As an outlier of the swamp people, Huskotu doesn't like swamps and ponds full of rotten smells, nor does he like the overly sensitive snakes and the lizardmen who scream and scream hungry all day.

He often dreamed that he was lying on a dry and soft earth, looking up at the dazzling sun in the sky, and this dream puzzled him because it was not the first time he had done this kind of dream, and he didn't know the meaning of this dream, but something happened every time he had this dream.

Just like last time, in order to find the origin of this dream, he left the place where he had lived for generations with the ice leopard raised by his grandfather and came to the undesirable human world.

He soon discovers that he doesn't fit in here, but one person tells him that he can help him find out.

Because this human is not disgusted with himself, he is happy to be friends with this person.

Here, the bandits were filled with fear when they saw themselves, and he liked the feeling very much, and gradually forgot about that dream, except for today, which seemed to be an exception.

"Is an old friend here?" said Hughes, who had been pleased with the sound of a rustling outside, out of the shack he had built, which was sturdy and comfortable with the twigs and vines.

His bulging eyelids closed slightly, and he said in surprise: "Old friend, you seem to have lost a little weight, and besides, your footsteps have become softer." ”

Luo Lan's heart sank slightly.

It's terrible hearing and observation, although he has slowed down, he didn't expect the other party to notice it so far away.

He had thought that such creatures were rude, even demented, and stupid.

Luo Lan smiled, stretched out his arms and said, "It can't be because I changed my clothes, right? He looked around with his eyes, and he didn't see the ice leopard, could it be lurking somewhere in the woods, or had it gone out to feed?

"It's sixty-five days! My skin has been dry and moist for thirteen days, old friend, it's good to see you. He patted Luo Lan on the shoulder vigorously, expressing his pleasure freely.

Luo Lan pretended to be surprised, "It's the first time you've been so kind to me. ”

Hughes Ketu rubbed his hands, peeked at Luo Lan a little embarrassed, and said, "Could it be the magic of gold coins?" He slapped Luo Lan's chest affectionately, and suddenly laughed.

Luo Lan was secretly frightened, he was actually joking?A seemingly low-level humanoid creature?

"The gold coin is in ......" Luo Lan was stopped by Rest Ketu halfway through speaking, he shook his big hand with only four fingers, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, we should leave the anxiety to the humans of those caravans." ”

Luo Lan glanced left and right, and said cautiously, "What about your pet?"

Hughes said strangely: "Friend, what's the matter, you never usually ask me this," his expression became serious, and he said solemnly: "He's not my pet, he's my friend just like you." ”

Then he waved his hand and said, "Leave it alone, come, come to my house, and drink this wine." ”

What a cunning guy who said everything, but it also means that he didn't say anything.

Luo Lan lowered his head and burrowed into the tree shed, and found that it was not as short as it looked on the outside, but it was unusually spacious inside, because the ground had been dug down by Hughes for nearly two meters.

A few changes of clothes and a few hand-woven baskets hung on the walls of the shed, a crooked clay pot was piled up in the corner, and what was clearly a giant tree was cut off flat, leaving only a stump, which was polished smooth and served as a table in the shed.

After the two of them sat down, Hughes tried to pour wine into his own cup one by one, and then drank it all with his neck tilted, but he did not pour it for Luo Lan as he had said before, and after a while, he said sullenly, "Tell you a secret, my pet is not here," he stretched out his index finger and thumb to make a pinching effect, and said mysteriously, "Believe it? He can swallow a big man like you." ”

Luo Lan rubbed the handle of the dagger with his fingers without moving, under the cold touch, he seemed to hear that it was preparing to play the prelude to death with the heart, he used the unique gaze of a thief to scan where the other party's worthy parts are, he has not killed the Mel people, he does not know their physiological structure, and the burly body of the other party seems to have considerable brute strength.

He didn't know where the ice leopard was.

He didn't know what else this humanoid creature was capable of.

So be sure to kill with one hit.

Hughes Ketu drank a few glasses of wine by himself, suddenly came over, sniffed Luo Lan carefully, stared at him and said, "Friend, I found that you have a strong smell of blood. ”

"Someone who doesn't care. Luo Lan said without changing his face.

"Maybe it's for you," Hughesto said silently, as he drank the last glass of wine, a tear flowing from the corner of his eye, and said with some sadness, "but he's my friend." ”

Luo Lan's face changed, a cold light flashed, and his dagger quickly stabbed at the opponent's throat.

Hughes retreated at a speed that was extremely incompatible with his figure, and said calmly, "You don't have a chance. ”

A wild roar rang out outside the wooden shed.

The only exit was blocked by an ice leopard.

Luo Lan's heart sank, and his figure suddenly squatted down, and suddenly disappeared from Hugh Ketu's sight.

Hughes scrambled a few steps, it was empty, and he roared, "Concealment is useless to me!"

