After asking Mosi for his opinion, Juan prepared to return to the building as a whole.

Zerella's bar mitzvah has been completed, and the sooner Morgan's injuries are treated, the better.

The Vault Dweller is hungry for a long time, and it is not something that can be recovered by eating a full meal, but needs to be slowly adjusted.

Rather than staying on the prairie, returning to the building is a better option.

But Tracey refused.

"What does it mean to hire us as tour guides and just leave?"

"Can't I change my mind?"

"No, it's a disgrace to us, and we Vault Dwellers would rather die than accept alms!

"If you change your mind, then let's go!"

"We Vault Dwellers"?

Juan hehe.

Why do some people always like to replace the real thoughts of the represented group with their personal thoughts, and then they can still say it "with righteous words"?

Can't she turn and look at the despair in the eyes of the skinny Vault Dwellers?

This kind of despair is knowing that something is wrong, but you are powerless or afraid to change it, you can only watch it go wrong, watch it continue to take the lives of innocent people, and your heart is gradually cold and numb, and finally becomes nothing to do.

Juan was touched to the heart by this desperate look, and he decided to give them a chance.

"Well, in two teams, General Thorin, you lead half of the Dragonman Self-Defense Men and escort Morgan, Moth, Zerela, Frodo, and the Vault Dwellers except Tris, back to the building.

"I'll take the other half of the dragonman self-defense team members to see the scenery with Tris, and I'll be back a few days later."

This decision, which was entirely to take care of the mood of the Vault Dwellers, was swiftly executed.

Watching the crowded floating buggy and floating RV leave, Juan got into the driver's seat of the floating truck.

Tracey sat in the passenger seat.

In the back compartment sat 25 dragonman self-defense members, as well as Trist, who volunteered to stay, as well as pure black clouded leopards and griffins.

Guided by Tracey, the floating truck heads north along the lakeshore.

Not long after opening, Juan received a communication request from Mosi.

"Juan, is the doll with you?"

"What? No, the doll didn't follow you! ”

"It's not here, I thought it was in the RV, but I can't find it here!"

"How could I not find it?!"

"We parked and let everybody come down, no dolls."

"Have you seen the trunk, and the cabinets in the RV, the toilets, and everything else."

"I've looked for everything, but no."

Damn it!

The camp had been dismantled to a clean strip, and Juan was sure that no one or anything had been left there.

Moreover, he had seen the dolls before they set off, and he certainly didn't run outside the camp.

So, the doll should be on one of the three cars.

So Juan stopped the car and told everyone to get down.

He then searched every corner of the floating truck, but couldn't find the doll.

"Doll~!"

Juan shouted anxiously.

"Wow?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Juan turned his head.

He saw a small, green-haired head poking out from under the griffin's curled wings.

"Doll!"

Juan happily walked over.

However, the griffon, with its "grunt" and threatening voice, did not welcome Juan's approach.

It seems that this "big cat" still holds a grudge against Juan, which is really a cautious eye.

Juan shook his head helplessly and beckoned Triss for help.

He sent a message to Moss: "The doll has been found, here is me, you guys go, I'll bring it back when I get back." ”

After continuing their journey, Juan and his party arrived in the northeastern part of New Lake Victoria before sunset.

There was a huge rift there, like a giant splitting the surface of the lake with an axe.

Huge sums of water poured down into the rift valley like a thousand horses, splashing up a sky-high mist and then flowing down the valley.

If it is reduced by 10,000 times, it is about the same as raining rain, when rainwater is poured into the drainage ditch and then drained down the ditch.

But that kind of scene, in the eyes of ants, should also be very shocking.

Juan thought wildly, feeling his own insignificance.

The "rumbling" sound of the water is so noisy that it is difficult to hear face-to-face speech.

Tris leaned into Juan's ear and shouted, "How's it going, nice view?" ”

"It's shocking, it's worth the trip!"

"It's too late, the sun is shining during the day, and there will be a rainbow, which is even better."

By the time the sun has completely set, the waterfall will not be visible clearly.

So Juan took the doll and left.

Under Trist's guidance, they found a suitable campsite.

The Dragonman Self-Defense Forces set up marching tents and stood guard with guns.

These dragons are all veterans that Juan can trust, and they don't need his special instructions to know how to do a good job of security.

After a brief dinner, Juan carried the doll into a single tent to rest.

"Wow?!"

"What's wrong, doll?"

The doll didn't answer, just glanced left and right with a puzzled gaze.

Juan taught: "Doll, don't be too particular when you go out, it's good to sleep in a tent, go to sleep." ”

However, not long after lying down, the doll suddenly jumped up.

"Wow!"

Juan immediately threw out the anti-gravity camera, activated the infrared visual scan, and pulled out his pistol at the same time.

There are no anomalies.

Juan, who is not at ease, activates the camera's flashlight function.

Then he searched carefully, even touching the corners and corners of the tent, and found no danger such as snakes and insects.

He then made sure that the entrance to the tent was closed and that there was no problem with the small holes for ventilation.

Then Juan put away the pistol, stroked the doll's back and said, "Good baby, sleep well." ”

"%¥" (there is something)

"No, I've checked it all, good, I'll watch you sleep, okay?"

"Wow."

The doll lay down with her mouth pouting, seemingly unhappy that Juan didn't believe it.

Then the doll took out the four-dimensional stone from her pocket, took two mouthfuls with her mouth, and then grabbed it tightly with both hands and closed her eyes.

Juan put away the anti-gravity camera and sat cross-legged as he watched the doll sleep in the dark.

"Wow!!"

The doll suddenly opened its eyes and tugged hard with both hands.

Something seemed to have fallen into the tent.

Juan quickly unleashed the anti-gravity camera and turned on the lights while pulling out his pistol.

He saw a lizard about half a meter long, covered in silver and covered in silver, with a pair of membranous wings.

No, it's not a lizard, it's a dragon!

Somewhat similar to the hunted white dragon, but somewhat different, its scales reflected the sheen of silver in the light.

It's a silver dragon!

"*&#@" (Dragon)

Juan could understand dragon language, and he had dragon language in the thesaurus of his brain chip, but he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, it seemed to be just meaningless chanting.

This has happened before.

The white dragon chanted dragon language on the clouds, and magic was like that!

Juan, whose scalp was numb, raised his gun and was about to shoot.

But the space in the tent is too small, and the doll is pounced on the silver dragon and beaten, in this case, the shooting is likely to injure the doll by mistake.

So Juan grabbed the little silver dragon by the tail and tried to throw it out.

At this moment, the little silver dragon stopped chanting.

And then the world whirled.