Even counting Zhen Cheng, Han Mang only came twenty-one people. According to Zhen Cheng's original idea, he did not separate the Hanmang people and hunt down the paladin Jihua.

The reason is actually very simple, the strength of the paladin is not something that Niu Wazi and others can compete with for the time being. According to the comparison of strength, it is not bad for a team of three to deal with a paladin.

But, as the saying goes, Jihua is not changing fast. Things did not develop according to the ideas of Zhen Cheng and others, and there were too many surprises. If they still follow the original way, then Zhen Cheng and the others will still be passive everywhere.

Although the Hanmang group was separated to chase the paladin, several squads still kept in touch with each other with a code, reminding each other to move forward.

Although Zhen Cheng said indifferently on the surface, he did not dare to be sloppy in his actions. Zhen Cheng, who had nothing to do, suddenly became busy and often shuttled in the jungle.

One target, suddenly becoming eight, would be an unusually headache for any stalker. The biggest headache for trackers is that the eight targets are interconnected.

During the day on the eighth day of entering Savage Mountain, nothing major happened. As we approached the summit of Mount Benpaben, the temperature at night was much cooler.

The night was dark and moonless, Zhen Cheng flexibly followed behind Xiao Hei, slowly approaching his goal.

Xiao Hei running in the jungle, tossing and turning at a speed, even Zhen Cheng, it is very difficult to track. About the time of a cup of tea, Xiao Hei stopped at a far place from Zhen Cheng's camping place.

"Huh-" A cheetah dressed in yellow and black spots appeared, roared, and happily rushed towards Xiao Hei, scuffling into a ball.

Animals are animals, and they have their own judgment about humans; If you want a breeding animal to be faithful to you forever, it's almost impossible.

Animals get along with animals, animals get along with people, in fact, there is no difference with human society, if you are happy, you live together, and if you are unhappy, you separate.

Hei sat on the body of a cheetah, like a man riding a tall horse, through the jungle. That jiashi, like the black-faced Bao Gong who came out late at night to patrol.

Although the cheetah has a lot of strength, it is significantly slower than the body of Xiao Hei when it is pressed on its body. Zhen Cheng followed unhurriedly, following the two animals, slowly approaching his goal.

Seeing the cheetah, Zhen Cheng knew who was behind the scenes. Sure enough, when the cheetah stopped carrying Xiao Hei, the goddess of the Naga tribe appeared in Zhen Cheng's sight.

The tattoo on the upper body of the goddess is still so eye-catching even in the dark night. The bumpy figure releases endless temptation in such a jungle. The upper body is almost completely naked, and the lower body is only wrapped around a leopard skin skirt.

What surprised Zhen Cheng the most was that under the goddess, a giant python was coiled into the shape of a cushion and allowed the goddess to sit on it. Around a large rock, like a zoo, a variety of animals gather.

Seeing Xiao Hei arrive, he looked very happy. Got off the python's body and slowly walked towards Xiao Hei.

"Roar-roar-" Xiao Hei stepped forward slowly, was gently hugged by the goddess, and excitedly slapped his chest and looked up to the sky and roared.

"Howl-roar-"

Seeing the goddess hugging Xiao Hei, the surrounding animals were red with jealousy, roaring loudly, and venting their dissatisfaction. For Xiao Hei, an outsider, he released a strong ferocity.

"Shhhhh

The herd of beasts, which had been in turmoil, suddenly sat obediently like a good baby, neither attacking each other nor moving around. Every time the goddess's gaze swept over, the animals like kings would meekly bow their heads.

"Xiao Hei, tell me where your master is now!" The goddess's voice was not loud, and Zhen Cheng couldn't understand a word of the words spoken by Kiri Wala. Zhen Cheng vaguely guessed the general meaning based on the demeanor and lips of the goddess.

Xiao Hei had a look of embarrassment on his face, thought for a while, picked up a big stone on the ground, and smashed it into eight pieces in front of the goddess.

"Xiao Hei, you are so smart!" When the goddess saw the eight stones, she praised them loudly.

"Roar-roar-" The little black skewer jumped up and down, looking extremely excited.

"Shame!" Zhen Cheng looked at Xiao Hei's obsessive appearance, and thought to himself, "If Wu Xin is here, it is estimated that Xiao Hei will not be confused by the goddess!" ”

Zhen Cheng understands that Xiao Hei Weishenme has been around lately. Thinking about being attacked by wolves and lizards a few days ago, Zhen Cheng was almost certain that Xiao Hei's relationship with the goddess in front of him was not a day or two. What made Zhen Cheng extremely puzzled was when did he offend the goddess?

"Could it be that this goddess is the young master of the exterminated tribe?" Zhen Cheng still remembered that Jin Wan once told himself that the young master of the exterminated tribe knew the beast language. "Jin Wan left, and he forgot to ask if it was a man or a woman!"

