Maybe it's because of the new life, or maybe it's because the fish people eat a lot of food, especially the white fish people are still a mutant fish people.

After a morning's action, the energy consumed is not small, and the feeling of hunger has begun to emanate from the belly of the white fish man.

Whenever this happens, the white fish people's natural beast ** hope will always be unconsciously stimulated, and the stronger the hunger, the faster the reason will be lost.

It feels bad to be dominated by animal nature, so when the white fish people just feel hungry, they should be ready to start eating immediately.

"It's time to start hunting. The white fish people said in their hearts, and found out the surrounding environment, and the white fish people knew that the biological resources of this dense forest were sufficient, but they were not worried that they would not find food.

The beard had already memorized the breath of dozens of creatures, and on the way back, the Whitefish Man quickly locked onto a mountain deer.

On all fours, the Whitefishman removes the shoes from the fins and touches the ground directly with sensitive body parts, which can better control the force when landing.

Holding his breath, he slowly approached the mountain deer with his head raised and feeding on the tree sticks, without making the slightest noise in the process, and the white fishman became more and more like a qualified predator.

Under the cover of the grass and trees, the white fish man got closer and closer to the mountain deer, and this poor mountain deer did not notice the white fish man who was almost in a line with the ground because he raised his head and looked high.

Enough distance!

The white fishman burst out of strength, bowed down and ejected, waved his arms, and at the moment when Yamaga's escape movement, his claws had already pierced into Yamaga's chest and abdomen neatly.

The first hunt of the Whitefish Man in the jungle was a success!

"Yo Yo ......" The mountain deer in its prime screamed and fell to the ground, it had not completely lost its breath, and its body was constantly twitching.

To the eyes of the mountain deer, the white fish man seemed to see its nostalgia for life, and his heart trembled unconsciously, this is the result of high wisdom and rich feelings.

Ordinary fishmen, where can there be so many emotions, in the eyes of ordinary creatures, fishmen are also synonymous with ferocity.

The Whitefish Man suppressed the mood swings in his heart and stabbed a claw into the neck of the mountain deer, ending its pain as quickly as possible.

Along the wound of the mountain deer, red blood with a strong smell of blood flowed to the ground.

The smell of blood began to spread rapidly in the sense of the white fishman's beard.

In order to avoid being entangled by other carnivores, the Whitefishmen began to eat quickly.

The claws are natural knives, and the gray mountain deer skin is very tough, but under the claws of the fish-people, it becomes a fragile strip of cloth.

While cutting the fresh pieces of meat from the Yamaga, the White Fishman couldn't wait to throw a large piece of the muscles on the back of the Yamaga into his bloody mouth.

The bite force of the fishman's big mouth is also amazing, and the dense fish's teeth are sharp enough, and after a continuous crisp chew, this muscle turns into meat foam and is swallowed into the belly of the white fishman, which is quickly converted into energy to supply the white fishman's strong body.

The white fish man devoured about two-thirds of the mountain deer, which was only a circle smaller than himself, before he could fill his stomach.

The deer on the ground had only one head and two legs.

"With my appetite, if I don't have so many prey for me one day, I will definitely starve to death. The white fishman wiped his mouth clean and thought to himself.

After a full meal, the time has come to the afternoon, and the white fish people can feel that the sun is not so hot, and the sultry environment is beginning to weaken.

"It's time to find a place to stay tonight. The white fish man said.

Long-term accommodation can be found slowly, and tonight's urgent needs can be solved quickly.

The meal lasted less than ten minutes, but the Whitefish Man could already feel several prying eyes around him.

The Whitefishmen had already recorded the breath of these creatures, so they could know their identities even if they didn't see them.

The peeping gaze from the brown tree in the upper left corner came from a kind of fiery red spider, and the scorpion that was slowly approaching dozens of meters away was the kind of cold air, and a few black birds hovering in the air that made ugly calls from time to time.

Bloodthirsty spiders, ice scorpions, and scavenging birds, these are the names of these creatures given by the Whitefish People based on their observations.

The first two seem to have a ferocious habit and have a habit of active hunting.

But they obviously knew that the white fishmen were not easy to deal with, and the thick cuticles of the white fishmen's bodies like armor could indeed resist their damage, so the white fishmen did not have bloodthirsty spiders and ice scorpions to look for trouble for most of the day in the dense forest.

As for the scavenging birds, the white fish-men once saw them gnawing on the carcass of a rotting insect in the forest, and the rancid smell was unbearable even for the fish-people, but the scavenging birds ate the carrion with relish.

The white fishman looked at the remaining corpses of the mountain deer on the ground, thought about it, grabbed some branches from the side, wiped the blood stains of one of the mountain deer's legs, and tied it around his waist.

"This deer leg can be used for supper, and the rest will be cheaper for you. The Whitefishman looked around, muttered to himself in the Sea Clan language, and walked briskly towards the sand with the deer's legs.

The figure of the white fish man left, and before the footsteps completely disappeared, the fierce creatures in the dense forest couldn't wait to get out.

The bloodthirsty spider and the ice scorpion came almost simultaneously a few meters away from the carcass of the mountain deer, and immediately stopped their steps together when they saw each other.

The bloodthirsty spider let out a seeping hiss, and the ice scorpion did not make a sound, only the cold on its body became more intense.

One of the two fierce beasts chose the direction of the deer's head, and the other chose the direction of the deer's legs to approach slowly, while staring at each other cautiously, but neither of them took the lead.

In the strange atmosphere, the two fierce beasts calmly ate the head and legs of the mountain deer, because they had eaten and drunk enough, and there was no fight in the end......

During this period, a thick-skinned wild boar came with the smell of blood, and ran away without looking back after seeing the ice scorpion and bloodthirsty spider present.

All the beasts withdrew, and the scavenging birds in the sky descended and landed on the ground, carefully searching for spilled minced meat and clotted blood, which were few but enough to satisfy their already meager needs.

Traveling all the way, brushing aside the branches in front of him, the Whitefishman returned to the sand.

After thinking about it, the Whitefish Man still felt that the sandy land was the safest place for the time being, and decided to settle here for the time being.

Of course, the Whitefishman refers to the south of the sandy land, and there is an unknown creature hidden under the sandy land to the north, so the Whitefishman will certainly not take the initiative to go there to find trouble.

"Habitat...... House ......" came up with some concepts and contents in the white fish man's head.