"Hoo ......"

After walking a hundred meters away, the crumbling figure finally couldn't support it and fell to the side.

Trembling and stretching out his arms to the ground, Wren barely climbed under a large tree, leaning against the roots of the tree before gasping slightly.

Waving his hand to wipe away the sweat that was about to drip into his eyes, Wren could not close his eyes at ease and relax his body and mind.

It's often called a monster or a ghost.,But after all, it's a mortal body......

It was too reluctant, his injuries had never gotten better since Rednans, and those irreversible injuries would have been the fate of lying in bed for the rest of their lives, if they hadn't been able to maintain normal operation thanks to his unique skills.

Wren, who was in pain all the time, had fought three battles in a row since he set foot on this island, and he had won two battles with his gentle skills, and in the final battle against the big back whose strength should not be underestimated, he had to temporarily change his tactics and win the guy with many unmatched tricks.

As a result, his injuries began to deteriorate, as the fever caused by the infection of the wound began to affect his judgment.

"Hoo ......"

Breathing began to grow heavy, and Wren's vision began to blur.

"Ah...... It would be nice to get a good night's sleep......"

Muttering nonsense to himself, fever or something is indeed a thing that can get better after a nap for Wren. The question is, who can sleep on such a dangerous island?

Not to mention those dangerous beasts, the more and more pirates on this island are a hundred times more dangerous than those so-called beasts.

"Whew...... Well? ”

Wren, whose vision began to blur, was stunned, and not far from him, there were wonderful creatures that stopped and stopped.

The strange creature, half a man tall, had giraffe-like fur, had short antlers on its head, and walked human-like with a lovely face that was harmless to humans and animals.

【When ......】

It is precisely because he realizes that his body is extremely weak that Wren deliberately guards against all movements around him, but when is this little thing standing here?

"Huh~"

The strange creature raised a hand and waved it as if to greet Wren, revealing a rather human, cute smile. Many of the creatures in this world are spiritual, and if anyone looked at them as ordinary beasts, they were really inferior to a monkey.

"Huh~"

The cute beast pursed its mouth with QwQ, reached out to pick a purple fruit from the fruit grove on the side, bit off half of the pulp, and leisurely chewed in front of the overwhelmed Wren, and then swallowed the remaining flesh in one gulp.

Patting the bulging little fat belly, the beast seemed to realize the existence of a big living person, tilted its head and thought about it, and then reached out to pick a round purple fruit and handed it to Wren.

"Huh~"

[Yes, that's right.] 】

Wren was a little clear, and it was precisely because this little thing did not have any superfluous messy atmosphere, and was peacefully approaching him like flowers and trees, that he did not notice its existence for a long time. Wren smiled a little lightly, took the fruit it handed over, didn't mind the light gray on the surface of the fruit, and took a bite.

The sour taste refreshed his originally drowsy consciousness, and in the leisurely afternoon, the sun's rays fell lightly on his overwhelmed body, bringing a hint of warmth. A few birdsong and beast whispers sounded in the distance, and the little thing around him picked a fruit again and bit it, splashing juice.

It seems that there has not been such a peace in a long time.

Biting on the sour flesh, Wren's heavy heart eased somewhat.

Looking at the wonderful beast beside him, Wren hesitated to say the word thank you, but this awkward man was still not good at saying such words after all.

He reached out and touched the furry head of the rare beast, and it felt unusually good. The little thing doesn't dodge or dodge, and when it was touched on the head, it was still the cute smiling face that was harmless to humans and animals, and I didn't know if it was comfortable or uncomfortable. When Wren put down his hand, it reached out and pressed it on Wren's head when he was stunned, and touched the stiff head like a stone as if it was not rude.

Wren, who was a little crying and laughing, didn't know what expression to put on, so he could only let this little thing make a mistake on top of his head!!!

When the piercing bang sounded, the big tree behind Wren was destroyed by the roots! The soil and broken roots obscure the view!

The attacker did not take the opportunity to break through the dust that obscured his vision, because he could not detect any breath of his prey!

At this time, it should be silent after being killed by his own blow, but the assassin who has gone through dozens of life-and-death battles instinctively chooses to set up his spear as a defensive posture.

When the dust cleared, the Assassin narrowed his eyes, only to see that the original prey had been in its place, leaving only a puddle of blood and a bite of fruit.

