The old man said leisurely:

"The samurai didn't ask questions, young man, but according to the old man, with your talent, all you can do is stop asking."

A basin of cold water poured down his heart, and Song Ming scolded 10,000 of them in his heart, only to feel that this old man was really ruthless, and his face was full of loss, and he continued to ask:

"So what else do you think I can do?"

The old man said lightly:

"Be yourself."

When Song Ming heard this, 10,000 grass and mud horses roared past in his heart, and the anger that he had endured for a long time finally broke out:

"Be your sister's self, you think you are chicken soup for the soul?!"

The development of things is very different from the rhythm expected by Song Ming, I thought that looking at the old man's appearance, he should be a master who can show him the way, but in the end, he didn't expect that it was just a passerby who met in Pingshui.

The so-called words are not speculative for more than half a sentence, Song Ming no longer asked, did not even say hello, turned around and jumped off the boulder, and walked out of the grass without looking back.

The drizzle gradually became rough, cold, muddy, and washed his heart.

His steps became heavier and heavier, he had temporarily given up the idea of a samurai, but the heavens met him with a "master", and when he rekindled the flame of hope, fate poured cold water on him.

"That's fate!"

Song Ming laughed at himself indignantly, and at this moment, a roar of a fierce beast suddenly came from behind him.

The roar was unlike any animal he had ever heard.

It seemed to penetrate his eardrums and reach his soul.

He looked back—

Through the rain and the dark night, he saw a beast that appeared to be a pterodactyl, as thin as a dead wood, and one of its wings had been broken, but suddenly it rose from the grass, opened its bloody mouth, and bit the old man off the boulder.

This bite directly swallowed the old man's torso from head to knees, leaving only the old man's two calves, and the flesh and blood on the entire boulder were miserable.

And then, this unsightly, skinny pterosaur began to lazily chew on the old man's flesh, and the eating appearance was like a cow eating grass.

Dumbfounded, almost suffocated, without any thought in his head, Songming slowly crouched down on the spot, crawling into the shallow grass beside him—his animalistic instincts told him that if he made the slightest noise at this moment, he would inevitably become a meat dish of the evil dragon like the old man.

He slowly disappeared from the sight of the "one-winged dragon", ready to slip away quietly.

Suddenly, a thought struck his head:

"Dinosaurs can't eat swords!"

In other words, as long as he waited for the "one-winged dragon" to leave quietly, he might be able to pick up the sword, the sword that was said to be capable of fishing dragons.

His heart pounded, and the cold rain drenched his face.

He suddenly understood that the so-called excitement is to take other people's things for himself.

He did not refuse the little malice in the depths of the human heart, and lay motionless in the grass, looking out from the narrow and dim crevices of the grass, observing the movement on the boulder.

From a distance through the rain curtain, the "single pterosaur" stands upright with its legs hooked, its body is emaciated, only more than three meters tall, its forelimbs are short, and its hind limbs are slightly thicker, and the whole dragon looks as thin as dead wood, and its temperament is far from that of ordinary pterosaurs or dinosaurs.

Suddenly, it scanned the grass and froze in the direction of the pine.

The four eyes looked at each other for a moment, and Song Ming saw those terrifying eyes, white whites, black pupils, which were not dinosaur eyes - they were clearly human eyes.

Song Ming's heart was beating faster, and he raised his hand to look at the Force Table, and the one-winged dragon's Dao pressure was zero.

When it looked at the one-winged dragon again, it had withdrawn its gaze, and after chewing the old man, shook the rain off its head, looked around for a moment, and with a short tail raised, it suddenly jumped off the boulder and disappeared into the grass.

"Is it just an ordinary beast?"

Songming remained unmoved and continued to observe.

Two hours had passed, and after watching left and right to make sure it was safe, he slowly got up, cautiously burrowed into the grass, approached the boulder step by step, and climbed up sharply with his legs.

After the blood was washed away by the heavy rain, only a faint water of blood remained, and it was in the recess of the boulder.

The old man's two stump feet, one east and one west, were placed in a messy manner; And the iron sword named "Thousand Feather Hime" is lying quietly in the west corner of the boulder.

The strange thing is that after this iron sword was washed by the rain, the scabbard did not become the slightest new brightness, and still gave people a dull sense of simplicity - according to Song Ming's years of film and television experience, the more simple and inconspicuous things are, the more likely they are to be treasures.

Song Ming held his breath and concentrated, his heart beat faster, he did not immediately go to get the sword, but looked around the grass forest, and after making sure that it was safe, he brushed away the rain on his face and bent down towards the iron sword.

In an instant, lightning and thunder!

A thin black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner.

Song Ming only felt a chill on his back, and when he turned his head to look, his vision was already shrouded in a black shadow.

Before he could see what it was, he felt a gust of wind rushing towards him, so he instinctively turned sideways to the right.

This evasion allowed him to survive.

A sharp claw that had pierced his heart pierced his left shoulder in an instant.

Blood splattered his vision, and a vicious dinosaur threw him down on the boulder, its right paw into his left shoulder, holding him tightly and immobilizing.

It's that one-winged dragon!

Song Ming gasped and forgot about the pain, but unbelievable, this one-winged dragon seemed to know him, its huge black pupils contracted suddenly, and its eyes seemed to be full of hatred, opening its bloody mouth and gasping for breath at him.

That gasp, like a roar!

He didn't have time to think, or even to fear, and subconsciously stretched out his right arm, wanting to take the sword.

Unfortunately, he was unlucky, because he accidentally touched the iron sword when he dodged it urgently, and at this moment the hilt of the sword had been turned to the other side, so he had to reach out and grab the scabbard.

However, as soon as the five fingers touched the scabbard, before they could hold it tightly, their wrists were slapped open by the claws of the one-winged dragon!

The iron sword "clanged" and was shot more than a meter away, while Song Ming's right wrist was slapped by the giant claw and trembled, the muscles and veins were instantly numb, and the five fingers couldn't move.

At this time, Song Ming had already realized that although this one-winged dragon was thin, its strength was far superior to him, and even his own natural agility, the one-winged dragon was above him!

Unable to move left and right, Song Ming simply turned his head and stared at the fierce thin face of the one-winged dragon!

The open mouth of the blood basin, the fangs were like sharp edges, and the mucus mixed with the blood, dripping on Songming's face; Above the mouth of the blood basin is a pair of enlarged versions of human eyes, the whites of which are covered with bloodshot and creepy.

Because of looking up, when Song Ming and the one-winged dragon met each other, they couldn't help but tremble, and the blood on his left shoulder also gushed out.

Then he realized that the beast was wise! Not only has wisdom, but also strategy, and can forbear! Ambushed in the grass for more than two hours, just to wait for someone to take the bait!

It can be seen that while people are fishing for dragons, dragons are also fishing for people!

Thinking like this, although he stopped the trembling of **, Song Ming's heart became more and more frightened, but his heart became more and more stunned, and his eyes forcibly revealed a fierce light.

Do what you are afraid of, and the fear will disappear - that's his rule.

Song Ming's eyes were red with anger, like a fierce one, and he opened his mouth and spewed a mouthful of saliva at the dragon's face:

"I'll grass your uncle!"

Before the words fell, the one-winged dragon seemed to be able to understand human speech, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth and roared, and a deep voice as thick as a reckless plain burst out, echoing low in Songming's ears:

“Why－you－so－weak……”

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Preview: Chapter 0014, no one knows the name of the mediocre

PS: Because the starting point can't show spaces between English, I had to add a "-" between each word.