"That's not right!" Zhen Cheng suddenly remembered that when he attended the wedding in Shenchi, Jin Wan also participated. If the goddess is the young master, there is no reason why Jin Wan can't recognize it, is there a problem with Jin Wan? ”

Zhen Cheng was not in a hurry to arrest the Divine Woman, because beside the Divine Woman, there must be other people or savages, which could be guessed from the dense rain of arrows when the Divine Pool was attacked.

The goddess sat in the midst of the fauna, like an emperor, touching this and hugging that, looking delicate.

Zhen Cheng sat bored in the grass, vigilantly peeping at the disgusting scene in front of him. After waiting for more than half an hour, when Zhen Cheng was about to give up, there was a slight noise in the woods.

The voice is very light and light, even Zhen Cheng, if he doesn't listen attentively, he can't find it.

Zhen Cheng hurriedly held his breath and waited for this person to appear.

"Whoa-" The other party tried several times, but found no danger, and suddenly strung out of the jungle behind the goddess, and pounced on the goddess with a ghostly figure.

None of the beasts around the goddess dared to roar. When the goddess saw the black shadow, her face showed a confused expression, her eyes were full of fanaticism, and her body posed as if she was picking up.

The person who came was close to two meters five in height, covered in thick fluff, but the fluff on his face seemed to have been repaired, and his cold and arrogant facial features could be seen clearly.

"This is the real wildling!" Zhen Cheng could clearly feel the explosiveness of the man in front of him, a kind of wildness that had been cultivated by living in the mountains all year round, blooming vividly in this wild man.

The wild man had no piece of cloth on his body, and the huge and majestic thing around his waist was as long as a child's arm.

"Torah—"

Before Zhen Cheng could figure out what the relationship between this wild man and the goddess was, the black bra on the goddess's chest had been torn open, and the huge fair-skinned * suddenly poured into Zhen Cheng's sight in the dark night.

"Wow-" The goddess's leopard skin skirt was also suddenly pulled down by the savage, Zhen Cheng didn't have time to react, and he couldn't wait to stage a picture of the Wild Spring Palace in front of him.

"Holy! Field! Zhen Cheng's little heart suddenly jumped wildly, and his eyes suddenly widened. It's not that Zhen Cheng likes to peep, but the temptation is current, and Zhen Cheng has no possibility of avoiding it.

Knowledge similar to fighting a field battle surged into Zhen Cheng's mind like a flood that opened the floodgates. But compared with the two people in front of him, Zhen Cheng felt that those so-called experienced people were actually farting.

For modern people to fight in the field, the choice of site can be the fence of a park, or a garden of low shrubs, or the lawn of a school's football field. But no matter which place you choose, you must make yourself softer.

The same is true of the situation in front of Zhen Cheng as he sees it, but the soft mattress in front of him can make the person who suddenly intrudes scared.

The two of them, the savage and the goddess, are actually enjoying the python's body, crazy.

The body of the python was rubbed into various shapes, enduring the pain of squeezing, and let out a painful scream, but it did not dare to flee.

The movements of the savage and the goddess were full of tricks, and Zhen Cheng blushed when he saw it. The beasts that gathered around the goddess and the wild man let out a roar like a moviegoer watching a movie in a movie theater, but they were reluctant to leave.

Looking at the scene in front of him and looking at the surrounding mountains, Zhen Cheng couldn't help but think of "The Wild Has a Dead Dean" in "The Book of Poetry 61 Tainan": "The wild has a dead deer, and the white grass wraps it." There is a woman with a spring, and Jilin tempts her. There is simplicity in the forest, and there are dead deer in the wilderness. White grass pure bundle, there are women like jade, comfortable and free, I don't feel happy, no dragon barks. ”

This means that a hunter killed a fawn in the wild and wrapped it in white thatch, and a maiden was attracted to him, and he took the opportunity to tease her. The three sentences of zuihou vividly express the mood of the girl and the hunter walking together into the depths of the jungle: walk gently, walk slowly, don't be impatient, don't touch the apron around my waist, don't provoke the yellow dog monster to bark in a frightening way.

What do you do in the depths of the jungle?

Needless to say, it must be to go*, but the poem does not directly describe *, but only describes the mood of the two of them walking to the depths of the forest, which leads to it, how romantic and how natural and healthy. Therefore, Confucius's evaluation of the "Book of Songs" is: "Three hundred poems, in a word, thinking is innocent." ”

Harmonious and beautiful haode*, being made like this by the wild man and the goddess, Zhen Cheng scolded depressedly, "A beast is a beast!" ”

Zhen Cheng didn't look at it anymore, because the scene in front of him was simply a blasphemy of *, if you want to find an appropriate word to describe it, it should be "wild, or perverted!" ”

"Ahh

Zhen Cheng hurriedly raised his eyes and saw a tragic picture.