The scrivener chest was stuffy, the ribs were almost broken, and it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info He instinctively swung his scimitar and stabbed the serpent around. The scales are as thick as armor, and the blade is difficult to penetrate into the flesh. The scrivener rolled desperately on the ground, slowing down the speed at which the snake's head swallowed itself. His chest tightened, and his struggles grew weaker and weaker. The head of the snake finally poked over, and the long snake hyacinth was beating on the head of the scrivener box and on the face, and the slimy liquid dripped on the face, and the smell was extremely fishy. The scrivener began to despair, the snake could swallow something three times larger than itself, and his more than 100 catties would be corroded alive by the snake's digestive juices.

Bang, a dull gunshot overhead, a hot mass splashed on his face, and the tightly wrapped body immediately relaxed. The scrivener struggled to his feet, wiping the liquid from his face, his hands covered in blood. Rena made an OK gesture with her gun in her hand, and just now she pressed the muzzle of the gun against the snake's head and pulled the trigger in time.

The serpent was not completely dead, its huge body was rolling on the ground, a large hole in the top of its head, and viscous blood was gushing out, leaving a pool of blood on the ground.

Scrivener and Rena helped each other back to the tree hole. The bonfires inside had been stirred to pieces, most of them had been extinguished, and only a few were still emitting white smoke. Rena burrowed into the hollow of the tree, gathered the charcoal fire together, put dry wood and dry moss, lowered her head and blew softly, and soon there was a flame.

The scrivener looked up at the sky, only to find that it was completely dark, the leaves were thick, and the stars and the moon could not be seen. He leaned down into the hollow of the tree, and when he entered, he found that it was more spacious than he had imagined, and that there were two more people who did not feel cramped. The central part of the trunk has aged so much that the core of the tree has rotted and the hole has formed over time. Looking up, the black hole has no top. But don't worry too much about the dangers hidden on it, after a long time of baking, the smoke inside is very thick, and there will be no more animals to rely on.

Seeing the scrivener come in, Rena smiled lightly and pointed to his face, indicating that his face was dirty. The scrivener touched his face stained with snake blood, sticky and disgusting. He walked out of the hollow in the tree with his gun in his hand and washed wildly by the stream. Rena also came, taking off her clothes and washing the sweat from her body. The rainforest is quiet at night, and the sound of water echoes in the forest, far away.

The rainforest was hot and humid at night, and Rena didn't want to go back after soaking by the stream for a long time. The scrivener signaled to her that it was almost there, the terrain here was open, and it would be dangerous if a beast attacked. Reluctantly, Rena emerged from the creek and followed the scrivener back to the tree hole. The campfire was still burning, and it was even hotter inside. Rena made the fire small, filled her helmet with water, and burned it with stones. The scrivener found a few large stones nearby, moved them to the entrance of the tree hole, and built them up one by one, although it affected the ventilation, but it was very safe.

After doing this, the whole person dared to relax, lay on the ground and never wanted to move again. So much had happened on this day, and the nerves were in a constant state of tension. Now that we can finally relax, people will collapse with it. The bones all over the body are dislocated and painful, and every muscle is tight, sore, and numb, and no longer controlled by the brain. Images flashed through my mind, of the chieftain, Hasha, heavy rain, two-headed snakes, and dead natives. I don't know how the little monkey is now, if he is getting better, where will Lu Shuting take the brothers? There is a huge savage mountain, and once the troops are separated, it is difficult to reunite. More than half of the half-month period had passed, and it was difficult for the scrivener to meet the brothers on time, so he thought things simple. Now he cares most about the little monkey, the little guy follows him before and after the saddle for several years, if a person dies in the Savage Mountain, he will not live in peace for the rest of his life. The scrivener was so tired that I fell asleep thinking about it.

Suddenly, I felt that something touched the center of my foot, and out of instinctive reaction, the scrivener sat up and clenched the rifle next to him. It's Rena, who boils the water in her helmet and asks the scrivener if she wants to drink. The scrivener shook his head, signaling that he didn't want to drink. Rena was not reluctant, and continued to bake her clothes with her head down. During the day, his clothes were soaked with heavy rain and sweat, and now he is roasting next to the campfire. The bonfire reflected her body red, and her whole body flickered with the beating of the flames, and her blonde hair flickered and dimmed. It can be seen that she is very relaxed, and after so many days of suffering in Savage Mountain, she can finally relax.

The scrivener also took off his clothes and set them on the branches of the trees to bake. The skin was soaked in rain and sweat all day, and many places began to turn white, and the scabbed wounds began to fester. He endured the pain and applied plant ash to the wound, which was the only thing he could do, hoping to reduce the infection. The wound on her back couldn't be reached, Rena took the initiative to help, her movements were very light and serious, and the warm grass ash on the wound was very painful, but it was also indescribably comfortable. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, Rena's long hair swept around the back of the scrivener, it was itchy, but it masked the pain of the wound.

