The fire dragon woke up from its dizziness, and the first thing it saw was a thick black mist. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The impatience of the blindness made him roar twice, and the monster flapped its wings a few times, and the gray fog that obscured the battlefield quickly dispersed in all directions.

Seeing the surrounding male fire dragon even more angry, the two reptiles he was chasing had long since lost in the battlefield, leaving only a mess of charred black land. It spat out the deformed round shield in its mouth, and the wire that had broken or been removed was thrown aside. It tried to find the smell of human blood, but the smell was masked by a strong, strange aroma.

Dyeing Jade's job is to track and locate monsters, but Dust Sealing often uses it as a prop to escape and attract monsters. In those few seconds, along with the smoke bombs, there were four dyed jades, and the fragrant fruit powder flew in four different directions, which made the male fire dragon really confused for a long time.

However, the monster's talent will not be overshadowed by this small prop, and after carefully identifying it, the male fire dragon recognized the direction in which the two teenagers fled. With a flap of its wings, the dragon broke through the barrier of the canopy and flew over the woodland again, chasing him in the direction of the river.

In a matter of minutes, the male dragon was back at the stream where he had just dropped the carcass of the painted bird, and his keen sense of smell and the sights of his eyes showed that the two prey were indeed running in this direction. It landed by the river, where the smell of blood was stronger, and there was no trace of it spreading around, meaning that there was no way for them to escape.

The male dragon was a little excited, gurgling in his throat, and besides eating and sleeping, the pleasure of hunting was the only pastime in the life of this proud wyvern. It followed the smell of blood it perceived, and the monster's claws were not only very powerful, but also very powerful, and it didn't make a sound when it walked on the grass and rocky shore. This is also the reason why it was able to bypass the perception of the two hunters and appear behind them in the past.

The fire dragon's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Because in front of it, the place with the strongest smell of blood is the corpse of the colorful bird that he just discarded. In just a few minutes, the monster's corpse was dissected by some scavenging monster, and its internal organs were dragged out of its abdominal cavity, as if it had been torn by a wild beast. The hot internal organs were full of mosquitoes and flies, and the cavity fluid and blood flowed all over the ground.

Where did the two prey go? Following the path he had identified, but not catching up with the fleeing boy, the male fire dragon began to suspect his sense of smell for the first time. It looked around, and it was here that the traces of the little hunters had disappeared. The monster paced back and forth around the corpse of the Painted Bird, trying to find the whereabouts of the two reptiles, but the bloody aura of the Painted Bird obscured most of the scent information, and the dragon's sharp eyes could hardly see through the dense woods to see the signs in the distance.

The monster angrily pushed the corpse of the painted bird with its head, and the dead body turned over and fell into the water, and the bird's intestines that were still attached to the body were trampled at the feet of the fire dragon, and it broke with a "snap".

"Roar!" The fire dragon roared in dissatisfaction, today is over, the monster has wasted too much time flying to this battlefield and hunting two humans, if it doesn't hunt fruit, it may be hungry today. The monster unwillingly opened its eyes to the maximum, and the pupils automatically closed into a vertical line, and without knowing what it saw, the monster turned around and searched down the side of the river, leaving the clearing.

"Ahem!" At the same time as the fire dragon ran away from the clearing, a head came out of the bird's abdomen, and he surfaced in twos and threes, gasping for breath.

The time left for the teenagers was too short, and no matter where they ran, they could only be caught by the fire dragon in an instant. Feng Chen's wit between life and death gave birth to a sense of urgency, and he actually returned to the river where he first met the fire dragon.

How do you hide the smell of blood in front of monsters with a keen sense of smell? The best thing to do, of course, is to cover it with a bigger smell of blood. Without hesitation, the little hunter cut open the monster's belly, took out the internal organs, and got into the steaming belly with Nie Xiaoyang.

The bird's belly was not as big as expected, and the two people were already a little bulging, and the trainee hunters had to curl up and sit opposite each other, face to chest. The hunters used a sword to fix the belly of the bird, leaving only a small opening to observe the situation outside.

As expected, the fire dragon was not suspicious of the corpse, but just arched it casually. The corpse rolled into the river, and the empty stomach was poured into a large amount of river water, and the remaining bodily fluids and internal organs in the monster's stomach became a pot of porridge. The two teenagers hidden in the belly of the colorful bird were almost soaked in this bag of visceral porridge, enduring the blood that got into their noses and ears, while their hearts beat wildly and waited for the monster to leave.

Nie Xiaoyang stretched out a hand from the monster's belly with difficulty, his shoulders were injured by the fire dragon's claws, and there was no way to push away the heavy skin of the colorful bird.

"Hold my hand!" Thinking of his teammate's injuries, Little Orion sank into the water again, grabbed his arm with one hand, grabbed his back with the other, and pulled him out of the monster's belly.

"Ahem......" Of course, the feeling of drowning is not too good, let alone wrapped in the belly of the monster, a pool of turbid blood, Nie Xiaoyang struggled to raise his hand to wipe the filth on his face, but he touched the wound and gasped in pain.

"Your great idea......" Nie Xiaoyang complained.

"It's a blessing to be alive." Feng Chen's heart was palpitating, and he inserted his one-handed sword back into its scabbard. The main weapon returned to his side, and the hunter also had some confidence, "The fire dragon seems to have gone away. ”

Although both teenagers wanted to stop here to rest, it was clearly not safe in the forest, and night was coming. The two teenagers supported each other, gritted their teeth, and rubbed step by step into the cave where they were hiding.

Feng Chen and Nie Xiaoyang walked wordlessly, today's hunting has exceeded the limit of the two of them, they don't even have the strength to speak at the moment, if they meet even two puppy dragons on the road back to their feet, the teenagers will definitely die without a place to bury. Nie Xiaoyang's shoulders were still bleeding, and the fire dragon's sharp claws easily pierced through the chest armor, almost piercing the young man's shoulders.

Feng Chen removed the "recovery speed" on Xiao Yang's leg and installed it on the tattered chest armor, and a vague vitality spread along the armor to the wound, stimulating the bleeding point to heal automatically.

"Wait a minute." Nie Xiaoyang waved his hand, "Let me rest for a while, I'm a little dizzy." ”

"Did you lose too much blood?" Feng Chen, while taking care of it, looked vigilantly at the vicinity, there were no large monsters as far as his eyes could see, the young man put his teammates under a tree, and the two sat down.

"Maybe I've been holding my breath in the water for too long, and I'm a little hypoxic." Nie Xiaoyang shook his head, wanting to drive away the increasingly serious feeling of whirlwind.

"Your face is so pale." With the last bit of sunshine, Feng Chen saw Nie Xiaoyang's face in a cold sweat.

The tall boy didn't seem to hear Feng Chen's words, and he let go of the hand covering the wound in a dejected manner, and a pool of purple-black blood flowed down from his fingers.