Sometimes I embrace the dark, not because I like it, but because it gives me protection that no one else can provide. Sometimes I don't like the dark, it's not that I don't need it anymore, but that there is more helplessness and loneliness in its arms.

It's like a flame in front of you.

At this point I don't have the slightest aversion to fire, I like it more than treasures. It's not just that it makes the food taste better, it's also the warmth and strength it brings now, and the warmth and dryness it brings allows me to sleep peacefully. I've never met a beast in the wilderness with a fire, and that's probably the cause of the fire.

In fact, despite these factors, I still prefer to hide in a higher place, such as a tree. But sleeping in a tree is really tiring.

I had expected it to be a peaceful night except for hunger, but the sound of a broken branch in the bushes behind me was a sign that hopes of a good night's sleep were dashed.

Although the sound was relatively faint, in this windless and rainless woods, any sound in the silence of the surroundings as if nothing existed would be amplified many times by the silence.

I chuckled, but I didn't immediately draw my weapon.

My ears are much better than my eyes. But the voice came and disappeared, with no follow-up, as if it didn't exist at all. Oh, how can it not exist, just like the person I killed some time ago, not moving doesn't mean that I will ignore you.

I first touched the arrow under me, and after touching the bow a little bit from the blade, I touched the arrow next to me. My instinct when I caught the bow and arrow told me that I couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, and that silence seemed to be broken at any moment by a roar or the sound of a tree branch scraping. And if I delayed for a few more seconds, something jumped out of the bushes and pounced on me, and when the feeling became stronger and stronger, I rolled over and sat up directly.

The moment I raised my bow and arrow, I didn't need to aim at anything, and there was nothing alive telling me to aim, but I shot an arrow at the bush.

The arrow grazed the branches and leaves of the bushes, and a hollow voice told me that the arrow had hit nothing.

I thought the arrow would make the thing in the bushes frightened and jump out and show its face, but it didn't! Nothing! There's nothing in that bush!

I chuckled again, not because the arrow had missed, but because I was surprised by the thing's composure and its quiet movement!

But I was wrong again! When I was stunned just now, something jumped out of the other direction! This time it's the direction I'm on the right.

All I could see was a thing coming at me, but I didn't even see what it was. This knee-jerk dodge allowed me to dodge the one it grabbed at my neck, but it grabbed me in the right shoulder.

Before I could finish my side roll, the thing was already pounced again. This time I saw it clearly, but the sight made me tremble and the thought of finishing immediately occurred in my heart.

That's nothing else! It's a werewolf!

The big head! That big mouth! The fangs!

Although it was a werewolf, it behaved like a wolf and a dog, and still bit through its mouth. I knew my shoulder was scratched by it, but I didn't feel any pain at this point. The right arm jerked up, and the elbow pressed against its big mouth that was reaching for me...... Chin!

Its jaw was thrust by me, and then it didn't froze its head, trying to shake off my arm and bite me again, the way the beasts used to bite their prey. I don't know if you've been dogged or ...... Wolf bitten. Hopefully......

This kind of thing will never let go easily when it bites its prey, unless it is not bitten or the bite is not in the right place. When they bite their heads, they are not only ferocious, but also quite fast! By the time I had done that, the thing had shaken off my support with its head and bit me down on the right cheek.

At this time, I can't do it, to be precise, I can't adjust my posture! I had to use my elbow to block it again.

I didn't succeed in biting me twice, and the thing became anxious, and as soon as I was stunned, I bit the outside of my right upper arm.

That place will ...... It hurts a lot!

Although some strong men and martial arts practitioners will use this place to resist the blow of the wooden stick or even break the wooden stick in response, the pain felt when this place is hit hard is completely different from the pain felt when it is bitten hard. And when my elbow was near its chin, I knew exactly where its mouth was going to bite me next.

I must not let it take the initiative.

As soon as I flipped my wrist and quickly retracted my elbow, my hand withdrew, and when it bit at me again, my hand was directly on its neck.

Oh, my God! This thing's neck is really thick! You're welcome to say that this thing doesn't have a neck at all! I couldn't even pinch that stubby neck with one hand.

Although I couldn't pinch it, I managed to resist its throat, and I felt the hard and obvious Adam's apple. If I hadn't been in a hurry and didn't catch it, I would have grabbed it by the throat and ripped off the cartilage of its throat.

