When I got to the bottom of the tree, I wrapped my cold blanket tightly, leaned against the trunk of the tree, squatted down, and was held by me in front of my chest, quietly waiting for the flying centipede to appear.

Time passed little by little, and it seemed that the sky was about to dawn, but there was still only the sound of wind around me, and the body temperature on my body had lost a lot with time, so I curled up my body together and tried to delay the passage of body temperature as much as possible.

I looked at the time, it's three o'clock in the morning, according to the law of this season, the sunrise will be around six o'clock at the earliest, according to the current situation, three more hours of freezing, I may really not be able to hold on.

I shuddered and stretched out my hand, took the flint in my backpack, drew a circle on the ground, picked up some dry branches around me, and raised a small fire on the spot, barely maintaining my body temperature.

I sighed hard at my stiff hands, rubbed my hands the flint a few times, and one by one sparks fell on the dry wood, and after a few minutes, there was already a large fire in front of me.

Finally, under the firelight, my frozen body slowly improved.

Maybe I was so bored that I looked at the shadows reflected in the firelight, and I found it funny, I picked up a branch, shook it from side to side in the firelight, and looked at it and remembered a shadow puppet play, which was the only way I could relieve my boredom tonight.

Well? Why didn't the shadow of this branch move?

I shook the branch in my hand vigorously, but the shadow on the ground did not move. I looked at the shadow on the ground, my body stiffened, the shadow reflected on the ground, why is it so like two tentacles?

I instinctively looked back, and this time my soul almost scared me out!

A claw, the size of a mineral water bottle, was waving above my head, and I rolled forward, looking back, wasn't that the centipede?

Just, how did it get so big?

Half of this centipede's body is hidden in the grass, and only half of its body is poking out, and this half of its body is already longer than my arm, and if this thing stands up, won't it be taller than me?

Not only that, but it was shiny with oil, as if someone had rubbed a layer of shoe polish, and even though the vision was very dark, I could still see the thief light reflected on it! The most terrifying thing is that the teeth that come out of its mouth, sharp and long, like straws, and two green eyes, make me shudder to see.

I have been afraid of bugs with many legs since I was a child, and I can jump up in fear when I see spiders, and now let me face such a centipede, this is not a test of my ability, it is a test of my psychological quality!

When it was too late, the flying centipede swung its claws at me and killed me, and at the same time, its entire body was exposed. Between the lightning and flint, I tilted my body, dodging this trick of vicious dog pounce, I took out the dust and jerked him on the back of the neck. This whisk is made of golden silk, but I didn't expect that when it hit it, it left a few white marks, and it didn't break its armor at all.

Sure enough, this centipede that sucked the brain marrow is indeed different! Although it didn't do any damage for a while, it did some effect.

And, just by looking at this one, I've already seen the flaws in the flying centipede. Don't look at this thing is very fierce, but its size is too big, this mountain is already rugged, there are so many trees around, it wants to spread its body, then it can only knock over the tree, but the trees around here, thicker than my waist, want to knock over, it is not so easy.

Taking advantage of the terrain and my own bouncing power, I adhered to the principle of "shoot and change places", repeatedly jumping sideways on it, constantly whipping its back with a whisk, and after a while, I actually had the upper hand.

When I held the dust whisk high and was about to attack his tail end, I was suddenly stunned, and even forgot to wave the dust whisk in my hand, because the tail end of the flying centipede is also a huge centipede head!

It actually has two heads!

It was just such a stunned kung fu, the flying centipede was like a spring, with the front head against my waist, and the back head hit my stomach, all this happened in an instant, I had no chance to hide!

For a moment, there was only one word in my mind - pain. As for what it hurts, I can't tell, I feel like my internal organs have been squeezed together, and I can't tell what it hurts!

Seeing that I had fallen, the flying centipede wanted to repeat its old tricks and continue to clamp me. But my experience in fighting so many times is not a joke! The moment it caught me, I rolled down, straight under its belly.