Rena had more festers on her body than a scrivener, and he asked if she would take care of it too. Rena nodded, leaned on his lap, and handed him her back. The fair skin was festering in many places, and some places had just scabbed, and it was soaked by rain and sweat, and the flesh was blurred. It's hard to imagine how much pain and suffering this woman endured. The scrivener gently applied the ashes to Rena, moving as gently as possible, but it still hurt her, and her body writhed in his arms, letting out a groan of pain.

The scrivener lifted Rena up from her arms, and the back was already disposed of, leaving the rest of the front half of her body to handle by herself. Rena's face turned red, I wonder if it was because of the firelight. She turned her back and treated the wounds on the front half of her body, which were very serious in some places, and the pus and blood never stopped, and she was not in a position to treat them, and now they need to be treated carefully. The scrivener picked up the dead snake on the ground, inserted the dagger into the snake's head, and slashed from the snake's head to its tail. Forcefully pull the head and skin of the snake in opposite directions, and peel off the skin and muscle tissue.

Looking at the bloody lump of flesh on the hands of the scrivener, Rena unconsciously stopped the movements in her hand, peeled off the snake's skin with the scrivener, cut the snake's body into sections with a dagger, and skewered it with a branch. Two men sat by the fire, grilling snake meat with branches. The flames burned on the flesh and made a sizzling sound. It didn't take long for me to smell a fragrance.

The scrivener was so hungry that he couldn't resist the temptation of the scent, so he stuffed the hot snake meat into his mouth. The strong fishy smell choked him and almost vomited, smelling the fragrance, but it didn't taste in his mouth. The scrivener didn't spit it out, forcing himself to swallow. Then put another piece of snake meat on the fire and roast it.

Looking at the expression on the scrivener, Rena knew that the snake meat was not much better, but she still put the snake meat to her mouth driven by hunger. Take a small bite first, which feels okay, then a second bite, a third bite, until you finish it. The scrivener secretly admires that Rena is really not simple, she is worthy of being the elite trained by the British women's team, and her ability to survive in the wild is even above herself.

When I ate the second piece of snake meat, I felt that it was not so difficult to swallow, and this time it was more cooked than the last grill. The two of them patiently roasted on the fire, and the oil in the snake meat was roasted, making a sizzling sound, seducing the appetite of the two. After entering the Savage Mountain, this is not the first time they have eaten meat, they have also eaten frogs, earthworms or something before, but they are all eaten alive, far less crispy and delicious than this time.

Before you know it, a snake is eaten. The two of them were sweating profusely, and the night in Savage Mountain was very hot, and there was a fire, which made it even more unbearable. Rena gestured to the bookbox, indicating that she was going to take a bath by the stream. The scrivener shook his head in opposition, the night in the savage mountain was full of dangers, and taking a bath was tantamount to playing with life.

Rena didn't insist any longer, wiped the sweat beads on her body with her clothes, and half lay in the corner, her white and shiny body looming in the firelight. The scrivener was a little distracted, and it was undeniable that this was a beautiful woman, and the festering wounds could not hide the graceful body. She slept very naturally, showing the most tranquil and true side of a woman, without reservation. It is not the first time that the scrivener has come into contact with a woman, he has also had a daughter-in-law, but it is definitely the first time to have such a close contact with a foreign woman.

The scrivener was guarding the entrance of the cave with a gun, Rena was asleep, he must not sleep, otherwise he would not even know how he died. The sky was completely obscured by foliage, no stars or moonlight could be seen, and it was as black as a cloud of ink. He extinguished the fire, which might have brought unnecessary danger.

As the night deepened, the stuffiness decreased, the air became cooler, and I felt much more comfortable. A soft body attached to the scrivener is Rena. She took the gun and motioned for him to go to sleep. The scrivener didn't excuse himself, he was too tired and sleepy, and he needed to rest for a while. As soon as he lay on the ground, he fell asleep.

The sleep was very comfortable and relieving, but it was short-lived. In a daze, I felt something poke me in the shoulder. Out of the usual vigilance these days, the scrivener sat up. A hand grabbed his arm and gently pulled it out, it was Rena. The scrivener box moved to the hole in the tree and crouched down side by side with Rena. A few green and faint points of light loomed in the jungle, and the scrivener was shocked, wolves!

Wolves are not uncommon in the Savage Mountains, they come out of nowhere, sometimes entrenched around large armies, waiting for a warrior to fall behind or die. After entering the Savage Mountain, the scrivener has seen wolves more than once, and even fought with wolves in order to fight for the remains of his comrades. These guys have an extremely keen sense of smell, and they probably smelled blood.

The scrivener clenched his pistol and waited with Reina, but fortunately he moved a few stones to block the entrance of the cave in advance, which could be used as cover and blocked the entrance of the cave, and it was not easy for the wolves to rush in.