When I came to the mouth of the cave of the mutant blood wolf king, I saw the soft light emanating from the cave again! It's just that the weeds at the entrance of the cave are growing longer and more messy, making the entrance to the cave more hidden. After the rain, the dew drops hang brightly on the grass tips, revealing the green vitality.

"It seems that there is no trace of blood wolf activity," Murong Xiaotian was a little disappointed, but he still took Bai Yun into it with a bit of luck.

"Brother Xiaotian, this bead is so beautiful!" Bai Yun looked at the night pearl on the top of the cave, and his face was happy.

The cave was empty, and on the wall at the very end, the traces of Murong Xiaotian's prying left last time were still clearly visible.

The thick thatch laid on the ground is still there.

"Why don't you refresh? Could it be that the time has not yet come, or is the mutant blood wolf king the only species? Murong Xiaotian asked and answered himself, and began to search carefully in the cave with reluctance.

Murong Xiaotian searched the cave, but still found nothing. Zuihou fixed his eyes on the night pearl on the top of the cave.

"Bai Yun, how do you say you can get this bead down?" Murong Xiaotian raised his head and stared at the bead and said seriously.

"Brother Xiaotian, I think it's difficult, it's too high," Bai Yun shook his head and voted no.

"Is there really nothing there can be done?" Murong Xiaotian was unwilling.

"There is a stupid way, that is, the effort is too big, and it is laborious and time-consuming." Bai Yun hesitated, looked at the bead before speaking.

"What's the solution?" Murong Xiaotian's eyes lit up, as long as he could get this bead, it didn't matter if it was laborious or time-consuming.

"It's very simple, let's cut down more trees and build a shelf to go up," Bai Yun finished speaking, and shook his head with a smile: "This is very hard work!" ”

"You have to work hard, you can sell this thing for one hundred and eighty gold coins," Murong Xiaotian smiled: "Not long ago, I was desperately mining for a gold coin all morning. ”

Bai Yun pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "You! It's really stubborn, but that's how you should be, don't bow your head in the face of difficulties, and don't admit defeat. ”

"Don't praise me, I'll be fluttering," Murong Xiaotian shook his head with a self-deprecating expression, and then said to Bai Yun: "You wait here, I'll cut down the tree." He turned and walked out of the cave.

"I'll go with you," Baiyun followed.

The cave is located right at the foot of the mountain, and from the front, you can see all the scenery, grassland, and river. On the back of the cave are towering mountains, full of lush trees.

Murong Xiaotian and Bai Yun climbed the hillside at the back of the cave and cut down trees the thickness of their arms, while Bai Yun began to weave rattan ropes with tree vines.

Maybe it's because it's been too old and there are few people, most of the trees here are thick and tall, with lush branches, and the trees with thick arms are really rare, and the more they cut them, the farther away they are from the cave.

Cut off the back and back again and again, and it took more than two hours to cut down the trees almost, seeing that this zuihou could be cut off and set up a frame, Murong Xiaotian couldn't help but work harder. At this time, the two of them were already in the mountain forest more than 100 meters away from the cave.

"Let's rest," Murong Xiaotian finally cut down the tree, looking at Bai Yun still weaving rattan ropes, his pale face was covered with sweat and couldn't help but feel a little heartache.

"Haode," Bai Yun raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his face.

"Your hand ......" Murong Xiaotian grabbed Bai Yun's little hand, and there were blisters on his fingers like green onions.

"It's okay, Brother Xiaotian," Bai Yun's face flushed.

"It's all blistered and you say it's okay?" Murong Xiaotian cried out in distress, hurriedly threw the rattan in Bai Yun's hand to the ground, and pulled Bai Yun to find a gentle place to sit down: "Okay, okay, from now on you just rest, don't do anything, I can do it alone." Murong Xiaotian said solemnly.

Bai Yun smiled and didn't answer, but his face turned redder. At the same time, there was a trace of warmth, a trace of sweetness, and a little bit of strangeness in my heart, and an inexplicable heartbeat...... "Help!" Is there anyone? Big brothers and sisters, help! Save me, poor man! ……”

"Yi, Bai Yun, did you hear someone shouting for help?" Murong Xiaotian stood up and looked around suspiciously.

"Help! Is there anyone? For my sake, an eighty-year-old mother, and a seven- or eight-year-old child, save me! ……”

"Help! Is there anyone? Grandparents, uncles and aunts, third aunts, four uncles, seven aunts and eight wives, save my poor child! Woohoo......"

Murong Xiaotian and Bai Yun both laughed out loud, this time they heard it, not only did they hear it, but they also heard it clearly without saying a word.

"In that direction," Bai Yun pursed his lips and grinned, pointing in the direction of the jungle on the mountain.

"Let's go, let's take a look," Murong Xiaotian pulled Bai Yun and ran in the direction of the sound.

The mountain forest in front of us was not so steep, it began to become more and more gentle, the dense trees gradually thinned out, and the shouts for help became more and more audible.

Further on, the trees were already a little sparse, and the shouting could be clearly felt in the sound of the shouting, which had begun to become slightly hoarse from the long shouting. Moreover, it is also mixed with the sound of a "roar" tiger roar.

"It's a fourth-level demonic beast white-necked Gunfire Tiger," Murong Xiaotian slowed down and became nervous.

"En," Bai Yun replied softly, following closely behind Murong Xiaotian. The two of them walked forward cautiously, the fourth-level demonic beast was not a joke.

Finally seeing the scene ahead, the two of them hid behind the tree and quietly watched ahead, less than forty meters away from them, a man was crawling on a tree with a thick bowl mouth, one leg was covered with blood stains, and he was screaming weakly. Underneath the tree, there was a fourth-level demonic beast white-necked tiger that was more than two meters long and more than one meter high.

Murong Xiaotian inadvertently looked at the person on the tree, his face suddenly changed, and he roared in a low voice: "Hero, this fucking person is actually a hero!" ”