The forest is like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, devouring a qiē. The darkness laid a net from under his feet. The sunlight that penetrated the jungle did not know when it receded, and in the hazy miasma, it became confusing.

In a trance, there seemed to be a gust of wind passing by my ears.

Looking at the fleeting white shadow, He Rong shook the tip of his ear violently.

A shudder, and his eyes suddenly cleared.

He was nervous and vigilant, his sweaty hands constantly clenched the pistol alternately, like a cheetah struggling, his strong calves pressed his steps, and the leopard's eyes were oozing with cold light, looking around coldly.

The little Taoist priest pinched the charm and followed to the right side, Mu Shaoqiu and Yuanyuan followed closely behind, and their hearts were almost completely hung in their throats.

"Giggles."

At this moment, the baby's shrill laughter rose in the miasma.

The gazes of the three men froze almost simultaneously, and the ghostly white shadow whistled past them again.

It's incredible!

Looking around tremblingly, Yuan Yuan, who was standing behind the three of them, was almost frightened, fear swirled through her mind like a wind, her body, hands and feet were no longer dominated by reason, her whole body was shivering, her teeth were creaking, and her fingers trembled and pointed to the jungle in front of her.

So what's that?!

In the cavity, the heart is like a drum, hitting it powerfully.

"Knock knock!"

That thing is getting closer!

The sound came from all directions, and at this moment it was almost boiling—the howl of the beast was like a huge wave that overwhelmed the mountains and seas, and it was like the thunder of the nine heavens—"Roar! ”

Shatter the mountains and forests.

Yuanyuan was a little unsteady on her feet, and she clutched her hands desperately, even though her nails were completely pinched into the flesh. But she still held on to her palms. She could feel the heart in the cavity trembling with a roar.

At this moment, his voice involuntarily burst out of the air: "Brother He! ”

He Rong turned his face, and above the jungle, the crow was hovering in mid-air, and the cry of "wow" was extremely terrible.

Look in the direction of Yuanyuan's finger. He Rong squeezed Browning's hand and swallowed the saliva in his throat tightly and tightly. - That's right

Dense green eyes.

Mu Shaoqiu also looked at it, and opened his mouth wide in disbelief: "This is"

"What?"

The little Taoist priest grabbed Mu Shaoqiu's shoulder and replied very firmly, "Donkey-headed wolf." ”

He Rong looked at those eyes that were hidden in the darkness like phosphorus fire. I pinched my wrist involuntarily, as the name suggests, the donkey-headed wolf is just a wolf with a donkey's head, although the wolves are a little scary. But it's not extremely difficult to deal with

"Brother He!" Yuanyuan looked at those strange things, she was afraid. I was really scared, I let out a low cry, and stumbled into He Rong's arms, the moment I fell into his arms. She almost burst into tears, and nothing made her feel more at ease than this man.

He Rong looked at the panic on her face, and her heart inadvertently became hot again. He grabbed her and held her behind him. The gaze is full of perseverance. With a little cold light, staring at the green eyes in front of him, half-bent hind legs, slowly squatting on the ground, and the moment he touched the turf, he quickly scooped up the pistol and pointed it at the group of monsters in front of him.

"Don't do it!" The little Taoist priest quickly grabbed him, and his voice was very anxious: "Are you crazy?!" This is a pack of donkey-headed wolves! Are you going to provoke these monsters?"

At the end of the day, his voice became like a self-muttering voice, and his dry white lips trembled as he looked at the donkey-headed wolf approaching them step by step from the deep forest.

Clearly, the wolves had noticed them.

"Donkey-headed wolves are more terrible than wolves, we're done." He seemed to have given up on himself, his eyes were even darker, and he sighed lowly.

Looking at the little Taoist priest who was depressed and disturbed the morale of the army, He Rong's eyes were cold, and he grabbed his hair with great strength, and put the pistol against his round head: "If you talk nonsense, Lao Tzu will shoot you!" ”

The little Taoist priest came back to his senses, opened his mouth wide, and looked at He Rong with dull eyes, and after a while, he saw a little fluctuation in his eyes, he first encountered a terrifying nine-headed bird in this mountain in the past few days, and now he actually met a donkey-headed wolf again. Fear and anger were intertwined, forcing him to have nowhere to run.

"Ah!!h

I heard him scream wildly, stood up on the ground, shook off the grass clippings on his body, and held the Taoist sword with red tassels on his back: "!" Poor Dao fights with you! ”

Looking at the wolves that were getting closer and closer, Mu Shaoqiu was so anxious that he stepped forward shirtless and grabbed the palm of the little Taoist priest who was about to draw his sword, his eyes were as dark as eagle eyes, and he forced back the raging anger erupted by the little Taoist priest. He not only pinched the soft persimmon of the little Taoist priest, but also knocked on the mountain and shook the tiger to give He Rong a warning, so he won the position of absolute authority in the small group of several people, and cleared his throat: "You two should calm down." The four of us only have two guns, and we can't kill these wolf cubs, I don't know, Maoshan Technique"

As soon as he spoke, the little Taoist priest knew that he had hit his own idea, and hurriedly refused: "I'm just collecting medicine to make a living."

He Rong sneered, he had thought that this hairy guy was a pretending to be a ghost, which really made sense for him.

Hearing He Rong's sneer, the little Taoist priest added a new hatred to the old one, looking at the wolves, he felt that he was going to die horizontally and vertically, and he also became lustful, grabbed the cold and cold Taoist sword, and turned the spearhead to Mu Shaoqiu: "Master Mu Shi promised, I am only responsible for leading the way." ”

Mu Shaoqiu's face sank like water, raised his eyes and glanced at the little Taoist, he was thinking about countermeasures, judging from the number of green lights, there were no less than dozens of these wolves, looking at the formation, the wolves were like a disciplined and experienced troops, neat and orderly, arranged in a single row.

From afar, he could already foresee that they were about to enter a mad war against this ferocious animal.

At this moment, a gray-haired donkey-headed wolf opposite everyone opened its bloody mouth, and its white sharp teeth were revealed from its oral gums, and its red tongue was in the middle of the gums, and it shook the earth and stones on the ground with its thick forepaws, raised its head high in a piece of dust and sand, and whined low, as if under an order, the wolves behind it let out an excited howl: "Whoa! ”

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

Seeing the donkey-headed wolf jumping down the hillside, He Rong fired three shots at the donkey-headed wolf's head, he jumped up in the air and pulled the wrench, and shot another bullet.

Beads of blood splattered out and shot down in all directions, accompanied by the heavy landing sound of the donkey-headed wolf, and the wolves once again let out a low "whoop" roar. (To be continued.) )

PS: I feel very beneficial to share a passage with my writer friends or friends who are about to enter the ranks of writers, excerpt from Duras's "Writing". Still writing, ignoring despair. No: with despair. What a despair, I don't know its name. If you don't write the same thing as you thought before the work, you fail. But it must be accepted: the failure of failure is the possibility of returning to another book, to the same book.