The pterosaurs ate hard.

They don't look good, as if they've been hungry for a lifetime. They tore a piece of meat from the carnivorous dinosaur and swallowed it without chewing much.

However, with the same pterosaur, the eating is not exactly the same. There was a pterosaur that almost put its body against the carcass of a carnivorous dinosaur, tore a piece, and then swallowed it, and the wings on his face and body were very dirty.

The other pterosaur was very different from it, its body was far away from the carcass of the carnivorous dinosaur, and it stretched its head far away, tore a piece of meat, and then gently walked to the side and chewed it slowly, for fear that if it walked fast, the meat would touch the body, so its whole body was clean and spotless.

There is nothing special about the other two pterosaurs, that is, they bury their heads and eat meat, neither as indulgent as the previous pterodactyl, nor as elegant as the latter pterosaur, anyway, they are torn off and eaten, torn off and eaten, and the first few pieces are also swallowed down, and later, probably the bottom of the belly is cushioned, and it is chewed and swallowed slowly.

None of us spoke, watching how they ate a piece of stinky meat with relish. Although we can't understand it, nature is like this, and this is the way of heaven. Sweet and sour, salty, smelly, each has its own love, we don't have to use our own will to change others.

Rolling eggs are a favorite of the shell, you don't need to throw away its stinky eggs and then give it a fragrant fruit, it will not take your affection, but hate you for stealing other people's food, thinking that you want to eat its food, and then stuff it with something you hate.

This is called smelly alike, and the smell may be a very high enjoyment for the shell lang, and the poop on the body may be makeup for it.

Carrion may have had a different flavor for a pterosaur. Just like some animals like to eat cat poop, swallow sputum, poop belly, moldy and smelly tofu, etc., when you are laughing at them, you may be being laughed at by them.

The beautiful name says: I just like this bite.

No further ado.

Just as we could see God, suddenly three pterosaurs fell from the sky, two big and one small, "chirping" and unceremoniously came to eat.

Walking to the meat, the two large pterosaurs did not move, but fought for the small pterosaurs, and watched the little pterosaurs squeeze in from the crowded pterosaurs and tear off the meat to eat.

Actually, I was going to chase them away.

For I have given this piece of meat to the pterodactyls who work for me. This piece of meat originally belonged to me, and now it has been handed over to them, and the ownership should belong to them, and the other pterosaurs naturally have no merit and no right to enjoy this feast.

But I was deeply moved.

This should be a family of three. It is said that the pterosaurs practiced monogamy, with a male pterosaur and a female pterosaur staying together for life, one pterosaur dies, and the other pterosaur is mostly widowed and widowed, rarely looking for a new love.

This is unthinkable for a highly civilized red-haired dinosaur. On the one hand, the tribal leader is extremely poor and luxurious, and regards the entire tribe as his private property; on the other hand, the vast majority of male dinosaurs are forced to become eight dragons, and even have no tools to realize their desires.

I think so.

"Look, this is the pterodactyl that flew away. Zhu Dinghong pointed to a pterosaur that was watching the child eat meat.

"How do you know?" I asked, confused, not seeing.

"You see, there are traces of rattan strangulation on its body. ”

I took a closer look, and I did find a rattan strangled mark on its neck, which was very clear.

I finally understood why it flew away, I thought it was cowardly, afraid that I would do something to it, and that it would slip away as soon as I had the chance. And now that I finally understand that it does not want to eat alone, and when it sees the food, its first thoughts are its children and its husband.

Maybe it's because we are next to us, we haven't seen any other pterosaurs join the ranks of this foodie, and these seven pterosaurs will be full of food in a short time.

Our contract is full, so there is no need to renew it. Naturally, the pterosaurs should return to the sky, where the sky is the stage for their activities, and we should also visit the place where we camp, the forest is our destiny. We don't have wings, we can't fly in the sky carefree, we don't have fins, we can't swim freely in the river. The sky belongs to the pterodactyls, and the rivers belong to the fish. For us red-haired dinosaurs, the sky is a dream, the river is a hostel, and the forest is a down-to-earth home.

The well-fed pterosaurs wiped their mouths on the ground, then walked a few steps, shook their wings, and flew away one by one. They left a whole skeleton of carnivorous dinosaurs and uneaten meat, which they did not take away, probably for other pterosaurs to eat.

Leave a little for others, and don't let yourself break down.

This may be the principle of dragon-making of pterosaurs.

I'm not going to bury the carcass of this carnivorous dinosaur in the ground, so let's let it rest in the belly of a pterosaur.

We were about to leave when suddenly another pterosaur flew from the sky. Instead of going to the carrion, it walked straight to us.

I don't know what it's going to do, it's going to eat meat, and if you eat it, I'm not going to drive you away, and I'm not going to put a rattan on you.

"Brother, this is the pterodactyl that eats meat elegantly. The sharp-eyed vermilion red can be seen again.

I took a closer look, and it was indeed the one, because it ate special food, and it went to other places to eat meat alone, so I looked at it more carefully, and its appearance was familiar. To be honest, I also like this maverick pterodactyl. It has a temperament that distinguishes it from other pterosaurs.

I don't know what it will come back to ask me for, but if I can do it, I'll do my best to help it.

But we don't have the same language and can only communicate simply with body language.

I pointed to the pile of scraps and said, "Do you want to take it with you?" ”

It shook its head, its eyes not fixed on the pile of cold burns, it seemed that it had little interest in the cold burns.

"Who bullied you, do you need me to fix it for you?" I asked, gesturing.

It shook its head, indicating that nothing had happened. Actually, I don't think that's going to happen. With such a gentle and elegant pterodactyl, who would bully it?

I asked a lot more questions, and they all shook their heads in the negative.

I was in a bit of a hurry, so anxious that I almost got angry.

It may also be a bit of a hurry. Without waiting for me to ask again, take the initiative to express its meaning in body language:

It nodded, took a few steps forward, nodded again, and took a few more steps forward, its wings flapping, but never leaving the ground.

Seeing that I didn't understand, I repeated this a few more times.

What the hell does the pterodactyl want me to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow, goodbye.