At night, everyone rests in the mountains and forests. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThis is only the first day of entering the Sycamore Forest, and there is still a day and a half to go from Elephant City, and this section of the road is said to be the easiest.

The ground of the Cangwu Forest was damp, insects and snakes were rampant, although it was winter, the forest was as warm as early spring, and Han Feng even saw a palm-sized spider and a wrist-thick python shuttling back and forth between the slightly cool leaves and branches. No one dared to pitch a tent on the ant-infested meadow, so Han Feng learned to build a treehouse for the first time.

Find two big trees about a foot apart, cut down the upright metasequoia wood frame and tie it between the branches of the tree, then cut some wooden sticks of the same length and tie them horizontally to the cedar for support, and after the "wooden bed" is built, then set up an oblique bracket on it, and use the wide mountain palm leaves to build a tent, and soon, a rainproof and snake-proof tree house will be built.

The treehouse was about half a person's height above the ground, which could ensure that even the largest red python would be difficult to climb, but just in case, Han Feng still sharpened both ends of the wood at the bottom of the treehouse to prevent a wild beast from attacking in the middle of the night.

The night is quiet. More than a dozen treehouses are scattered around a roaring bonfire in the center. In the caravan, there was an order to watch the fire in shifts at night, and Han Feng was unexpectedly lined up at the end of the hour—that was also the hardest time to wake up. Han Feng smiled, unwilling to have more disputes with these people. He couldn't help but think of the days when he was a soldier in Hongyuan, when it was freezing cold, and he often had to come out of the warm bed to watch the night, not to mention that he risked his life at any time to be attacked by the wolves...... In any case, life like this is much better now.

Although Wanrou felt sorry for him, she also knew that she couldn't reason with those caravan people, so she had to shrink her body in the narrow treehouse to make Han Feng's sleeping place as spacious as possible. Han Feng is not an ignorant person, but after getting along for so long, he also knows that if he blindly pushes back, he is afraid that Wanrou will be more uneasy, and he will sleep more unsteadily. It is true that this "bed board" made of sticks is disgusting no matter who sleeps, and I am afraid that only Zhan Fan can snore on it.

The two of them were half asleep, and neither of them noticed that the bonfire outside was faintly dark green and emitted an ominous light.

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He was in a hurry all the time during the day, and Rao was Han Feng, and he also felt sleepy. Therefore, no matter how uncomfortable the wooden bed was, he also slept without knowing who was going to know, but not long after entering the Black Sweet Country, he only felt a pain in his back, so he lifted the purple gold long sword on his right hand, and the whole person sat up.

The sword light was shaking the face of a black-and-yellow man under the treehouse. The man yawned twice in a row, and angrily flicked Han Feng's purple gold long sword, and said, "Get up, it's your turn." ”

Han Feng froze and looked out. The shadows of the surrounding trees were mottled, and it was obvious that they could distinguish which ones were from the firelight and which were from the moonlight. Today is the middle of the month, and it should be fifteen according to the day, and the moonlight is at its fullest, and the moon is the roundest, and it rises highest, but the shadows of the moonlight are long and slanting to the west—not even the time of the child.

That man deceived himself. Han Feng sneered, thinking that at this time, as the caravan left, he would have to let them go. So, he pretended not to know anything, put down the purple gold sword in his hand, and was about to jump off the tree house, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Wanrou is gone.

Wanrou has never practiced kung fu, and she will never be so light that she can't realize it when she wants to go down to the treehouse. Han Feng's eyes were cold, and he looked at the surrounding treehouses, but he immediately denied his conjecture.

Walking all the way, these people have a few catties and a few taels of kung fu, he knows very well, if I am afraid that only a master like Zhan Fan can quietly abduct the woman who was held in his arms, in this case, what is going on?

Han Feng didn't have the heart to think about the night duty anymore. His mind was full of gentleness at this time, and at the same time, he also remembered the advice from the leader and the white boy during the day.

What kind of so-called god has kidnapped Wanrou? Could it be the thing that shouts "help" in the depths of the mountains and forests?

The forest was full of mystery, which made him feel strange and awe-inspiring at the same time. Things here can't all be handled by common sense, but no matter what it is, since it happens, there must be a way to follow.

The handsome man with the black and yellow face jumped to the ground with his sword in front of him, and he did not rush to the campfire to add firewood, but frowned and half-knelt on the ground under the tree house, carefully looking for something.

Han Feng's serious appearance made the man forget to ask him for not doing his job for a while, but he also became curious: "Hey, boy, what are you looking at?"

"Footprints. Han Feng only replied with two words. He searched the ground bit by bit, not even under the leaves. However, except for the two unnamed insects, only the footprints of the man on the side remained.

Since there is nothing on the ground, then only the trees remain.

This was a very natural train of thought, so Han Feng raised his head and looked at the "roof" of the tree house. ”

The leaves of the mountain palm are broad and well-grained. In order to prevent sudden rain, he built the tree house with the leaves in a certain order, but now the textures are clearly out of order.

The leaves are still those leaves, so dense that he can't see any difference when he looks up from the inside of the treehouse, and even at this moment, when he looks from the outside of the treehouse by the light of the bonfire, it is difficult to find that these leaves have been manipulated by "people" without looking carefully.

But it is clear that the leaves have been lifted, and they have all been lifted and put back on. No matter what it was, it was like lifting the lid of a pot, falling from the sky, and taking Wanrou away while he was asleep.

The black-and-yellow-faced man saw Han Feng stunned at the tree house, and was just about to say, "When are you going to see the bonfire", he felt a flower in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that the man's body was as light as a bobcat, and his hand was on the weak bulge of the tree trunk, and he landed on the tree in just a few clicks. His movements were light and swift, and the trunk of the tree he was stepping on did not even shake. In the blink of an eye, he had climbed into the canopy of the tree and was gone.

"Hey!" the man was anxious, thinking to himself what had happened to him. But as soon as he opened his throat and raised his head and roared, something fell from the "sky" and smashed right on his face. The man was startled, and when he took the thing off his face, he screamed in fright, and hurriedly threw the thing to the ground—it was actually a cyan snake molt, although it had been dry for a long time, but after all, it was a snake molt, and the place where he first grabbed it with his hand was actually the eyelid of the snake.

There are crises everywhere in the forest, and Rao is this man is already a veteran, and he is still sweating after being stimulated so much. He cursed in a low voice as Han Feng didn't want to die, and was thinking that he would have to spend an unknown amount of time on the night when he suddenly heard a woman's scream from the forest farther away.

Almost at the same time as the woman screamed, a red figure swept through the canopy, it was Han Feng.

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