The hunter saw that the left hind leg of the fox was wounded, and knew that it could not run fast, and besides, the fox still had his bow and arrow in his mouth, so the hunter shouted again; "Give me back the arrows, I'll see where you run!"

At this moment, I saw the sika deer standing in the grass, put down the red Ganoderma lucidum in his mouth, and let out a roar, it was this Yo Yo deer roar, and the hunter who had jumped up suddenly felt a hot wind, which instantly blew him to the ground.

The hunter did not rest on his laurels, but saw him crawl from the grass, brandishing the scimitar in his hand, and running straight towards the sika deer, muttering indignantly; "Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, and he can always be lame."

Hey, don't say it, the hunter's words are really effective, he just finished speaking, and his legs and feet that had jumped up were entangled by a wisp of grass below, so he came to a dog again, this time the hunter felt that something was wrong, last time he was blown back by a hot wind, and fell down after standing unsteadily, but this time he was tripped by the grass under his feet, it won't always be so coincidental!

Puzzled, the hunter lay down in the grass and untied the grass that was wrapped around his ankles, and when he got up again, he saw his bow and arrows and the scimitar called Mingyue, which was inseparable from him, hanging on a big tree not far in front of him, and the bow and arrows wandered back and forth on the tree, and the Mingyue scimitar emitted bursts of light, so itching that the hunter wanted to run under the tree at once, and take off the bow and scimitar that had once belonged to him.

However, he was still thinking about the sika deer and the damn wild fox in his heart, what should he do, whether to take off the bow and arrow and scimitar first, or desperately chase after the coveted sika deer, the hunter hesitated for a while, and in desperation, he had to look up and look around, where is the shadow of the sika deer and the black fox as far as his eyes can see?

Seeing that the sika deer and the wild fox were gone, the hunter had to go under a big tree with his bow and arrows and scimitar hanging from it, it was a plane tree ten feet high, and there were no other trees growing around this plane tree, but there were no weeds, but around this plane tree were peonies, peonies, cranes, rhododendrons, and strong and tall wild thorn roses, and as for what flowers bloomed near the trunk of the tree, the hunter did not see clearly.

Flowers are in full bloom, the fragrance is fragrant, the sycamore is upright, handsome and beautiful, it seems to be the world of flowers, the kingdom of fragrance, even the verdant plane tree trunk, also exudes bursts of fragrance.

However, when the hunter looked closely, he noticed something strange, and when he entered the blooming flowers, or into the garden, he found that these flowers and trees grew very strangely, and at the outermost end was a circle of tall wild thorns like small bushes, with sharp thistles and thorns, and the spikes of these thorn roses protruded in rows outside, and it was impossible for anyone to enter them.

When the hunter saw this, his heart couldn't help but become impatient, and he habitually reached out to pull out the scimitar hanging on his waist, wanting to cut off the flower tree, so that he could go under the plane tree, but the hand he stretched out to his waist pounced into the air, and then a gust of wind blew, and the bow and arrow hanging on the plane tree and the scimitar collided with each other, making a clanging sound, and suddenly reminded the hunter that without the scimitar, he could not cut down the flower tree in front of him, what should he do?

The hunter wanted to break through in a hurry, but he had just walked under the outermost thorn rose tree, which seemed to be much taller than him, and he saw that these flowers and trees did not grow around the plane tree casually, but around the plane tree, staggered in front and back, arranged in arrays, as if the guards were guarding their master, but the hunter had not read a book, let alone a war battle, and did not regard the orderly flower bushes as a thing.

It is precisely because of the ignorance of the hunter that he has his fearlessness, as the saying goes, the ignorant are fearless, don't look at any flower array, don't care about any guards, the hunter only has the hunter's native method, he looked closely, and found that some thorny rose trees were about half a foot from the ground before growing thistle-like spikes, this is easy to do, the hunter immediately lay down on the ground, wearing his kudzu clothes, relying on his rough skin and thick flesh, picking the spikes from the ground relatively high gap, gritting his teeth, he really climbed into the flowers.

The hunter's body was clinging to the ground, and although some of the thorns could still pierce his back and buttocks, he still gritted his teeth and persevered, and finally crawled over the thorny rose bushes, ignoring the blood marks on his back and buttocks.

