Out of instinctive disgust for the silt, Yang Qian didn't notice it at all, and he didn't expect that there would be creatures inside, let alone take precautions.

So when he sensed that something was attacking him, he instinctively turned around with a flick of his tail, and waved a pair of sharp claws at the black shadow that was rushing at him.

The sharp claws that swung suddenly brought out a wind whistle and grabbed the incoming black shadow fiercely.

His reaction was fast enough, but he was bitten by the black shadow on his body, the real python belt.

Yes, the unlucky python has endured countless tortures, and it is not dead, so it once again enjoyed special treatment and was kissed by this black shadow that came to sneak attack.

The black shadow just rubbed on the python's body and fell, the wound on its body was so large that it didn't even have a chance to finally return to the mud, and in its mouth, it still had a piece of flesh torn from the python's body.

The black shadow that came to sneak attack was actually gray-yellow, with strange patterns. In terms of appearance, it is the appearance of an eel, but it is magnified many times, and the length is more than ten meters; The oval body is much thicker than a python, and it is all slippery slime.

It was precisely because of the length of the big eel that Yang Qian was able to counterattack, and if it was short enough, it would be difficult to say.

The food in the eel's mouth explains why it dares to come and attack the combination of a dinosaur and a python. Because it only needs to make contact with its prey once, it can easily tear off the flesh of its prey, and obviously the teeth used as a weapon are surprisingly sharp; Coupled with its weight, it also has a considerable advantage compared to pythons. It can be seen that in this area, at least it can be regarded as a land snake.

Probably it saw this place as its own territory, which gave it such courage.

It's a pity that it's the same as the unlucky python, and it chose the wrong target.

Several deep claw marks made the stinky blood in its body gush outward like a fountain, and the sharp pain made it roll desperately on the ground, and before it could get close to the mud, it was pressed to the ground by Yang Gan.

The slime on its body made it slippery and difficult to focus, but the slime couldn't resist the sharp claws.

Yang Qian exerted his strength slightly, this eel, who didn't know if it was a mutation or could have grown so big, completely became a pile of dead meat.

Looking at the python that had been tortured and dying, and then at the eel that was bleeding and covered with mud and sand, he suddenly kindly threw the eel to the python.

This young python attacked Yang Gan because he was dizzy from hunger, but unfortunately the sneak attack failed and was captured, and there was no chance to hunt since that day. It has not eaten and suffered inhumane torture, and it is not far from death at this time.

So when the food came to it, it didn't hesitate to bite it and began to swallow it desperately.

Yang Qian cautiously stepped into the cave, and the rocks on the ground made him feel a little relieved. Such a ground indicates that the likelihood of other creatures appearing inside becomes extremely small.

Still, he kept his guard intact. The further he walked inside, the drier the air became, and soon, the entire cavern was under his sight.

The cave is a large cave with rocks, the middle of the ground is slightly lower, and the stones are very broken and mixed with some mud and sand, and it looks like there must have been water flowing here a long time ago. It's just a vicissitudes of life, and now it's just an ordinary cave.

Sweep out a clearing with his tail, then place the airtail lizard between two large rocks, and move a large stone from the side to press on it, ensuring that it will not crush it and at the same time make it impossible to escape.

The poor little thing let out a chirping and pleading sound, but Yang Gan, who had seen its cunning, was not soft-hearted. He believed that as long as the empty-tailed lizard seized the opportunity, it would definitely escape. Now he still kind of doesn't want to let it go.

As for how to deal with this rare empty-tailed lizard, Yang Qian hadn't thought about it yet, anyway, he wouldn't let it go for the time being.

As soon as he lay down to rest, he suddenly stood up again and walked towards the outside of the cave. The python outside had already devoured most of its food, and he dragged its tail on the rocky ground all the way to the innermost part of the cave.

When Yang Qian woke up on time the next day, he subconsciously glanced around, the empty-tailed lizard became a little sluggish, and the python was full of stomach and was sleeping soundly - not that it didn't want to escape, but the sharp stones on the ground, for it to eat too much, it was a fatal trap; And that terrifying crocodile demon, even if it slept, didn't leave enough for it to escape.

Yang Gan, who woke up, ignored the poor empty-tailed lizard and the giant python that had resigned himself to his fate, but slowly came to the mouth of the cave, lying lazily on the ground, enjoying the sunshine of the early morning.

He hadn't figured out where to go next.

He doesn't plan to go back to the Sancha River for the time being, at least he has to wait for a month!

It's a good idea to get around, but you need to think carefully about how you decide on your route.

The Cretaceous period is so big, maybe you can meet intelligent creatures like yourself? Isn't that toothed dragon that framed itself quite smart?

It's a pity that in this era, there is no channel to spread the news, let alone communicate, and I don't know if I can recognize it when I encounter intelligent life. If you finally encounter it, but you are eaten by yourself, then it is not very fun?

Thinking of communication, his eyes suddenly lit up, pondered for a moment, and then turned his head and began to look at the stone walls on both sides of the cave entrance behind him.

Then he tried his best to straighten himself up, and he lay on the top of the stone wall, his long sharp claws against the rock wall, and began to make a continuous stabbing sound.

He's going to paint some murals.

If you can't communicate through words, you can't communicate through words and pictures.

He thought he was a little crazy, and he was looking forward to finding an intelligent life like himself in the Cretaceous world.

But he also felt that since he could travel here, maybe there were other intelligent beings here, nothing could happen, just like he traveled through hundreds of millions of years and thousands of years to become a dire crocodile.

His painting is not a skill at all, barely graffiti. And because of physical reasons, coupled with the factors of the stone wall, for various reasons, when he saw the first pattern he had drawn, if it was not what he had just depicted, he would not be able to recognize what he had drawn.

A sharp claw was shortened by him, and there were many crooked lines on the stone wall.

The things composed of these lines really can't be called paintings, but they are already Yang Gan's hardest work.

The first one is made up of many blank spaces, in fact, he originally painted a street, but unfortunately the technique is not up to par, and it looks like countless empty spaces. In the middle position, he also drew a few strange small patterns: a circle, a vertical line underneath, and two diagonal lines on the left and right are symmetrical, forming a simple strange pattern.

This pattern represents "people".

The next picture is many, many circles, and then on top of one of the circles, there is a strange little head. This is the scene when he was born.

Then, there is the scene of three rivers converging into one large river, and in the middle, a crocodile.

All the images are extremely abstract, and basically no other creature can identify what is painted except the author, but Yang Qian is still very satisfied.

He decided that in the next month, he would tread the surrounding mountains and plains, and spread his "masterpieces" everywhere he could.

No, not just the next month, it's all the years to come.

If possible, he even hoped that his paintings could be spread throughout the Cretaceous period.

(The dinosaur crocodile, who has been lonely for too long, has finally begun to look for a wise companion, begging for collections, asking for tickets!) ）