Looking at the "murder weapon" in the panda's hand, the clod of soil the size of a basin, Allen's heart was broken, helpless, and wanted to cry without tears.

Dina didn't seem to see the second young master's crying face, and said in surprise: "They are so smart." ”

Alan rolled his eyes.

Annoyed that Alan squatted on the tree and began to look for the guy who took advantage of it, hoping to drive the panda away at his feet, although he felt that this idea was unrealistic, but he had always been a character who only took advantage of the situation and did not suffer losses, and it was impossible to just squat on the tree and wait to be beaten.

"Second Young Master, why don't we go down and teach them a lesson?" Dina suggested: "Are they just the strength of the growth, the second young master is afraid?" ”

Alan ignored him, feeling that the IQ of the two people was really not suitable for communication.

These guys have caught up with the Templars, especially the sharp claws, if only one or two are enough, so many, it is estimated that if they are pulled casually, they will have to be disemboweled.

Alan wanted to throw the dragon halberd out, but he didn't want to think about it, and it would be troublesome if he really angered the guys.

Except for a few leaves that swayed in the breeze, there was only one fruit he had never seen before, red, the size of a human head, hanging from under the branches.

It didn't matter what kind of fruit it was, Alan stretched out his hand and picked it vigorously, but the fruit didn't move at all.

Unexpectedly, this thing was quite sturdy, so he had to wrap his legs on the branches, and after fixing his body, he slowly hugged a fruit with both arms, and finally picked the fruit after exerting his arms together.

Holding the fruit, he spotted the panda under the tree who was waiting for the rabbit with its big mouth open, and threw it down with all his strength.

"Let you him. cute, watch me knock out one of your front teeth. Alan threw the fruit that was held high above his head with all his might.

Allen, who was full of dragon power, still had some strength in his hands, and the fruit was thrown very accurately, hitting a giant panda in the face.

With a "bang", the front teeth were not smashed off, and the fruit slapped directly on the plate of the panda's big face, splashing juice.

The panda that was hit was stunned, and the big gray eyes were full of innocence. And surprises?

The panda who came back to his senses suddenly bent down quickly, stretched out his paws and picked up the broken fruit, which was not too dirty, and ate it all in three bites and two bites.

Alan and Dina were dumbfounded, and the other pandas were dumbfounded, even the very big panda who was about to throw the clods of dirt looked stupidly at his companion with a juicy face, and his face was full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

More than a dozen pandas, howling and surrounding the big tree where Alan was, three circles inside and three circles outside.

In the next second, like a magical baton, it was waved gently, and the pandas opened their mouths like blood basins neatly, looking at Alan who was half-squatting on the trunk of the tree and still couldn't figure out the situation with an expectant expression.

The eyes that were originally glowing with fierce light became affectionate, as if to say, come, smash me, continue to smash, come, be happy, anyway, there is a lot of time.

"What does that mean?" Allen's brain was a little short-circuited for a while, and he tentatively picked another fruit from the side and held it in his arms.

"Maybe you want the second young master to feed them?" Dina was also confused for a moment.

The pandas' eyes lit up one by one, and their big black and white eyes were all fixed on the fruit.

Alan held the fruit and shook it from side to side, and the black and white heads of the pandas also shook neatly.

He tossed the fruit gently.

In an instant, the ground was dusty, and more than a dozen pandas, who had already been prepared, competed for the fruits that fell on the ground like a pack of dogs grabbing food.

The "lucky one" who finally ate the fruit had only black and gray hair, and his face was dark blue.

Apparently it was fighting for the fruit, and it was not without a lot of punches and kicks from its companions.

However, it raised its lips slightly, revealing how satisfied it was, and a trace of milky white juice flowed from the corners of its mouth, as if to tell its companions how good it had just been.

Alan on the tree was dumbfounded, but fortunately he knew that this was a fruit grab, and he didn't know that he thought that the panda was given face by other people of the same kind just now. . . What's the matter?

Now, he has finally figured out that the reason why these pandas go up and shoot the fruit tree when they see it is to shake the red fruit down, and they think it is a coconut shot.

"This is the ultimate version of foodies!" Alan was very glad in his heart, it seemed that he had saved his life for the time being, and the pandas successfully shifted the target from him back to the fruit.

Dina also picked a fruit, took a bite of it and said, "It's not delicious, it's so sour."

Alan rolled his eyes and ignored him, and in order to add points to his image, he had to start picking fruit from the tree.

Alan, who climbed up and down, was like a happy and diligent peasant boy, just begging the guys to get out of here when they were full, and not to worry about himself and Dina.

The diligent peasant boy only hopes that after a while, the group of foodies at his feet will not start to cook when they are full, and they will finish the fuck of lifting their pants and not admitting it.

Actually, Alan was too worried.

These panda-looking guys are the famous Wasteland Bears.

For nearly 100 years, the Wasteland Storm Bear clan has been living in this "fierce beast forest" that people talk about, and live here as the earth overlord in the fierce beast forest.

Allen, who broke in by mistake, encountered this group of wasteland violent bears, and he didn't know whether to say it was his luck or misfortune.

