Suddenly, Mogar was surprised to find that the last moment before the blood mongoose died was looking in the direction of the boulder group, which made Mogar even more convinced that there was a treasure behind the boulder group. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He licked the corners of his mouth, climbed up the boulders, and was stunned when he looked at the painting in front of him, two meters away from where the meerkat was standing, three bloodshot pink kittens on a pile of dead leaves were making childish meows.

"It's... This... Could it be that the blood mongoose was giving birth to cubs just now? No wonder I felt that this second-level demonic beast was a little weak!" Thinking that these three kittens would not be able to survive without their mothers in the future, he suddenly developed an emotion called regret.

He stared at the three kittens for a few minutes, not knowing what to do, he had forgotten that he should leave the battle area quickly, the battle of one man and one beast just now quickly attracted more powerful demonic beasts.

Somewhere deep in the forest, Spark was frowning, shaking his head and muttering, "It's a kid after all." The figure vanished in a flash, and when it reappeared, it was already standing beside Mojar.

Mogar felt a figure appear next to him, his body tensed and turned his head to look, and after seeing Spark's face clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Spark: "Uncle Spark, did I do something wrong this time? ”

"It's a mistake, you should kill these three cubs after killing the meerkat, and get out of here quickly, instead of leaving yourself in trouble and putting yourself in danger. ”

"Dangerous situation?" Mogar looked into the depths of the forest, and a tall shadow flashed between the huge tree trunks from time to time, and Mogar woke up instantly.

"But it's just three cubs, it's not a disaster!"

"What if these are three meerkats that are about to reach adulthood?

"I..."

"I warned you before, don't be soft-hearted, fortunately this is a monster. If this is the three children you killed the enemy, you let them go because you pity them.

A few years later, if someone stabs you in the back when you are in a deep crisis, who knows if it will be one of the three children you let go of back then, to avenge your loved ones!

So, I hope... No, I ask you not to leave yourself with misfortune after entering the circle of human life, you know what I'm talking about!"

"Well, I see, these three—" Mogar said with some decadence.

"You... Hey, I'll arrange it. With that, he waved his hand and disappeared from Mogar's sight along with the three cubs.

Mogar came to the place where the meerkat had fallen again, looked at the meerkat lying in a pool of blood, and finally gave up the pair of valuable meerkat's eyes, and he muttered: "I'm going to retreat, and I can only blame you for attacking me first." With that, he dodged into the jungle.

......

On his way back, he shot a tailed stinger and roasted a fragrant lunch, and after eating, he gave up his daily afternoon greatsword practice and climbed to the trunk of a tree to heal his wounds and absorb the elements with all his might.

At ten points in the evening, the storage of the internal war qi in the Fulcrum before Mojiaer withdrew from the absorption state was already a large glass of wine. He glanced at a very vague chain-like outline of his left wrist, "Hey, it's not enough!" Mojar muttered inwardly.

The next morning, after drinking the potion, under the effect of the special medicine, yesterday's wound had almost healed, so he began to practice archery.

It has been 42 days since he practiced archery for the first time, and from the original 10-meter shooting distance to the current 35-meter shooting distance, Mojaer's progress can be said to be very fast.

35 meters in front of the ancient tree carved with the arrow target, Mo Jiaer stood straight, pulled the bow and shot arrows, "Whoosh, swish...", 28 arrows in a row, and 28 arrows stood densely at the bull's-eye, although the archery ability was improved again, and he could go north again, but Mo Jiaer was not very excited, on the contrary, a faint sorrow appeared on his immature face.

He walked over to the ancient tree and muttered as he retracted the wooden arrow, "It's been 54 days since I came to the edge of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and if I were in Macente Village, I would be preparing a gift for Xiaoyi by now... Uncle Sparker probably won't show up, what a lonely Ashia!"

Mogar increased the shooting distance by another meter, and then kept shooting to defuse the emotion.

After eating the barbecue at noon, Mo Jiaer sat in front of the campfire, holding his knees and staring at the dancing flames in front of him in a daze, suddenly he felt a little cold on his arm, and then looked up at the sky, the fine snow like white feathers was constantly falling, "It turned out to be snowing" He took out his cloak and put it on.

An hour later, this ancient forest has been covered with a thick layer of snow, Mogar shook off the snow on his body, took off his cloak, and began the afternoon giant sword practice, as Mogar continued to swing the giant sword, his body began to heat up, sweat, in this cold weather, Mojar's body continued to bubble hot, the snow floating on his body would soon melt into mist, and the whirring sound of the giant sword cutting through the air continued to sound.

In the evening, the sky was completely dark, and although many of the glowing plants were covered in snow, the faint glow of the remaining glowing plants was reflected by the snow, so the brightness of the forest at night was not much worse than before.

Sitting in front of the campfire, Mogar roasted a little suckling pig, and shouted into the depths of the jungle when the suckling pig was almost roasted:

"Uncle Spark, I'll eat it myself if you don't show up again!"

"Uncle Spark, I really ate it!"

"Forget it, eat it yourself!"

He called a few more times in a row and didn't move, and he silently ate the suckling pig in a slightly depressed mood.

"If only the demon was here now, at least there would be a living creature with me!" Mogar sighed.

A few trees behind him, Sparky was standing on the trunk of a tree silently looking at the grumbling Mogar in front of the campfire, he exhaled a mist and thought to himself, "I hope your mind grows again after tonight!"

.......

In the village of Macente, the old village chief's house, on the kitchen table, a few white candles flickered with a pale yellow light, and old Lake quietly ate the food on his plate, and there was a plate full of food opposite him, but the chair was empty.

James and Old Trino were sitting on the threshold of their respective cabins, James was drinking, and there was a glass of wine on the threshold beside him, and Terreno was holding the cigarette stick but not smoking, as if there was a special seat left for someone next to him.

At Spark's house, Arya was comforting the complaining Ikx and coaxing Iks to eat.

"Why hasn't Brother Mogar come back yet? And Uncle Spark, I've been unpacking Brother Mogar's gift to me at this time of year. ”

"Xiaoyi, don't worry, eat dinner first, maybe your Uncle Sparker will come back halfway through the meal?"

"Really, I'm going to eat it!"

......

On the edge of the Monster Mountain Range, Mojiaer ate half of the roast suckling pig, wrapped the rest in tin foil and put it in the ring, gnawed on the little remaining snake vine fruit, extinguished the flames, and climbed to the trunk of the tree to absorb the wind element.

Early the next morning, Mo Jiaer, who was sitting cross-legged, was covered with a thick layer of snow, he shook off the snow, shivered, and hurriedly stimulated the battle qi, and he felt warmer after the battle qi traveled to the side of his body.