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 Broken Bones and Mustaches, they soon found the Norma Sammi tribe again, and the Messith and the chief were drunk last night.

Indigenous men are entangled.

"Is your chief here?"

"In,"

"Where?"

The native man pointed in the direction of the chieftain's hut, and begged the Mushu not to kill him, and when he caught a glimpse of the horrific face of the man who held him, he thought that an ancient demon had come from the crypt and his soul was gone.

The Mushu twisted his neck so that he would not be in pain.

Mushuren's previous temperament has already rushed in, he is a person with revenge, but on the way to meet, one powerful figure after another appeared, and he is more inclined to prepare carefully, and then decisively attack.

The Messith came to pee, his hunting time was set at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, look at the watch time was still 10 o'clock, the Messith was out of the world, he could rest for at least a year after this vote, he was completely unprepared to face the attack of the Rainforest Revenge Group, he was completely a victim, in half of his life, and it will be the same in the future, he scoffs at the money he scorns, he only wants money unless that person has annoyed him.

And killing in the rainforest outside the city is not a crime, and the Messith is immersed in his own yy... One by one, the Mushu threw them, the indigenous men, into the woods.

The Messith put away the work, he immediately realized that they were under attack, he smoked m1911, who was so brave enough to run to the notorious headhunter tribe? He knew that the chief had said that if the people of the Guardian Spirit of the Fallen Wheel were in this rainforest to protect them, their survival would not be difficult now, and the Messith should only listen to stories and learn about the customs, and each indigenous tribe has a different patron saint.

The White Devil and Broken Bones were like a group of chengguan who rushed into the small bazaar, with a red face and a thick neck, overturning the herbs that the indigenous women were drying and the simple hangers, but the White Devil was immediately at a loss.

The White Devil is timid? Is the White Devil cowardly?

No, he has no experience in killing, the broken bones laugh unconsciously in his eyes, it laughs with a "gurgling" and "humming" sound The expression is also exaggerated, the thick and broad lips have not moved and have been upturned, and the Mushu people are even more uninhibited, from his eyes, we know that he knows that the white devil will not kill, and the white devil hunt has not participated in the course of a rookie, the mushu man smiled comfortingly at the white devil young man who was hanging on the side, if he was in the depths of the rainforest, he could also overturn the enemy with vines, When in the Noma Sanfan tribe, his fighting style has changed to a single one, surrounded by unconnected huts, and the broken bones are obviously coming to fight soy sauce, and they can't fight like the Mushu people.

Messith saw the most incredible scene in his life: a person with tentacles all over his body (that must be the "Mushu man" mentioned by the natives), a Caucasian man was jumping up and down and a white ape beating his chest and attacking the indigenous man, the people of the indigenous tribe no longer have a sense of fighting, they are indeed cowardly, in the face of a monster and a beast, anyone will retreat, they kill them like killing an animal on the side of the road, the natives have retreated, they are frightened, The few natives had exhausted all their guts in the face of the monster and a beast with their spears, not to mention that they had already strangled and bitten them to death one by one