Brother Xiang sent a few people to the other side of the river and turned around and left, and when he returned, he rowed very fast—because the dried meat around the boat dispersed quickly, and although Meng Bighead ate people, it was hard to guarantee that he would not come out again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Looking at his figure going back, Han Feng asked Lijiao puzzledly, "Since it is so difficult to make a living by the river, why don't they move to a village closer to Xiangcheng?"

Liyu said: "Draw the ground as a prison on behalf of others." If there are no ferrymen on the river, who will bring them the herbs from the mountains?"

"Since it is a prison drawn, how can those people on the mountain walk away?" Han Feng was still puzzled.

"Draw the ground as a prison, and there is no limit to height. Li Rao glanced at him, then pointed to the north and said, "Let's go!"

Heading north along the Na River, there are almost no people on the way. Because the river ebb and flow, and the forest is too dangerous, several people take turns to be on duty at night when they rest. The tree house they built was on a big tree along the river, and they often woke up at night only to find that the rest of the body below them had become a river, and they didn't know how many dangers were hidden in the waves.

When he was on duty at night, Han Feng once saw a monkey accidentally fall into the river from a tree to avoid a bobcat, but in the blink of an eye, only a skeleton of bones was left in the water. The bones are white, and there is no meat left.

Obviously, this skeleton was not left by a giant beast like the Bighead that eats people and does not spit out bones. That skeleton reminded Han Feng of the ants that Liji had summoned to eat the corpses of white elephants, small but numerous man-eating animals, perhaps the most terrifying and unguardable danger.

Although the forest was full of dangers, fortunately, when a few people gathered together, no wild beast dared to provoke them. And what surprised Han Feng was that this road was clear from Yu and said that she had never been here, but she walked very firmly, even if she encountered a fork in the road on the way, she still took the lead in stride, and she didn't even look at the fork in the road.

What gave her such confidence?

Of course, "going fast" is the best thing for Kuroko. He doesn't complain now, and talks more about his daughter-in-law and children along the way. After a long time, even Han Feng remembered the name of each of his children, when they had birthdays, and even when they were weaned, teethed, and learned to walk—including his eldest son's family history, he had recently learned to help him steal.

Listening to Heizi proudly talking about how unique his eldest son's craftsmanship was, Han Feng was embarrassed for a while, and suddenly remembered the daughter Zhuo Xiaoting left behind. I don't know how the girl lives by Xing Hou's side, Liu Quan is really open, letting his daughter be a hostage, but he can't see his anxiety.

After the group walked for four days, Lijiao finally led everyone to the fork in the road and no longer walked in the direction of the riverbank.

However, although it is a fork in the road, it is still a bank - this is the largest tributary of the upper Na River, the ancient river.

"Furukawa, is it because he is very old?" Kuroko joked unscrupulously, and now he has a request for Liji, and Liji also asks for him, as long as he doesn't violate the bottom limit of Liji, he can say anything in his mouth.

Hearing that Kuroko was disrespectful to the holy river of his clan, he snorted lightly and ignored it. She walked very fast, and in terms of her skills, she was on par with Kuroko, not at all like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl. Han Feng secretly admired her, but while he had respect, he was even more vigilant.

The river next to the ancient river is even more bumpy, this place is far away from the area where herbs grow, and no one has been there for dozens or hundreds of years, so this forest is more barren and the beasts are more wild.

The beasts here have never seen people, and certainly they are not afraid. In their eyes, these four "big monkeys" with different descriptions, colorful "fur" and able to walk upright are far less terrifying than the green python. And the green python looks terrifying, but it has to be instructed by the monkey, and it is obviously also a strong outsider, so there is no need to worry.

So, on the first day of Han Feng's walk around the ancient river, Han Feng and the four of them met a unique welcome from the beast.

In winter, when there is little water and the banks are narrow, they walk along the river, and sometimes they walk into the muddy and wet river. The wet mud was up to the ankles, and everyone walked one foot deep and one foot shallow, except for Wan Rou. Because Han Feng was carrying Wanrou on his back, his footprints were deeper than those of Kuroko and Liji, and sometimes he was almost buried in the mud to his knees.

He insisted on taking a step forward, and suddenly saw a mud pond not far away, and something got into the mud, sliding towards several people.

The whole thing was covered in yellow and green mud, and it was impossible to see what it was, and the only thing that could be identified was its tail. The tail is grayish-black, because it mainly relies on its tail to swing forward in the mud, so the tail has the least mud, so everyone can see the gray scales on its tail.

"Crocodile!" Just when Han Feng was about to draw out the purple gold sword, he was not surprised, his fingers were together, and he shouted, and the green python immediately got into the mud, and then, not more than a few feet in front of everyone, the mud floor was like a boiling pot, and a python and a crocodile fought together.

The green python has no sharp claws and no sharp teeth, so it can only rely on its body to be flexible and longer than the other party, and wrap itself around the crocodile one by one. However, if the crocodile dares to attack four people and one python, how can it be easy to match.

In the mud splashes, the crocodile's huge head finally emerged from the mud. Yellowed teeth were displayed in rows in front of the four, the largest of which was almost as big as the dagger Wanrou carried with her.

"Obedient!" At the same time as the crocodile's head was exposed, the sunspot screamed, and a "dry land onion" pulled its leg out of the dirt road, and then rolled and crawled, rubbing against the shore. But there were rows of thorn trees growing on the shore, and with spikes in front of him, he had nowhere to go.

Li Jian frowned, and scolded again: "What are you afraid of? My green python is not dead yet!"

Han Feng drew the purple gold sword in his hand at this time, and had slowly walked to the side of the battlefield of a snake and a crocodile, just wanting to stab the crocodile to death with a sword, but the closer he walked, the more the crocodile's huge body shocked him.

This crocodile seems to be two people long, if it weren't for the green python preemptively entangled it, I am afraid that before it gets close to it, it has been cut through its belly and intestines by its sharp claws. However, at this time, although the green python strangled the crocodile three times, the crocodile's eyes almost popped out of its sockets, and it was no longer out of breath, but the crocodile's struggle was still amazing.

With each stroke of its claws, there was an additional wound on the python's body, and the deepest one could almost directly see the bone. Snake blood spurted out and splattered all over the ground.

She couldn't help but suppress the sound of scolding the sunspot, and instead stared at the crocodile rolling on the ground.

The air was gradually squeezed out of the crocodile's lungs, and with each minute of squeezing out, the green python tightened its body for another minute. And this battle of giant beasts, after a stalemate for half an hour, finally came to an end.

The crocodile was strangled to death, and the green python had more than 20 wounds on its body, and it was dying.

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