He drew his whip from his broad belt, his nose fluttering...... Suddenly, he pulled into an empty space next to him, but his tentacles were soft, and it was just a piece of clothing that had been taken off!

He suddenly screamed that something was wrong, and a sharp pain came from his chest, and he took a few steps back in pain.

There was a sigh of disappointment in the air, and a faint figure ripped back at his clothes, quickly moved to the door, grabbed a can and wrapped it in his hand, and threw it out with a snort.

The whole action is like a smooth flow, and there is no far-fetched and sluggish feeling at all.

The ice leopard at the entrance of the shed was fooled, let out a roar and pounced.

By the time it realized that it had been fooled, it roared in anger, and the figure in the air had disappeared without a trace.

Hughesketu followed him out of the shed, swinging his black whip, his brown eyes scanning around warily, his nose twitching vigorously.

Luo Lan hid behind a big tree, although his dagger was very sharp, but most of the power just now was slid away by the delicate scales, it was the first time he had encountered such a situation, after all, the materials he had learned were completely aimed at human assassination, in the world of the continent dominated by human beings, those alien humans either hid in the dense forest to patrol or wander in the cold wasteland, or, under the rotting mud to watch the prey on the land, or, in the deep canyon to gnaw at the dead.

The structure of their bodies is not known to him at all.

Luo Lan's fingers gently flicked the blade, pondering the weakness of the swamp creatures.

There must be weaknesses, there must be!

Suddenly, it occurred to him that the broad belt that was around Hugh Cotu's waist suddenly occurred to him.

Navel!

Yes, there are swamp creatures that rely on their navels for nutrients, but what is their weakness?

Whether it is or not, he only has one chance!

So it has to be there!

The sound of the ice leopard roared in the forest, and the leaves shook and fluttered.

Luo Lan walked cautiously on the soft dirt covered with rotting leaves, approaching his target with great patience.

The thief does not need to fight the strongest point of the person, but to avoid everything that can be avoided, seek the best point of destruction, and end the battle in the most direct and fastest way.

This can be called the art of killing.

The two of them were getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, Hughes seemed to have discovered something, and his head moved slightly.

Now is the time!

Luo Lan kicked his feet and jumped high in the air, and the dagger in his hand pointed straight at Hughes.

He's lightning fast!

Stabbing!

At the same time as Luo Lan jumped up, a huge shadow instantly hung behind him.

The Mel's massive form froze, staring closely at his opponent's movements.

Luo Lan didn't seem to be aware of the threat behind him, staring at the target in front of him.

When the two were still a meter away, Luo Lan made a big move that Hughes didn't expect, and he threw the dagger in his hand at the other party.

Mel let out a dull roar similar to a beast from his chest, shook his head hard, and knocked the dagger away with the hard double horns on his head with a "ping" sound, behind Luo Lan, the sharp claws of the ice leopard were about to hit his shoulder, the fishy breath had sprayed to his neck, and the powerful coercion seemed to squeeze his blood out of his body, believing that as soon as he landed, he would be killed by this ferocious demonic beast to the ground, and then torn into countless flying flesh and blood.

Is it frozen meat?

Luo Lan had a self-deprecating smile on his face.

Death is near.

That's not what came to me, though.

His left hand slowly contracted, and a sudden burst of white light erupted from his right hand, which was still in the posture of throwing a dagger.

The dazzling white light swirled and rushed like an angry flame, exuding a scorching power that destroyed all the dark colors around it!

Miles away, the convoy saw a white-gold flame rush into the sky, and everyone stood up and stared at it in amazement, wondering if this miraculous sight was some ominous omen or the wrath of the god of light.

The eyes were burning and then suddenly dark, and the double stimulation made the ice leopard whimper in pain, its body lost its balance in the air, and fell heavily to the ground, at this moment the demonic beast that could not see anything had lost the power it had just now, and rolled in the dirt impatiently, and spit out clouds of ice mist indiscriminately, dazed and at a loss.

Its owner let out a terrible hiss, and the cheeks of his cheeks suddenly opened and throbbed in pain.

A raw tingling sensation penetrated through his eyeballs and deep into his brain, and the light had completely burned his eyes.

At the same time, Luo Lan landed steadily, he was half-kneeling on the ground, and a blade stretched out of the sleeve of his left hand.

The cold glow of Antitin's cold steel knife still seemed to flicker in the afterglow of the white light.

There wasn't a trace of smudge.

"Click, click. Drops of blood rolled down Hugh Cotu's belly, and he tried to reach out and plug the place where the long gap had been cut, but his actions were in vain, and countless blood trickled from between his fingers, and finally gurgled out.

Luo Lanru slowly stood up as if under infinite pressure, he licked his lips, and said in a voice without any emotion: "Your life, it's time for me to harvest it." ”