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Then my mind became confused, as if my brain was rusty, and I struggled to think about anything; Then, the eyelids slowly become heavier, and it takes a lot of effort to lift the blinking eyelids again......

When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I realized that I was no longer in the ship.

Although, I'm still in the air...... Flying, but my state in the blue sky and white clouds has nothing to do with the aircraft. I didn't see anything related to the ship at all, unless it was invisible.

When I noticed that I was "flying" in the sky, I was not attached to any artificial device, and I was very shocked. You know, even with a parachute bag on my back, I have never been educated in skydiving, and in the end I can only get a fall to my death.

This situation is very similar to the opening scene in a movie called "The New Predator". Could it be that these alien-faced people also like to play the kind of game of plundering alien creatures and then hunting them?

In a panic, a huge wing flashed into my right eye; Then, my left eye swept a similar wing, on the other side.

When did the division of labor between my two eyes become so clear? Also, is the big bird with these two wings ready to catch me, or has it already grabbed me and has been flying with me?

And what about my hands and feet? Why can't you always see it and can't command it?

Soon, I deduced from myself and the trajectory of the wings that I was moving with the big bird. Of course, I could tell that I wasn't riding on the bird. However, I didn't seem to be caught under its claws, because my body didn't feel like I was being bound by something.

Excluding the above, the remaining possibilities are more weird and sad.

I became this big bird...... A part of the body.

On the ground, there was a series of animal roars, and it was a group of people with a large lung capacity. My gaze was involuntarily drawn over.

It was a herd of elephants emerging from the forest, clumsy and huge with long ...... Ivory?

Such a unique ivory! Is it clearly a mammoth trait?

I still haven't been able to return to the beautiful 21st century, my mood has darkened, and I really can't imagine how I will face my life after this "crossing".

Is the damn bronze mirror still nearby? Can you change places for me again?

Taking advantage of the high altitude and the sudden appearance of eyesight that was too good to be good, I began to look left and right. Although there may only be one head left, it is a blessing in misfortune that he can still move freely.

Soon, I caught a reflection of the ground from somewhere in the forest, and although it was only a fleeting moment, it was impressive.

I have a goal, but I haven't figured out my "relationship" with Big Bird, and I don't know how to communicate. In desperation, I had to gamble. I focused all my thoughts on the replay of the reflection I had just made to strengthen my senses.

It's easy to say, but it's hard to do. Because I had to force myself to find and lock on to that location, as precise as possible, and I had to ignore all the distractions in front of me, repeating the vague and ephemeral fragments of my memory.

Just when I was about to give up, Big Bird finally reacted, adjusted the "course", and while turning back, lowered the flight altitude, and patrolled back and forth in the area I remembered.

The trees here are tall and leafy, and it's not easy to look down from the air to find such a small thing. Fortunately, the big bird was able to "sense" my needs accurately, so he quickly found the suspected target, and then landed lightly on a nearby high branch.

I have a safe, secure, and convenient viewing point.

Then, I saw the "old acquaintance", the face man. This time, though, I only saw one, red-faced. If, the war between us, their game, continues, this guy is my hostile faction.

This guy was leaning his face against me, on a tree trunk more than ten meters below, babbling something. On the branches of the trees in front of him, sitting or lying on the ground, a dozen animals between monkeys and gorillas were surrounded, apparently his audience.

Just like last time, although I could hear every note of Red Face very clearly, I couldn't translate it into a real message because I didn't know what it meant, so I could only continue to watch the excitement from afar.

However, I can still hear that these listeners in front of me are not very proficient in the language spoken by Red Face, and even if there is feedback, most of the time they are stumbling. Although not leaving, most of the time they are restless and expressed and vented with a more instinctive low roar.

It may be because of their emotions, or because the same words are repeated too many times. Slowly, the red face also lost his breath, and his tone and speed of speech changed significantly, and he began to be a little emotional.

As an auditor, I was of course not satisfied with the language that I could not understand after hearing it nearly 100 times. However, the big bird's body was not affected by me, and the big bird was not interested in the kind of messages I sent, so he was able to stay still and watch quietly the whole time.

Of course, in this case, I didn't even think about it, and Big Bird didn't want to leave this boring place, which is quite strange to think about.

I don't know how long it took, but the bad emotions that Red Face had accumulated finally broke through the limit of his patience and erupted.

Redface let out a strange howl, lifted itself off the trunk, and then swept around its dull listeners (not including me, of course) at a rapid pace.

It's fast, but not enough to escape the sharp eyes I have at this moment.

I saw the back of the red face, and when it deliberately turned the back at the audience.

Before this, I had many speculations about this strange creature, but I never expected that the back of them was actually a flat, shining mirror.

Don't talk about me, when I found out this secret, even the big bird, who had been calm before, couldn't help but shake his body, and the flowers and branches trembled under his feet. I understand that I underestimated the intelligence and insight of this big bird.

And the direct consequence of its inappropriate behavior is that we are discovered.

The branches were still trembling, and the red face had come to me, and his face was hideous.