egg had been bitten by wild dogs before, and suddenly a thick stench of roasted meat permeated the small pit.

The old beggar told him that pretending to be dead is also an art, and that the living prey is the most attractive to the hunter, and playing with the prey is also a pleasure.

He didn't care about the rest, but when it came to the way of survival, he kept it in mind word for word, which was tantamount to a talisman for someone who was so afraid of death.

At this moment, the dog undoubtedly implemented this principle very thoroughly, and even this unknown old monster was fooled. But the other party still didn't intend to let him go. The boring hands kept roaming over him, even the most intimate places, and flicked a few times along the way. The old monster said: "This body is too wasted, it is a few points worse than the carrion in the forest, and I don't know why it has the smell of a cultivator." It's weird!

The more curious people are, the more they want to break the casserole and ask to the end, not to mention the monster, the dog dan secretly scolded in his heart, "The stinky and shameless dead perverted monster actually ate the master's tofu, my innocence is just gone!!" The dog was still scolding in his heart, his body had been rolled up by the monster, and when he couldn't bear the hunger in his stomach and opened his eyes, he appeared in a cave filled with rancid smell.

"Little one, you have finally woken up, welcome to the outermost layer of the Prison Forest, and you will not thank me for the sake of your food for my little grandson who is about to be full moon. The ghostly sound came from the depths of the cave.

"Don't even think about escaping, the only people who can get out of the prison forest are the dead, instead of becoming dry bones in the forest and being eaten by wild beasts, why not fulfill me, an old man who has no years to live" Another voice came from the cave.

The dog kept scolding in his heart: "Dead pervert, I'm only thirteen years old, I've been eaten like this, I haven't seen the flowers of the outside world, I have no conscience, I wish you an early ascension"

I don't know how many days this is in the cave, and the dog's originally thin body is now the same as the white bone spirit. Licked the dry lips, his head looked around, sooner or later he would die of thirst and starvation if he continued like this, isn't this old monster ready to eat me, why don't you play cards according to common sense, first give the master a few delicious meals to moisten the stomach, and die without regrets. Dogan is drooling while imagining, which is probably the truest display of painting cakes to satisfy hunger.

"I guess it's time to clear your stomach and intestines of the previous turbidity, this is the best spiritual fruit I can get in the outermost part of the Prison Forest, and it's cheap for you to eat, you kid, you can eat this in the next few days, mortals can't eat it in a lifetime." The dry hands gently placed a few strangely colored fruits in front of the dog.

It doesn't matter if the dog eggs are gone, it's all a death anyway, or eat it, this old monster shouldn't lie to people. He opened his bloodshot lips and bit them down hard. vented all his hatred for the old monster on these spirit fruits, and in this way, three times five divided by two, a few spirit fruits were eaten by the dog's eggs. In his words, this is called leaving no room for the enemy.

As the so-called warmth and sleepiness, the dog has been hungry for several days and just eaten, and he is sleepy when he rises to a lazy waist, and there is no comfortable position for him to rest, so he simply lay down on the spot, and from time to time there are small songs humming out of his mouth, and he doesn't know if he is learning, so he almost gave him a dog tail grass in his mouth, maybe since the old beggar left, he has never let go of his heart, after all, he is still a minor semi-precocious child.

After a while, the whirring sound came out, and the green but resolute little face was sometimes tense and sometimes soothing, probably a nightmare. At this time, the affected area that had been stained by the old monster's saliva emitted a faint light, slowly like a cocoon, enveloping the dog's entire body.

But it was said that this movement frightened the old monster who was just about to go out to visit his little grandson, and kept scratching his ears and cheeks, as if he finally remembered some indescribable terrible nightmare, stretched out his legs, and fainted in fright, and from time to time white foam came out of his mouth.

Gradually, the light dissipated, and the dog woke up, like no one, but the stench on his body was the same as last time, making him gag, this time more than last time, for the sensitive, he finally realized that his body seemed to have experienced something strange.

Looking at the old monster lying on the ground who was still foaming at the mouth, the dog rose up mercilessly, and made a few "little songs" at the foaming mouth, and then spread his legs and slipped away.

It's been a few hours since the old monster woke up, and this kid really scared her, but she knew what this light meant, and she didn't dare to provoke even the innermost supreme existence in the Prison Forest, and she caught her on the door, but fortunately, this kid slipped away by himself, and it's none of my business in the future. The old monster secretly said in his heart:

It's just that the stench that comes from her mouth from time to time makes her curious about what happened when she fainted, but when she thought about it, she didn't have the courage to provoke it again. I'm just the outermost minions, and seeing that this kid wants to pass through the prison forest, other thoughts are also flooded.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, one less threat to oneself, one more security. I hope the guys inside will ask for more blessings! The face that was frightened before suddenly burst into a smile like a chrysanthemum.