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.

When it comes to the cold night, it also loses its sense of temperature. Now, Tupac. Amaru hangs from a tree, reminiscent of the bacon that northern families hang in their yards. It will only be like a piece of bacon, and any liquid that flows from his body will be sucked up by the trees.

His only thought was revenge, and he memorized the names of his enemies in his mind, and he was bound by his inner struggles for countless days and nights, and he recited them silently, otherwise it would be hard to believe that he had suffered such torture and did not bite his tongue and kill himself?

Laugh at~

Big-minded, huh?

The White Devil's hand moved quickly so that he would not suffer and suffer with him, and the White Devil's knife grew larger and larger in his hand, cutting off the branch Tupac. Amaru fell to the ground in pain.

At this time, the White Devil instead paid attention to the Sacred Tree of Normasan, which seemed to have lost its vitality and withered aside.

The White Devil was no longer worried, and he pulled Tupac up. Amaru, the White Devil first observed the outside, and then helped the poor Peruvian Lieutenant Colonel to squat down, turned his head to the Peruvian Lieutenant Colonel, and said, "Come up!" He was surprised and said, "No, no! "Don't worry, I'm stronger than you." The Peruvian lieutenant colonel had no doubt that the white devil was not talking big, he could know a naked white man in the rainforest, and he would be in a headhunter tribe without revealing himself, he would have the capital to say such big words, and the Peruvian lieutenant colonel would not be twisted.

The White Devil likes this kind of generous person.

The White Devil picked up Tupac on his back. Amaru, at this time, there are five natives rushing over, and it is not easy to be discovered! The White Devil gripped the dagger and the natives walked into the kitchen, and the White Devil took a straw rope to himself and Tupac. Amaru tied them together so that it would be easier for him to climb the tree, and the tree he had come to descend from had not long left the tribe of Nomasanmi.

"I'm so thirsty,"

Tupac. Amaru is on the back of the White Devil, the White Devil is now quickly interspersed in the rainforest, he is really light, like a piece of dry wood in the shape of a humanoid, he definitely does not have 20 kilograms, a living person is tortured like this, if there is no great vendetta then this person is too vicious.

To Tupac. Amaru's request to the White Devil was, of course, to satisfy him with all his might, and the White Devil carried him from tree to tree, and the surrounding scene changed! Tupac. Amaru thought: Oh my God! I turned out to be on the back of a primitive man, and this primitive man is a white man, why he must have a secret in the rainforest, otherwise, how can I explain that I can get his help in the rainforest? He is full of gratitude to the White Devil and admires the White Devil's powerful ability, his life was saved by the White Devil! If the White Devil has any orders, he will definitely go to the soup and go to the fire.

The White Devil takes Tupac with him. Amaru came to a tributary river basin deep in the Amazon, Tupac. Amaru thanked the White Devil for a few words, his mouth was dry, and he spoke like a shriveled old man's voice, "Thank you, En~ people,"

"You're so light?" White Devil quipped.

"Yes~I'm ~ looking at ~ like ~ an old man."

"You're in a worse state of mind than when I saved you."

"I feel ~ old ~ I don't understand why this kind of thing likes to happen to me?"

Tupac. Amaru's shriveled face looked at the White Devil, as if he wanted to see the answer to the puzzle on the young White Devil's face.

Does the answer really matter that much? Of course the White Devils don't know, Tupac. Amaru didn't know even more.

Recommend a book of Ox Ear Blade "Follow Lao Tzu", friends who are short of books may wish to take a look.