When he said this, Shi Qing was covered in ashes, the soil on his pants was solidified under the mixture of blood, and the whole person was like an injured stray dog rolling in the dust.

His expression was very calm, like a general with a million-strong army under his command, and his words were unquestionable.

The strong contrast of temperament and appearance is a stark contrast.

The elephant man's killing intent was blazing, no longer talking nonsense, the nine elephant trunks were thrown away, like blooming flowers, and the elephant trunks attacked from different directions, trying to wrap his whole person, and then crush him into meat foam with great force.

It was already conceivable that after three seconds, the enemy's bones shattered, and the flesh exploded like a watermelon hit by a hammer.

This is the price of anger.

Shi Qing's feet stood still and did not move, his right hand was raised, and a stone in the field flew out.

The stone is only the size of a little finger, and the corners are pointy, especially after being strengthened, the lethality is about the same as that of a meteor hammer.

The enemy's elephant skin is very thick, and the fist blow is ineffective, so he tries to change it to something sharp.

Out of prudence, he did not test it with his sharp nails, but chose to look at it with a stone.

If he couldn't break the defense, he had to think of another way.

The stone is small, the throwing force is large, the speed is naturally fast, the last hit is the first to hit the elephant's trunk forehead.

The thick skin of the elephant opened, the flesh flew wide, and the cone-like pain made it roar, and then painful memories that it thought had forgotten flooded into its mind.

That's the memory of being human.

It wailed, couldn't bother to fight, turned and ran away.

This move was so unexpected that he didn't react immediately.

When he reacted, he caught up with him, but he couldn't catch up for a while.

Run, run, run.

I don't know how long he chased it, and finally when the first rays of sunlight pierced the darkness between heaven and earth, he got lost.

Surrounded by vast mountains and forests, the leaves of the trees sway and rustle as the cold wind blows in the early morning.

His first instinct was to climb the highest mountain, and from here he looked around and saw a village to the southeast.

From here, the village is not large, the fields outside are scarce, and farming is a dead end nine times out of ten, and it should be dependent on hunting for a living.

Shi Qing hesitated for a moment, but did not continue to search for the elephant man.

If you really want to catch up, you will have to catch up a long time ago.

He jumped from the highest peak, the wind blew up from below, and the lush forest grew larger and larger, until at last he took over all his sight.

Boom, the ground cracked, and he stood firmly on his feet, a little numb for a while.

The mountain was so high that he couldn't even withstand the impact when he jumped down.

When the paralysis passed, he exerted force under his feet, like a rocket launcher, and rushed forward in one breath, destroying wood and rocks.

Anything that stands in the way will be broken, and the dust kicked up is like a long dragon soaring into the air, which is very spectacular.

Passing through a small lake, Shi Qing quickly changed direction and plunged headlong into the crystal clear lake, washing away the filth on his body while chasing the fish to play.

The fish in the lake were driven in one direction by him, forming a huge school of fish, and he laughed, rushed out of the lake, and shook off the water on his body.

The water was thrown on a black bear, and as the overlord of the mountain, its temper was naturally not so good, and it suddenly roared, stood up like a human, and struck it with a bear's paw.

Shi Qing didn't care, grabbed the bear's paw casually, and then fell over the shoulder, threw the black bear into the lake, and pulled it ashore, he reached out and twisted the bear's head, and muttered: "It's just right, I'm hungry." ”

As a strengthening Taoist master, he naturally knows how to drill wood to make fire, but he doesn't know how to cook black bears.

But these little things don't matter, peel off the skin, remove the internal organs, and basically roast and eat.

The fire rises, the meat is roasted, the taste is quite fragrant, he bites into it, there is no taste, pure natural over-the-top.

"Phew," he said, spitting out the bear's meat, nostalgic for the wine and food of Portugal.

He roasted this black bear, completely tasteless, and couldn't get it off his mouth.

He thought about going to the village to eat some good food, so he poured his urine to extinguish the flames and left the place.

After a while, he ran out of the village.

The aroma of food wafted in the small village, Shi Qing could smell it when he took a little breath, he touched his stomach, walked to a purple-haired man sitting outside, and said: "Hello, I am a lost pedestrian who wants to have breakfast at your place, of course, I will give money." ”

The purple-haired man, with muscles on his exposed arms and thighs, sat under a banyan tree at the entrance of the village and wiped his bow and arrows.

Hearing his words, the purple-haired man raised his head and said, "Chir-ri-woo..."

Shi Qing was stunned, and a terrible thought suddenly appeared in his heart, should it, should it be, people here don't understand the words of big businessmen, right?

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible.

In the past life, English was considered to be the recognized language of world communication.

Just because everyone knows English!

For example, in your own country, people who don't know English can grab a lot of them.

It's normal for people to appear here who don't understand the language of Dashang.

In other words, it is a strange thing that even a foreign peasant understands the language of Dashang.

Shi Qing figured this out, made a posture of covering his stomach with his hand, pointed to his mouth again, and finally took out a wet silver ticket, expressing that I am hungry, want to eat, and give you money.

The purple-haired man looked confused.

A little, the one who called out to the villagers in a unique language, what to say, Shi Qing couldn't understand, and felt the same as listening to English in his previous life.

He could only stand there and wait for a while.

When the men had finished muttering, a quick-witted villager came up, took his silver ticket, looked at it, threw it back in disgust, and shook his head.

Shi Qing took the silver ticket, his face was a little ugly, this group of dirt buns, he had never even seen a silver ticket.

This is too bad, for the sake of convenience, he did not carry real money or anything like that, only silver tickets.

Damn, the old woman must have known it, but she still didn't remind him, she clearly deliberately wanted to make him fall behind.

Shi Qing sighed helplessly, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Whoa," said a childish accent.

He turned, his eyes swept over the crowd, and saw a nine-year-old girl squeeze out, run to him, pull him up and walk back.

"Little sister, you are really kind-hearted," Shi Qing was happy for a while, so he forgot about the language difference and praised loudly.

The purple-haired man stopped the little girl, looking angry, as if to persuade him not to take the monster home casually.

The little girl didn't listen, straightened her chest and raised her head, and retorted loudly.

Although Shi Qing couldn't understand the words, he was not blind and could see the little girl's determined expression.

It can also be judged from the voice that the little girl's unshakable determination.

Of course, the purple-haired man didn't give up easily, and was babbling a lot of things.

The little girl replied excitedly, and the man's face turned blue and purple.

Shi Qing's heart suddenly rose with curiosity, why would an adult be said like this by a little girl?