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 moa fell to the ground with a bang, and the branches and leaves of the trees broke off and fell to the ground.

It was bleeding and its mouth was helplessly open and closed, and it was the giant bird of prey of the rainforest that they had never seen before, and their leader, Messitt, walked over and kicked it in the head.

Then he turned his back to them and asked, "Who knows this big bird?" ”

The moa struggled to its feet, and two more shots from Kuchas completely killed it.

The Messith turned pale with fear, and the natives, seeing that the danger was under control, gathered around them, and they talked to each other.

"Gollum,"

"My grandfather once killed a Gollum."

Chief Tushnidov of the indigenous tribe said that the feathers on his headdress were plucked from the neatest part behind Gollum's tail and that it was 110 years old, and that the Messith had a very branded camera from his backpack to commemorate the occasion, and he asked a white man to take pictures of them, the natives were in the back row, the whites were in the second row, and the Messith and Kuchas were in the front with the chief, and in the middle was the dead moa Gollum, one of the surviving aviators of the Big Mac era.

The first picture was taken quickly, after which the chief posed for a picture with the whites, muffling on cigarettes and spitting smoke, and Messitt holding a shotgun and taking a single picture pointing at the moa's head.

In the evening, they happily pitch tents in the poppy grove, build bonfires, and listen to ancient legends. The natives took their own wine and shared it with the white people.

Chief Tushnidov tells an ancient legend about the Mayans and the sun god in South America.

According to the chief of Tushnidov, their branch is a side of the Mayan Empire, and it is precisely because of its marginal status that it was saved from the slaughter of Europeans, and their branch still has a heritage.

Deep in the eerie rainforest, campfire tents and sitting natives and drug dealers weave a picture in the night.

And the monster was grabbing its paws at the edge of the frame, spying on their lives in the painting.

The White Devil has increased his confidence to continue to survive in the rainforest, and he has Mung Bean, the beast language teacher. Today, they learn on the riverside, a game of fishing, a great way for Randy the White Devil to jump into the lake, and cool off when it's hot. He touched a catfish and threw it to the shore, broken bones were already waiting there they giant King Kong was afraid of water, with a natural instinctive reaction, once the white devil professor broke bones and swam in the water has scared it half to death, and then the white devil gave up the attempt to teach broken bones, his teachers were waiting for fresh fish on the shore, and the white devil with a knife in his mouth was underwater, all of them were proud of the white devil, and the white devil also had an advantage to stay in the water.

The natives of the Norma Sammi tribe went hunting, and they moved ten to twenty people at a time, with three teams in three directions, so that they could catch more and not return empty-handed. The White Devil's cooking smoke caught their attention, and by the time they got there, there was only a pile of sporadic firewood left on the ground.

"What's in the tree!"

The natives drew their bows and arrows from the trees, and asked them what they saw, but no one answered, including those who had just spoken.

Afterwards, some natives said they saw a white ghost, and some natives said they saw a monster with wings on their backs, and one aboriginal said it was a tree spirit, anyway, no one could prove what they said, and only this group of natives returned empty-handed in the afternoon, which further corroborated the aborigines' whimsical statement, and there was a god in the rainforest who interfered with their hunting. The White Devil was almost discovered, and his ability to break bones was still better than that of his apprentice, and he gritted his teeth even more.

On this day, the White Devil came to the Norma Samfan tribe again, like the route he took the last time he came in, he skillfully avoided the patrolling people, the natives have lost things inexplicably in the past few days, and began to think that the baboons were stealing, and they paid more attention than usual. He got a good hunting helper, this knife is called "Sharp Teeth" by the White Devil, his fangs can protect him, and can also pierce into the body of his prey, making up for the disadvantage of being born without sharp teeth, which has always been his most desperate weapon, and now he still wants to try his luck.

This time he came to the camp of the other half of the natives, he slipped into the big thatched hut that looked noble like a black shadow, the dim light looked very hazy, there was incense burning here, the white devil just came in and was almost scared away by the giant god statue behind the offering table, the fierce god has a vicious face, there are four directions, many hands and many eyes, holding the reincarnation halberd, the gong of returning to the sky, the ghost brake knife... A murderous aura makes the oppressive environment even more oppressive. Until it was quiet, it could no longer be quiet, and no one was allowed to enter the temple except for the high sacrifice. The white devil stumbled into it by mistake, and then calmed down, isn't it just a wooden stake, people should be careful when they are terrible, the white devil raised his feet and was just about to leave, and the sweat on his back flowed down...

He saw a "round ball" hanging on the door, and the "round balls" hanging above his head were arranged on the thatched roof, no wonder he thought that this thatched hut was very strong for no reason, these dried corpses had hundreds of heads, and the wooden beams were not strong and dragged.

Seeing that his scalp was numb and panicked, the White Devil quietly came to another hut.

Hearing the sound of a woman squirming again, he probed his brain curiously, and there was a pair of bows and arrows hanging on the wall, and a spear leaning against the wall, and a small table in the center, which looked like a man and a woman lying upside down on the bed, and there was no need to guess what they were doing. The White Devil lost interest, and at this time, several indigenous men were heard outside, and the White Devil turned around and hid in the hut next door.

The men and women in the room panicked, the woman held the linen sheet and muttered quietly, and the man packed up his spear and bow and ran to the next door. When the indigenous men came in, they talked to the women for a few words before they went to bed. Yes, the indigenous man holding the thing saw the white devil, first shocked, and then before he could resist, he was hugged by the white devil, he covered his mouth, and stabbed the native man's heart with the knife he carried, he was still struggling, and after a while it was still, the white devil dragged him into the house and carefully covered it, so that the people who saw him outside thought he was sleeping, and the white devil drilled into the hut and slipped towards the kitchen.

The aboriginal man and woman in the bed stopped moving and listened intently, maybe it was a baboon? And they ignored it.

The white devil's heart is "fluttering and fluttering", he has no guilt caused by killing, and a trace of uneasiness and pain, in exchange for them to kill him, he will not hesitate, maybe his end will be even more miserable, think about it, being hung on the temple, in this murderous matter, he is not the first, nor the last, grateful to the law of the rainforest taught him how to deal with himself. And the White Devil was just ashamed and rusty, and he couldn't end the native's life cleanly.

He heard the voice of an old woman cursing, and this time he learned to tiptoe closer: through the gap he saw an old native woman with her waist crossed and poked at the person hanging from the tree scolding and insulting, what kind of grudge was there? The White Devil only felt that he hated this indigenous old woman in his heart, and he didn't have a good impression of what the indigenous people did, and he even decided that this person was also a persecuted person, maybe a white man, this idea came to his head, and his mind suddenly became clear, yes, the White Devil moved the idea of saving that person, once that idea moved, it seemed to be deeply rooted, they used to shoot him with bows and arrows, if he could, he didn't mind saving that person.

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