The sun in the sky was already leaking out of the valley all over the face, and it was somewhat dazzling and dazzling.

In July, the scorching summer heat has begun to appear, and the beasts need a lot of water, and it is a good season to hunt along the river, but where are the fourth who shoots with a bow, the second who drives away the prey in hand-to-hand combat, the third who tracks and captures, the fifth who greets him with a smile on the bonfire in the camp, and the eternal majestic father-in-law, where are these people?

"Hunting along the river, it must be my best trap......"

His wrinkled face looked like an old farmer in the field, and his eyes gradually closed with a smile of relief from a bumper harvest on the corner of his mouth. Darkness struck, and no matter how hot the light in the sky was, it couldn't warm the limp corpse under the sword.

......

Bai Ze put away his crossbow and approached to look at the miserable corpse with some puzzlement. Just now he only saw that the old man was still fierce and wanted to fight for his life one moment ago, and the next second he fell to the ground, but he got up like a different person, staring at him with a straight look and seemed to have no intention of fighting, and after muttering a few words to himself, he forcibly used demon magic, causing Shang Fang's sword to pass through his chest.

"What is this for? Does he really have no brains? Or does he want to die?"

Bai Ze was puzzled, and for the sake of safety, he first inserted the bloodless Shang Fang sword back into the sheath, and wrapped it tightly with the special animal skin, and then recalled the demon blood clone that was in the distance and gathered together.

"It doesn't seem like there's a backhand. "Fully armed, recovering seven or eight points of combat strength, Bai Ze relaxed a little.

"The thing I promised the little fox has been done, and now that the matter is over, I can go back and collect Guo Sheng's net. ”

He had only taken two steps before he suddenly realized something, and his eyes turned to the back of several large rocks above the cave.

The fox's tail suddenly appeared, and Bai Ze climbed to the top of the cave in a few jumps, eagerly bypassing the big rock, and looking at the place where the little fox was ambushed.

The rope on which the trap was cast was well tied, and there was no trace of trampling on the hole where it had escaped, except for the little fox, who was nowhere to be seen.

Bai Ze approached several large rocks, took a deep breath, and walked into them carefully.

Close to the big stone in front of him, the mobile phone, which originally had a crack in the screen, has been completely cut in half, and there is a fresh cut on the ground in the middle, telling how fierce the blow was, but the old man's weapon, the iron bladed force mark, is not here!

The small footprints around, the traces of struggle and the drag marks of the pullback target tell how the old man's most powerful weapon was only sent out before he died behind the fierce frontal battlefield, called why the pullback mark has not been able to "pull back".

Along the trail, the bloody gas grew thicker and thicker, and when I turned the blind corner of this line of sight, a pit was dug under the intersection of two large stones, and fresh soil was splashed everywhere around.

It is conceivable that a gray-haired big-eared fox found that the powerful force mark fell from the sky, and effortlessly cut the strange thing that emitted Bai Ze's voice into two parts.

The big-eared fox was startled and found that the force mark was struggling from the dirt and wanted to fly back. Although it didn't have any combat power, it also wanted to do its best, so it hurriedly jumped down, and laboriously dragged the struggling Huili Standard to here, trying to bury it under the stone.

But just when the force mark was gone, and the soil was covered, a strong demonic aura flew in, and the force mark suddenly broke through the ground, aiming straight at the gray-haired little fox......

The V-shaped force mark is inserted not far away, and one end of the handle is obliquely upward. Bai Ze's hands trembled a little, and he carefully blew off the thin layer of soil around him, and the gray hair leaked out, swaying slightly with the wind, still with residual warmth.

Small patches of blood-colored wet dirt stuck around the surroundings, and although this blood may not be particularly much to Bai Ze or any human, for a little fox that weighs no more than three or four kilograms, this is probably all there is.

The demon blood clone fell to the ground, softly and quickly cleaning up the surrounding dirt, forming a blood film that enveloped the blade and the wound, preventing the blood from continuing to flow.

In the line of sight, the thin chest rose and fell slightly, but it became weaker and weaker.

"There is still hope!" Bai Ze's eyes flashed slightly, and his hand stretched out halfway, but it stiffened in mid-air, not knowing where to start.

He has never studied medicine, and after years of fighting, he is good at bandaging small injuries and rubbing iodine wine or something, but it will only be so much, not to mention that this is still a fox in front of him, and the treatment must require more veterinary knowledge.

Scratching his hair anxiously, Bai Ze forced himself to calm down, using the knowledge he already had, to judge the injury, "Hundred scrolls are inseparable, such a big penetrating injury and so much blood, it must have hurt the arteries, whether it hurt important organs is not clear, but it must not be moved easily, and blood transfusions should be given." ”

Just as he wanted to lean his wrist over, Bai Ze slapped his head again, "Blood type! Everyone has four blood types, and there are all kinds of rare RH or something, there are more than twenty kinds of blood types of dogs, God knows how many kinds of foxes there are, and what kind of gray-haired little fox is!"

"Let's make sure we don't hurt our organs!"

He rummaged through the storage bag and quickly took out two spirit stones and a mirror that had been sleeping for a long time. For so many days, in addition to waking up every week to absorb two spirit stones at a time, the mirror has been sleeping, according to its words, it is cultivating to get rid of the resentment in the body, and in the future, it is for Bai Ze's good.

But now I can't care about it, "Dangdang" made two crisp sounds, and the milk voice shouted angrily: "I'm a mirror!

"Bullets can be blocked, you are still afraid of this little bit of strength!" Bai Ze couldn't wait to face the little fox in the mirror, "Nonsense, I have time to say it later, help me see if its injuries are saved!"

Talking about business, the mirror became serious, and the mirror flashed, shining the figure of the little fox in.

"The situation is not good!" the milk voice of the mirror was a little heavy, "the main vein has been cut, and several intestines have been broken, if you don't send it to your human hospital in time for treatment, you won't live for long." ”

"Wait!" The mirror seemed to suddenly find something.

"What's wrong?" Bai Ze hurriedly stepped forward.

"This is a male fox! You are nervous!" "I thought you were fascinated by the fox spirit, and I thought you were trying to persuade you to cultivate seriously, and your carnal desires will eventually be empty......!

"You look like I'm in the mood to joke with you!" Bai Ze frowned, his eyes flashing with anger.

The villain in the mirror trembled slightly, and explained with some embarrassment: "Cultivation is a lonely journey, relatives and friends will inevitably be separated sooner or later because of the end of life, it would ......be better for you to experience this process as soon as possible."