At this time the hunter was snickering in his heart, for he was still lying on his stomach, but he saw that the flowers in front of him did not seem to have so many spikes, so he tried to stand up with great care, and besides, he could not hold on until he stood up, for the back and back of his buttocks, which had just been pierced by the spikes of the thorns, made him feel some pain.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when he just stood up, he suddenly found that the flowers in front of him took the initiative to move away, that is, to make way for him, of course, the hunter had no reason or heart to study or think, why the flowers in front of him would take the initiative to make way for him, anyway, having a way to go is much better than having no way to go, besides, if he didn't immediately take off the bow and arrow and scimitar hanging on the tree, whether he could walk down the mountain or not, because, just now he heard the sound of a tiger roaring, He didn't think he had the skills to fight the tiger with his bare hands, so he had to get his bow and scimitar as soon as possible.

Ignoring this, the hunter followed the path that the flower bush had just given him, or rather a gap that only allowed him to pass by, and in the blink of an eye ran to the plane tree where his bow and scimitar were hung, and fortunately it was just getting dark, and he could see what was in front of him, so when he reached the tree, he immediately began to look at the stout, tall, and straight plane tree.

The first impression of the hunter was that this plane tree could not be hugged by three or five people, so he couldn't help but look up, and then he saw that the branches above were like a huge umbrella, covering a radius of nearly an acre, as if to announce to passers-by, this is my territory, you can take advantage of the shade, and you have to weigh other things.

The hunter saw him stumble and stumble around the trunk of the tree, and it stands to reason that, by his ability, it would have been a breeze to climb the tree, but what made him feel strange was that the plane tree had grown very strangely, and there was not a single branch on the thick trunk, and only when it reached the top of the ground ten feet high did it grow branches, as if it hated something else that was good at climbing and so on.

The hunter did not understand the mind of the sycamore tree, and although he could not hold the trunk, with his strong and rough hands and his feet that were good at climbing, he tried several times to grasp the trunk with his hands and feet, and then climbed up the tree to pluck his bow and arrows and the moon scimitar, but only when he touched the trunk, he was slid down by the smooth trunk.

What's going on, isn't it just an ordinary plane tree, the bark should be extremely rough, able to hold hands and feet, why is this tree so strange, the hunter began to look at the plane tree again, at this moment, he found that there was still some glow in the sky just now, at this time it has dimmed, the surroundings are already twilight, there is no return to the birds, what to do, the hunter felt uneasy and anxious.

Just as the hunter was at a loss for what to do with the sycamore tree, he suddenly saw a flock of colorful birds flying from the distant sky, and after flying over the sycamore tree, they first danced around the canopy, circled for a while, and then began to approach the huge canopy little by little.

However, at the moment when this group of colorful birds was about to fall on the canopy of the tree, they saw hunters walking back and forth under the tree, so they rose into the air and began to circle over the plane tree.

The hunter standing under the plane tree was not understanding what was going on, when he suddenly smelled a bloody breath, with his many years of experience in hunting in the mountains and forests, he knew that maybe it was a beast around him, maybe something more powerful was coming to this unusually fragrant flower, but no matter what happened, he felt terrible, and it was very, one hundred percent terrible.

As a hunter, he has no bow and arrows and a scimitar in his hands, but he has to face unknown dangers empty-handed, how terrible it must be.

In desperation, instinct told him to hide quickly, maybe it was a good way to go up the tree, but he couldn't go up, what to do, just when the hunter was at a loss, a fishy wind blew again, it was a fierce beast, the hunter trembled in his heart, at this time, he suddenly saw a five-flowered python that he had never seen before, swinging a two-zhang long, bucket-like thick body, with a fishy wind, opening his bloody mouth, staring at the copper bell, flashing a pair of poisonous eyes with greedy and fierce light, and pounced directly on him.

Eating on the mountain, where has the hunter sleeping on the mountain seen such a huge python, he panicked in an instant, not to mention dodging, that is, his thinking was frozen, he saw the giant python that pounced open its greedy giant mouth and took a slight breath, and his body was immediately sucked by a powerful force, and it was obvious that this giant python was trying to suck itself into its mouth.

So, instinct drove him to shovel with his hands and feet, however, it seemed that everything was late, and the struggle was futile, and the more he got to the mouth of the python, the more he could feel the smell of blood, and just near the mouth of the python, the hunter lost consciousness.