Like the acid ravens that can be seen everywhere in the air outside the forest, the Wasteland Bear is one of the indigenous beasts of the Great Wasteland.

They are gentle and harmless in most cases, and will only attack nearby creatures after a rage and extreme hunger.

The biggest difference between a fierce beast and a monster is the magic core in the body, and with the magic core, you can control the magic elements in the surrounding space through the magic core in the body.

The Wasteland Bear is between a fierce beast and a demonic beast, the reason why it is said is because there is an essential difference between the two, the fierce beast fights with instinct and strong flesh, as for the demonic beast, on the basis of the former, not only can use magic, but also have intelligence no less than that of humans.

The Wasteland Storm Bear does have a crystal nucleus in its body, but unfortunately this crystal nucleus is different from other magical beasts.

The crystal nucleus in their body is different from other magical beasts that have a unique magic form, but can only be activated by similar to the will to fight, or by extreme anger.

Although the violent bears in the fierce beast forest are relatively mild, although they face the dilemma of starvation and fullness, they really rarely take the initiative to hunt other creatures.

Unlike most of the fierce beasts in the forest, they rarely take the initiative to hunt their prey, and only when they are extremely hungry will they hunt some other large fierce beasts to feed their stomachs, and other times, they just eat this red fruit.

So every few days, the Badland Bears come here to feed.

Most of the time, the Wasteland Storm Bear is holding on to the heart of luck, and eats the fruit when it is photographed, and it cannot be pat down and pulled down, and continues to be hungry after going back.

So they're generally three parts full and seven points hungry.

The pandas, who are often hungry, naturally do not have a good temper.

The number of Wasteland Bears has always been small, but their destructive power is world-famous, and even the Storm Bears that have not yet evolved their second form are just as terrifying.

Many barbarian tribes in the wasteland raise a few of them through various means, and most of them are cubs.

However, because of this wild ancient plain, only in this fierce beast forest in the center of the entire wasteland, there are more than a dozen adult wasteland violent bears that have lived here for a long time.

And other races, such as the Beamon orcs and humans, if they want to enter the center of the wasteland, they can't avoid dozens of barbarian tribes in the first place, and even if they successfully avoid the barbarians, this forest, known as the Beast Paradise, is also full of dangers.

Not to mention dozens of different kinds of large and medium-sized fierce beasts, even the target wasteland violent bears that they want to capture in the end, most of them are also active in groups.

Even if some barbarian tribes have a few of them, they are still juvenile violent bears, and the number is very rare, not to mention the wasteland violent bears that have evolved into their second form.

And now, when a group of pandas with a sense of luck suddenly find that a human can go up to the tree and pick fruit for them to eat, their joy can be imagined.

Allen's luck was very good, if it hadn't been for the tree and the importance of this fruit to these foodies, I guess he would have turned into meat sauce by now.

At present, the fruit on the tree is limited, the branches are so long, the range of movement is also limited, and the fruit around him has been picked.

Looking at the pandas below, who were like waiting for milk and looking forward to it with their mouths open, Alan spread his hands helplessly, signaling that there was no more.

In the forest, which was surprisingly quiet just now, an earth-shattering roar erupted in an instant.

Eren bore the brunt of the blow, his head ached from the sound of their screams, and his eardrums ached.

Holding his hands over his ears, he couldn't help but think to himself, this is your mother the roar of foodies.

Dina also covered her ears and suggested again: "Second Young Master, they are so noisy, let's go down and teach them a lesson?" ”

"What do you do but eat and do your hands?" Alan glared at Dina angrily.

Dina blinked innocently.

Seeing the two humans on the tree covering their ears, their faces full of pain and crumbling on the tree, the wasteland storm bear that was about to throw a stone on it just now, the intelligence was obviously much higher than that of its kind, as if it had observed something, it actually lowered its head like a human and thought for a few seconds, and then punched and kicked the loudest screaming violent bears.

After a group of violent bears fell silent, they stared at their leader in bewilderment.

I saw the leader of the violent bear wandering to the fruit tree next to him, patting the trunk, stretching out his paws to point to the fruit hanging on other branches, and then pointing to his own bloody mouth.

Looking at the clumsy movements of the violent bear, Alan didn't understand what was going on, and the other violent bears boiled in an instant, and ran to the fruity tree one by one, learning the same movements as their own leader, and kept slapping the trunk and pointing at his big lips.

Alan finally figured out that they were asking me to go to other trees to pick fruit for them to eat.

"It's a gamble." He wanted to go down, and he didn't mind making a cameo appearance as a breeder to save his life, but the question was whether these foodies would be excited to eat them as fruit if they went down.

He didn't forget that when he first saw the panda, his big pie face was full of anger, and he would kill whoever he saw.

In the end, considering that the patience of foodies is the most unchallenged, he will have to go down sooner or later.

Gritting his teeth ruthlessly, Alan said to gamble, if you want to kill yourself, these foodies can kill yourself sooner or later, maybe you will be happy to serve these uncles, and you will leave when you are full, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

Tentatively stretched out a leg under the tree, Alan made a gesture to get down the tree, and sure enough, the foodies showed honest and encouraging expressions one by one.

Dina looked at her second young master worriedly, ready to jump in to repair these giant pandas at any time.