Thunderstorms, lightning and thunder roared in the afternoon, but the endless dark night shrouded the islands and the ocean. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The lightning bolts that fell from time to time broke a large hole in the barbed wire fence in the abandoned garage, and the barbed wire was still spreading, and the blue light swam brightly.

Whew...

The green and vigorous trees in the forest have also been pushed down and submerged by powerful mudslides.

The Angora hare, which galloped back to its burrow, was not spared, and was buried alive by the current of the wilderness.

When encountering a mudslide that keeps rolling down the hillside, you need to take refuge in the open space on the left and right sides immediately, bypassing the arc of the mudslide falling forward, so as to successfully escape and escape from danger.

And in the midst of this disaster, I quickly organized a team to evacuate to the left, holding the beauty's jade hand and holding the beauty's jade buttocks.

The rain and air are filled with the fragrance and freshness of roses.

And in the rainstorm, the wet clothes of the beauties are even more looming, and the delicate skirts are adhered to the slender jade body, which is tempting in every way, as if it can provoke people's hearts.

But so what, at this time, life is almost gone, how can you take care of so much, after a gust of wind sprinting.

Braving the downpour, he rushed out of the forest and fell to his knees on the beach panting for breath in order to quickly restore the supply of oxygen.

And the beauties also snorted and gasped, and for a while they were tired and lay in my arms, and I sat on the beach, and I and the beauties' uniforms were soaked and soaked by the rain, and I didn't care about anything else.

At this time, I wanted to cry, I was really scared, it was rainstorm, thunder and lightning and mudslide, but tears are really the most useless liquid, especially in the dark rainstorm, who to cry to.

But even if no one looks at me crying, I still don't want to cry, and the only thing I want to cry is the hunchbacked savage I have taught during this period of time... Unexpectedly... It's gone!

I shouted in my heart,, people, won't be buried alive by the mudslide, it.

Remembering this time.

I taught the savage goodbye to wave his hand, and the hunchbacked savage thought I was going to abandon him, and cried into tears, and his face twisted and fell to his knees and moved his strong body to hug my thighs.

Master, master, don't drive me away, it's me who isn't good enough, master don't drive me away, it's me who doesn't do well enough.

The floor of the bedroom was full of large drops of arcs and hot tears.

The blazing heat seemed to be able to scorch through the stupid floor.

The hunchbacked savage kept holding my thighs, trembling with excitement, and my thighs were rubbing and shedding his tears.

After that, I finally took a lot of effort, gestures, and tongue to teach him to understand that this was the meaning of waving goodbye.

Hunchback savage, it's time to go hunting, I'll wait here for you to come back, wave goodbye.

The hunchback savage had already figured out what I meant, and jumped up and down excitedly to pick up the axe, swinging it to show off his shiny muscles.

Showing off to me that I can do it, that I can be a good master, and that I will be back soon.

Then he ran out of the house in high spirits, the planks thumping.

I watched as the hunched protruding back disappeared before me.

I thought, how can I be hunchbacked?

In addition to some basic gestures, I also taught him some basic and simple language, as well as how to make tools, how to use tools, etc.

I also put a lot of energy, thought, and sweat into the hunchback savage, and I want to get him rid of ignorance and accept the edification of civilization.

If he could, he might be able to become a talent in the future, a... People who are useful to society.

Goodidear, a lightweight boxer, or the perfect fitness trainer.

He has a strong athletic talent, like a wild horse that can run wildly without the reins, and the wind is full of wind, and it is as fast as lightning.

Recalling some moments of getting along, I roared to the sky at this time, like a silver wolf on a full moon night.

Savages......

The sound resounded through the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the torrential rain slammed into my open and round mouth.

At this moment I stood up in the middle of a dark night of beach rain, and the wind swept through my clothes and those of the beauties.

The rain soaked my face and my black hair, which was in the shape of a crescent.

I clenched my fists.

Not a single one can die!

And the beauties ran after me towards the forest, calling on me to calm down and not to do fearless stupid things.

And the mudslide was still surging into the forest, cracking, the ground shaking, the torrential rain poured, and the black birds flew wildly, and a few of them had crashed into the distorted woods.

Savages...

I shouted, but the sound quickly drowned out in the pouring rain.

The woods were pitch black.

Mudslides continued, and the roar of rolling under the forest continued.

Puff puff.

Now the mudslide has gradually decreased, but several woods have been swallowed up, and the slender trunks of trees have fallen.

A red torrent of ruins, these are the boulder red earth that rolls down from the mountains.

And what about the savages? The sight was long gone, and I was anxious at this time, just now I was calling the wild man to run to the left, did I not catch up with the speed or did I not hear the meaning clearly?

Regardless of the outcome, the disappearance of the wild man at this time is very anxious, and if he gets lost and runs in the right direction, this is the best outcome.

Other than that, I can't think of any chance of survival.

If you run straight ahead, the ultimate speed of people cannot match this trembling and rolling torrent, and they will be buried alive by the torrent, and there is almost no hope of survival.

At this time, there is a burst of thunder, and it is not advisable to stay in the woods for a long time, if there is an unexpected lightning raid, it will be fatal.

Especially in the woods, next to high-voltage cables, barbed wire, etc., will lead lightning to increase the probability of being shocked, as soon as it comes into contact with high-voltage electric shock, the human body will be paralyzed, spasms, stiff, cardiorespiratory arrest, and severe cases will be shocked in a short time.

Of course, we don't have lightning rods, lightning raincoats and other lightning protection equipment now, and we can't stay in the woods for too long.

The impact of the mudslide is getting smaller and smaller, the more trees are washed down, and the landscape of ruins in the woods is unexpectedly caused by such a strong destructive force in less than ten minutes.

But at this time, the rainstorm slowly stopped, and the storm decreased a lot, but the wind was still enough to make the short skirts and long hair of the beauties flutter in the wind.

I held the slender jade hands of the beauties and called out to the savages.

And the beauties cover their skirts, or they are all fluttering under the charming peaches.

At this time, the sky began to slowly brighten.

The pitch-black canopy of the sky swirled with black clouds slowly stretched out in the gale, and a bright light from the vortex of the sky shot out towards the island.

This short-lived rainstorm quickly became smaller and smaller, gradually turning into ordinary showers, but the wind was still blowing, and the beauties tried their best to hide their floating skirts, and a pair of slender jade legs were soaked by the heavy rain and a whirlpool of light became whiter and more tender.

The huge dark clouds in the sky began to slowly dissipate, and the white light of the setting sun restored the island to a bright state.

And the light in the forest in front of me slowly returned.

By the torrent beside the olive tree, I spotted an upside-down ground axe next to a crooked tree.

And that's... I handed over the axe to the hunchback savage!

And just now it was suddenly separated in the olive grove, and I thought in my heart that the hunchbacked savages had rushed over beside me, and now it was an endless sigh.

Humpback Savage... Dead, buried in a mudslide?

Nervous and my heart pounding, I crouched on the ground and ran my fingers over the blade of the axe, which may not be sharp now, but it was a spiritual symbol.

At this time, he looked at the sky, praying for a miracle, and without tears, the rain on the blank light of the sky fell on his face and moistened his face.