I've never been afraid of a fun guy like the old buffalo. I have always been careful to take advantage of their lack of attention, to reach out and slowly walk behind them, carefully lift their two long whiskers that are sticking out of their heights, and then tear them off from the branches they hold firmly.

They usually crunch their heads while opening and closing their two large teeth quickly, while a few small claws with powerful barbs scratch everywhere, and sometimes flutter at the hard shells of their bodies, stretching out two transparent, extremely thin wings to fly away.

But how could I possibly give them a chance, more than I used my other hand to press them to the neck, squatted down and pressed them to the ground, pulled off a few of their tiny legs, and then lifted their long beards, quickly picked up their arms, and picked them up a few times in the shape of a windmill, and saw that they had spread their wings and began to fly, and then suddenly let go, and these guys began to fly in the wind, often they would slowly fly high and far, and I spread my legs behind and began to chase, but these guys had no legs. You can't find a suitable landing site, you are like leaves, branches, firewood stacks, where they usually like to go, they can't land.

They just kept flying, flying, flying, until they had no strength, and when they were about to fall headlong to the ground, I would quickly run over, pick them up again, and turn them around a few times to let them continue to fly, and I could often see them plunging directly into the pit or crashing into someone's gable......

However, the big creature that was slowly climbing down from this elm tree was extraordinary, and I felt a great sense of fear in my heart as I watched it keep climbing down.

I've never seen an old buffalo of this size, and if it were to be bitten by one of them, my fingers would have snapped, let alone my chubby arms......

I didn't dare to take the initiative to play with this guy, so I sat up, quietly took a few steps back, hid behind the weeping willow tree, and secretly watched to see where it was going to climb, and if it could sense that I was out of here, I knew that it would definitely be a bad dish, because its target, most likely, was coming to me.

Seeing that it was about to crawl to the place where I had just sit, I saw it suddenly raise its head, as if it was twisting from side to side, as if looking for something, and the two huge black eye bubbles on its head seemed to be constantly looking around.

It's over, it looks like this guy is coming for me, I didn't provoke it, why did he come to me.

I lay behind the weeping willow tree, looking at it without moving, it seemed to be looking around, the two chopstick-thick whiskers, up and down, and at this time, I saw from the tip of its tail a few times, as if peeling the ground, pulled out a thick and very short blue-black dung ball, I don't know what magic this thing has put on this dung ball, after the dung ball was pulled out, it didn't fall down directly, and it was like a swing, as if it was pulled by something, and it slid down its body, Then it slipped and swirled, and swung towards the willow tree where I was lying on my stomach.

As soon as I saw it, this giant old buffalo could even play magic tricks and control the poop lumps it pulled out on its own. I saw that the blue-black ball of was about to fly over, and I hurriedly went into the trunk of the willow tree, and as soon as I shrunk my neck, the ball of dung dripped and brushed against the willow pole.

Just a little bit, the lump of hit my face, and I stuck out my tongue and cursed in my heart, so dangerous. If you turn your head, you're going to run into my yard.

But at that moment, I heard a buzzing sound, which suddenly came from behind me. I turned my head and saw that the old buffalo had actually risen from the elm tree, and its big wings were spread out like a small dustpan, and it swooped down on me.

My God, if this guy climbs on me and gives me a random blow, whether it is scratching or biting, I can't bear it. I didn't want to run now, so I slammed my feet towards the wall of my yard.

Before I could cross the tree and fall, I heard the shrill hum that blew like a strong wind, and the great old buffalo was about to catch up with me......

I seem to have heard the old buffalo rattling and chewing. In fact, to be honest, even if I hadn't turned my head to look, I knew that this old buffalo must have been grinding its two huge front teeth as it flew.

I really don't know, usually those old buffaloes, when they are alarmed, will automatically spread their wings and fly high, but why does this giant old buffalo stare at me, did I provoke it? I've never seen it, so how can I mess with it.

I have a knot inexplicable, but listening to the sound is close, I can't let me think too much, I just crossed the row of thorn trees, and quickly fell down, thinking that the thorn trees grow so densely, they should be able to block this guy, and the thorn trees are full of turquoise spikes, hehe, if this guy hits it, he will definitely be pierced all over the hole.

When I thought of this, I hurried over to the thorn tree. But who knew that the big guy seemed to see through my intentions, and actually crossed the thorn tree, circled behind, and rushed behind me......

When I saw it, this guy was endless, but I didn't have anything in my hand, and I was a little scared of this thing, and I stood on the edge of the thorn tree, and I didn't move.

The old buffalo, like a fast-moving little dustpan, paused in front of me, and then I could clearly see that its two thick and fat whiskers began to rush towards me like arrows off the string......

Seeing that this creature was about to pierce me in the face, I felt my right wrist suddenly move on its own, and I saw a green flash of light open up before my eyes, and the flash of light was covered by the giant old buffalo.

I only heard a bang, the buzzing sound stopped abruptly, I saw this huge old buffalo, I don't know what it was, suddenly split in half and fell to the ground, I looked down, the two halves of the body, kept bubbling out of the black and green liquid, and the two front teeth of the old buffalo were still chewing something......