【Where to ......】

The result of the unkilled blow made the Assassin a little displeased, and as he followed the trail of blood as he prepared to track it down, his eyes suddenly widened as he looked at the figure not far away. He had just put down his long sword, and he was a little nervous and made a defensive posture again, but he didn't wait for the expected fierce blow.

The young man crouched on the ground not far away, one bleeding arm hanging limply, and the other arm held a chubby exotic beast.

The humble beast was not shocked by the murderous scene in the slightest, and still bit the fruit in its hand cutely, as if the near-fatal blow just now did not exist.

Wren put down the foodie who looked small and actually weighed a little expressionlessly, and seeing that the little thing had no intention of leaving, he gently knocked the knife on the head of the little thing, causing the foodie to look at him with tears in his eyes.

Wren grinned, pointed at the murderous tall man over there, and then at his bleeding left arm, then reached out and picked up the panicked little thing, and threw it into the grass in the distance.

The Assassin's nervousness was actually a bit of a gaffe, and he did prepare for Wren to stay where he was and fight himself, but he didn't expect him to stay where he was, neither rushing at him nor waiting for an opportunity to escape. He didn't understand what this injured young man was trying to do. Strictly speaking, the Assassin is a bounty hunter, but despite this identity, he is an eagle dog bred by an organization. It's just that I've seen Wren's portrait in the organization, and unlike the navy's failed portrait, the portrait on their side is more reliable.

Through their status as bounty hunters, the organization they belong to has received a large amount of money. Bounty hunters like Buck are scattered all over the world, and there is no need for them to go all over the world looking for bounty warrants for a certain goal.

They often deliberately wait for rabbits on some famous islands, and it was only a coincidence that he was able to meet Wren who walked up to this [small garden]. Even if Wren goes to other islands, there will be bounty hunters from his organization waiting for them on those islands.

Buck was able to find Wren purely because Wren's battle with the Giants was so eye-catching that he couldn't even notice it. This recently famous, 200 million Bailey's head is bound to be obtained!

It is precisely because of his extremely powerful fellow guarding many famous islands that many wanted pirates stop in the first half of the great voyage as if they had entered a ghost gate, and these hunters are all good hands in the [New World]!

Exhaling the turbid breath in his lungs slightly, Wren looked at the white clouds in the sky a little distractedly, somewhat doubting his unfortunate fate.

A moment of comfort cost him an arm, and I really don't know how those famous pirates came out of the endless assassinations. Is it really because I am too weak alone?

Buck is not blind, he clearly perceives the distraction of the young man in front of him when facing him, he has no anger that is despised, only excitement and happiness, this kind of idiot who will wander in the face of the enemy, Uncle Buck likes it the most!

In just a moment's distraction, even if Buck carefully maintained, the spear that was still corroded by blood and rusty spots because of too many killings was like a raptor out of a hole! Breaking through the barrier of the wind, the indomitable turn into a beautiful and straight line!

Because of the fever caused by the infection of the wound, Wren's vision began to blur, and his ears gradually became inaudible, so he simply closed his eyes and stopped listening for any sounds. Obviously he couldn't see anything, but Wren could see the beautiful scenery that he couldn't see with the naked eye, and even though he couldn't hear anything in his ears, Wren could hear the sound of the earth, the sky, the wind, and the mournful roar of the spear.

In the eyes of the little beast that had just crawled out of the grass, it only saw that the human who looked like he was about to die just now turned sideways to avoid the dragon-like shot, and then his still intact right hand turned into a hand knife and stabbed the assassin's back, pulling the spine out of the spine!

It all happened so fast that Buck was still smiling with the smug smile on his face that he was going to kill the idiot in the next second.

He died at the hands of Wren so inexplicably, and even if he died, he still couldn't understand what was happening. Just as Wren didn't understand how much he was between life and death, a momentary epiphany made him stronger.

He casually threw down the backbone, half of his body was red by Buck's blood, he exhaled slightly, and after sensing the sight from the side, Renault showed a gentle smile that he thought was loveless for humans and animals, and looked at the cute rare beast.

He could only see the back of that cute little thing with a demonic expression of fear and fleeing in panic.

Some of the young people who were at a loss froze in place, then scratched their hair that had been scratched by the little thing, and slowly walked towards the road that still did not know what was ahead with a slightly lonely back.