My name is Wu Ge, I was originally a navy, and I was supposed to be discharged from the army in 133 days, because I was eaten by a monster and reborn as a little Tyrannosaurus rex, and my monster mother abandoned me very irresponsibly.

Also, I used to be a human being.

The White Devil watched quietly as "she" finally left, and he jumped into another tree, not knowing what the other seven Native Hunters were doing? He sped through the rainforest and soon came across an indigenous hunter holding a white spear.

Having lunch.

Yes, although it's only less than 10 o'clock. The White Devil himself had eaten breakfast not long ago, but he had no doubt that the natives were eating the next meal, and he was especially attentive because it was very hearty. This indigenous hunter is not in a hurry to get on the road while gnawing on the thigh meat of a certain animal, is it really a foodie world called simplicity? Now it seems that foodies will be used as an important reference data in the future, not simply based on age, but based on foodies.

The beasts of the rainforest are not in danger, and they are careless, and their bones are gone.

The White Devil thought that he was smiling, he was going to play a prank again, in the inaccessible and vast primeval rainforest, he had a life-and-death face every day, and this indigenous man could still make the White Devil very puzzled by his peace of mind, and the flowers he knew were foraging nearby.

He crept down the tree, the white spear leaning against the tree, the native hunter was easily dealing with the thigh meat, the white devil walked along the white pinch of the long grass next to the tree, and waited until the native hunter noticed that his long grass was missing out of thin air, and the white devil was already showing off his loot from miles away.

He had gained a lot today, and he had tricked an indigenous hunter, and he was full of confidence. Ash was foraging in the trees and was frightened by the white devil's malicious voice, "Hahaha! The White Devil laughed loudly, cursing Gray Yoyo for getting smaller and smaller, deliberately scaring them, Gray Yoyo yelled to find the White Devil "theory", do you want to play a game? He wasn't idle, he was busy, he wasn't free, he was throbbing a few grinning gray buttocks, and he turned to look for "her".

When he came to "her", he realized that "she" had only walked a little, which was too slow. Could it be that "she" found stalking? The White Devil looked more closely, and a slight change in the bushes caught his attention, and it turned out that there was an indigenous hunter stalking "her".

It's interesting, he's stalking "her" and the other natives are stalking "her" and he can stalk them at the same time. Wouldn't that Native Hunter have bad intentions? And "she" went on without knowing it.

The White Devil is behind the two of them, Hanako? When did Hanako come here, the white devil sniffed that there was a smell of blood in the air, this Hanako was injured!

"She" really walked without knowing it, and "she" was also an experienced hunter in the rainforest. The blood stains that fell on the leaves caught "her".

Hanako is unlucky today, it is very seriously injured, walking feet have been struggling, the wound from the hind legs cut down a fifteen centimeters long, if from the lower abdomen and intestines will flow, how it was injured today we don't know.

"She" was standing on a tree dozens of meters high, and the White Devil thought that "she" had found herself, but "she" turned out to be focused on other places, and the indigenous hunter was better than him, and "she" also found the flower hidden behind the tree in front?

Of course, the white devil knew at the downwind outlet, and "she" climbed down the tree and ran to the front, sure enough! "She" searched for Hanako all the way and was discovered, "she" set up a bow and fired arrows, calmly sniping at Hanako, Hanako roared loudly, saw the natives behind the grass, crookedly fell, the arrow stuck in Hanako's neck, and the young Hanako died of blood loss. The White Devil half-squinted his eyes and watched "her" shoot the second arrow, then slowly walked over with the machete on his waist.

Recommend a copy of "The King of Thunder Tribulation: Indifference", book lovers may wish to take a look