But it's all, it's useless, you just have to listen to it. I didn't catch it at all.

It didn't bite out of its mouth, it was still open and ready to give me another bite at any time, but its claws were exactly scratching at my chest. I could clearly feel the sensation and sound of its fingernails scraping against the scales on my body, and the outermost layer of clothing was torn by it.

At this time, it is to fight it fiercely, whoever is more ruthless will live, of course, you have to be a little lucky.

Do you have a question? Why don't you take a knife? Why don't you pull out your dagger? Why don't you grab an arrow from the ground and stab it to death?

Ha, I hope you will never use violence, if you fight someone, even if the other party kills you, you will have a chance to grab a knife from the ground and fight back, but dogs are different, wolves are even different. They bite their prey and do not let go of their mouths is secondary, and the more wild they are, the more tricky they will be at the part of their opponents, starting with the lower part of their mouth. And those big fangs and those two big claws scratching in front of your face, you can still free your hands and calmly grab the knife from the ground to fight back, I can only say that you are a god, or you really have never encountered this situation.

I can only keep parrying its two big paws at this time, this thing is not a wolf, this is a werewolf!

Werewolves, you know! Not only does it bite, but it scratches and scratches me so hard that I can barely block it with my forearm and keep him from smashing my face.

Of course, I couldn't have let it scratch me, for I would have died a long time ago, and there would have been no flesh on my arms before I died.

Ha!

To be honest, I was a little scared when I was first knocked down by it, and if someone told you that you weren't scared to be knocked down by a big dog or a big cat, you would just laugh and laugh, and you would just listen to him boast to you about how brave he was.

Anyway, I was a little scared the moment I was knocked down, especially the few bites it bit at my face. But the ensuing fight made me forget about being scared in another moment!

It's forgetting to be afraid! And definitely not overcoming the fear!

you' over fear, do you know what it means to be afraid?

He didn't bite me, I still have a chance.

The hardest time it scratched me was that I grabbed its right paw but didn't catch it, and the big claw came directly to my face, and I twisted my face violently, but the claw didn't hit my face, but grazed my neck and pressed it to the ground, and its nails cut through the skin on my neck at once.

This time I feel too much, it's not that the neck is more sensitive than other places, with the same sex or the opposite sex, I mean that this place is really sensitive when I am entangled with people who have feelings, but this time is not that I want to have a love friction with it.

This place is extremely sensitive when it's either dead or I'm dead, a natural resistance to the enemy's approach to this place. It really scared me when its claws slashed my neck, and for a moment I was worried that it wouldn't tear my carotid artery open.

Oh, let's not talk about the carotid artery for the time being, but those veins in my neck are cut enough for me. This momentary sobriety and awareness only surprised me, but it was not scared, not afraid!

This also made me feel something instantly...... I've got to fight back, I've got to flip over, and if it continues to crush me, I'm probably done!

It was a pure gamble, and before its weight was still pressed on its paws on the ground and before it could make any other movements, I shrugged my shoulders and raised my left hand to grab it in the face.

I tipped at its eyeballs.

Picking out the eyes is good for anyone or any animal, whether the other party is a human or a wolf or a dog or a crocodile, this place is extremely fragile and sensitive, the pain caused is different from other places, and the fear caused is also different, especially for people who pick their eyes will immediately reduce the opponent's attack power by 80%.

Werewolves, although I call them beasts, beasts, but in some ways they are actually individuals, mutated people.

My hand grabbed the right side of its face, at this time I only had a little more than a second, if I seized the opportunity to cut in, I could have killed him, and it was thrown away without a stunned head, and then either I suffered a loss and a piece of meat was ripped off, or I was directly scratched by him and his neck.

That furry face isn't cute at all! Very uncute!

The nails are still cut in!

I don't like to have long nails, but my nails really help a lot at this time!

Do you know what it's like to pick at your eyes with your nails? Have you ever picked it?

Slipperiness?

Ha! Slippery, of course, slippery, but the eyeballs are actually quite porcelain, not as soft as imagined, and they can't be picked out at once...... It's like a plastic bag. No...... Well...... How do you describe that feeling...... It's amazing how it feels when its eyelids catch your fingers, and you can feel its eyelashes, all in an instant.

Still, I wanted to get into its eye socket and do everything I could to destroy it, make it hurt, blind, painful, and ......

It let go, it flipped out of me.

I'm alive!