"Hurry up!"

"I'm Cao! Hurry up! You hold it down, or Lao Tzu will never let it go-"

"Fast !!"

Seeing that he couldn't drag it anymore, and regardless of whether the wolf's head in front of him would suddenly burst out like a turtle's head and give himself a life, he snorted and mustered up the courage to grab the werewolf's hands, intending to fight to be crossed in two ways, and also to die in this comparison.

But......

At the same time as he stretched out his hand, the werewolf's yellow and green eyes suddenly swept towards Al, and at that moment, his whole body seemed to be blown by a gust of wind with ice blades!

His attention was attracted by the wolf's eyes, and he naturally couldn't take care of the pair of wolf paws that suddenly turned, nor could he see the trace of cunning in the eyes of another pair of eyes staring at him.

I only had time to shout in my heart, bad!

The werewolf's eyes were radiating a strange light, it changed the target of the attack, its claws like the wind over the serf's outstretched hands, pinching the neck in front of him with a clear pulse, and immediately pinched the despicable guy who knocked him over like himself, and his tongue spit out, and it pulled the other party closer to him, and the scarlet tongue licked Al's face.

The turquoise eyes stared at the sneak attacker who didn't know whether to live or die, as if staring at his own funeral goods.

Al struggled and resisted, and he suddenly understood the emotion expressed by those slitted turquoise eyes, a look of contentment.

He felt like his neck was being clamped with iron, and it was still tightening, but the neck that was pinched was not the most uncomfortable, the most terrible thing was the head that was about to explode and the chest and lungs that were about to explode.

I'll you! Lao Tzu won't give you a funeral! Al began to learn the tactics of werewolves, his hands no longer care about the iron hoop around his neck, but instead buckle the pair of green eyeballs, the moment he let go, his neck seemed to be broken, but he also touched what he wanted, and he dug desperately, he seemed to hear a whimper, and there was a round thing in each of his hands, and the warm liquid sprayed him all over the face.

His consciousness was rapidly dissipating, and he finally failed to witness the beast's death before the darkness robbed him of sight.

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There was silence in the woodland, although it was silent, but it was not very stuffy, the giant trees were towering, and the empty space under the canopy of dozens of meters high was completely enough for the breeze to flow.

At first glance, in addition to the green and green, not to mention the green rattans, shrubs, weeds, etc., even the bark of those towering trees is green.

Although the woodland is not absolutely green, it is a color that represents the majority of vitality...... The occasional bare yellow-brown color that represents the earth, the occasional few nameless flowers, or some other color that I don't know what plant has...... It's not worth mentioning.

As a serf, Al has a lot of experience with green, but he's not seen as much green in his life as he has seen it these days, and this hue has been seen so much that sometimes it can even make people who walk through it feel like they're going to be stuck in the same place.

If a person who has never seen a woodland is thrown here all of a sudden, the moment he opens his eyes, his first question must be, am I a plant?

When Al woke up again, he felt in a daze that he was lying behind someone, and opened a slit in his eyes, only to see that there was still a green patch in front of him, and as he moved, they were all jolting and slowly retreating in his sight.

Slowed down, he endured his headache and recalled his previous experience, if hell was not green, then he should still be in the woodland of the valley, although it was not the first time for him to wake up in the woodland, but he still couldn't help but curse in his heart: the forest of color blindness.

At this time, except for the severe pain in the neck, the feeling of other parts has not changed much, the sour and soft places are sore, and the weak places are weak, Al thought about it, at this time, he still has enough strength in his body, and there should be only that......

Alas, he sighed secretly in his heart, and couldn't help but think of what the gold digger named Hoover said, how did he forget it, but he only remembered that one of the passages said that the woodland raised many gold diggers, and the women among them were all wild and sexy, what the hell, the first person he met alone in the woodland was actually a man?

This really doesn't bode well.

He rolled his eyes, and fought fiercely with the smell of sweat that filled his nasal cavities, the sweat acid mixed with the smell of grass was unbearable, although the smell was very disgusting, but the thought of continuing to land on his feet and work hard step by step...... Al thought about it for a moment, and then managed to convince himself with his superb verbal art that it didn't seem to smell that bad.

These days are really scared, he closes his eyes again, wanting to continue to play dead, and then take the opportunity to sleep again.

Although he was being carried by someone at this time, he didn't dare to think that this was the other party repaying him, think about it, although he and this man can be regarded as life and death, they are not friends in trouble.

Al wanted to run, and was forced by this person to move, if the role was exchanged, Al would not do anything to the other party for the sake of the other party's help, but it would not be like this, in the dangerous woodland, it would take precious physical strength to carry the other party on his back.

Is he interested in men?!

Al shrank in fright, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and then a sharp pain came from his throat, and Al said to himself, "Draft, it's a big cake!" and then he choked and coughed.

"Awake?" was the man's voice.

"It's not ...... yet" Al, who was still in shock, responded angrily, but was immediately thrown to the ground by the other party, and he cursed loudly, "Ouch my grass, can't you put me down properly!"

"No, you can't. ”

"I-"

"If you're not afraid of werewolves, keep shouting. ”

The pain in his throat made his combat effectiveness drop a lot, and before he could say a dirty word, he was interrupted by the other party, so angry that he trembled for a while, and he didn't spit out the remaining three-character scripture while holding his throat.

Of course, cursing in his heart is inevitable, Al greeted the other party's old grandmother a thousand times, as for the werewolf or something, then ...... Then let's be symbolically afraid.

The man looked at Al's appearance, sneered, didn't say much, and walked forward on his own, parting the plants in front of him, and in the blink of an eye disappeared into the green.

Al was afraid that he would lose it, so he quickly struggled to get up and followed.