A blue-gray bison happily sprinkled joy in the field.

The air dimension is cool, the order belongs to the late spring, and the time saving in this secret garden is not the same as the spring and summer in the outside world. The grass is green, the neck is green, the leaves are thick, and it is the best time for palatability, and no herbivore can resist these nutrient-rich forages. Not to mention the many shrubs mixed in the grass, which have not yet experienced the baptism of summer thunder and autumn wind, and the green thorns on the body are soft, which is a good time to take a bite.

Both hares and antelopes shake off their cheeks and fill their stomachs with food to make up for the sequelae of the physical and mental emptiness caused by the long winter.

Except for the green cow.

Measuring three meters tall at the shoulders, the brute was covered in fine scales and armor, shimmering with unsettling colors in the gloomy weather. Although it also looks like a cow, no one should be mistaken to confuse it with its cousins who work in the fields—especially its scarlet eyes, which can be accurately judged by any young wizard who has graduated from elementary school.

The two horns of the bull demon did not poke straight into the sky, nor did they extend flat left and right, but after growing flat, they twisted and went inward sharply, and the tips of the horns pierced the skull.

If you could describe it in one word, it would probably be called a 'two-horned piercing' type.

Zheng Qing knew that cows with such horns were particularly fond of fighting. He vaguely remembered that in a dream he had sat on a bull with such horns, and that an old man with a vague appearance had told him that the horns on the bull's head had hurt so much that it had to be thrown around, in order to alleviate the slow but steady pain.

This made Zheng Qing, who had a similar headache experience, always involuntarily feel a little bit of sympathy when he looked at the scalper.

It's just that at the end of the dream, the old man went to build the road and took the cattle away.

He was quite disappointed.

In the wilderness.

The bull demon snorted as he staggered, sniffing and searching for something. It dismisses the tender grass around its mouth, and occasionally a few playful flowers fall into its nose and provoke the boss's sneezing.

This did not affect it in the slightest from slowly closing the distance between it and the Guilty Hunters.

The bull demon could smell it, and there was a tempting smell in the air, as if it aroused the hunger and thirst imprinted in its veins, and made it go crazy.

It wasn't until he passed by the embers that the bull demon finally stopped.

It can confirm that the breath originally came from the still burning forest. Only now, the forest is more of a pungent smell left over from the burning of the grass and trees—oh, and there seems to be a fellow with the 'Holy Blood' among them, who has also been reduced to ashes—and the thick smoke and dust that have been overshadowed by the smell it had been looking for.

It twisted its neck, opened its nostrils to the maximum, and inhaled hard.

Aside from four or five sneezes in quick succession from the dust, it didn't sniff out any more valuable clues. Even the alluring aura that had been there before had become vague and almost gone.

This made the bull demon obviously irritable.

It let out a low roar, flicked its tail heavily, and whipped at random on a thorn tree at the edge of the woods. The trunk of the thick tree at the mouth of the bowl was torn off by its tail, and the upper body of the alder tree with its umbrella-like crown flew out of the distance with this strange force, and fell into the smoke-filled forest.

"Boom. ”

As the stumps of the alder tree fell to the ground, there was a sudden sound of rustling in the grass not far away, looming through the thick blue-white smoke.

The bull demon's ears moved slightly, and the egg-sized bull's eyes immediately flashed a terrifying red light, and he looked fiercely at the place where the sound was made.

The grass shook slightly, and a white rabbit jumped out.

The rabbit was covered in white short pile, with short limbs and an unusually large body. At this moment, it rolled its two red eyes, trembled its narrow ears, and stared at the wild bull not far away.

"Moo!!"

The bull demon sniffled.

Although this rabbit has a very faint smell on its body, it is not what it desires - it should be the smell of the wizard mentioned in the bloodline memory - if it smells the rabbit before today, it will definitely rush over and bite the rabbit in desperation.

But now, it has more important things hanging on its mind.

After judging that the little thing was not his prey, nor his companion, and that it was not a threat to him, the bull demon let out a warning roar, and turned his head to continue staring at the smoking woods, thinking about what to do next.

It has the feeling that the prey it really desires is nearby.

"Click!"

The rabbit seems to feel that it is extremely humiliating to be ignored by the bull demon. So he pulled out a thick radish from behind him, clicked and gnawed twice, gnawed out the appearance of a double-edged short sword, and then with a 'squeak' scream, rushed to the feet of the bull demon, and poked it with a vicious radish sword.

The bull demon was interrupted to think deeply, quite dissatisfied, but he didn't bother to bother with this little thing. It just shook its hooves and smashed the turnip sword to pieces, and then looked up again, pacing slowly along the edge of the woods, hesitating to go deeper and search for it.

The rabbit saw that the bull demon was poked by himself, and suddenly became excited, and he jumped around and left, not forgetting to raise the short tail behind him, and swayed a few times at the wild bull.

But after running a few steps, it turned back to find that the bull demon was just pacing slowly along the edge of the forest, and had not chased it at all.

The rabbit's round eyes suddenly narrowed, revealing a dangerous red light.

The bull demon didn't even glance at it, just tilted its head and sniffled to itself, trying to distinguish the familiar scent from the scent molecules that permeated the air, except for certain hydrocarbons, nitrogen oxides, and other particulate matter.

The chubby white rabbit has finally given up on the 'gentle' means.

Once again, it pulled out an even thicker radish from its back and tiptoed behind the bull demon.

The bull demon was indifferent and continued to sniff hard.

"Squeak!"

With a scream, the rabbit jumped two meters high, waved the radish in his hand, and poked at the back door of the bull demon.

The bull demon's head was slightly off, his eyes twitched, and his thick tail 'whirred' up, and it was heavily pumped on the rabbit.

"Poof. ”

Like the sound of a balloon leaking, this annoying funny rabbit was crushed by the bull demon's tail, turning into a flutter of white shredded paper.

The bull demon, who was expecting to paint his tail a little color, was stunned, as if he didn't understand what was going on.

"Puff ......"

A muffled, muffled laugh came from the grass on the hill not far away.

Then a shadowy figure trembled in the grass, gradually revealing its true face.