This person just can't talk in his heart, and whatever he talks about will come.

She was walking forward, about to go back, when she heard the roar of a wild beast.

The sound was not loud, but it pierced the air and reached her ears, and the wind around her rustled with the sound, and the air was suddenly filled with a dangerous aura.

He's a mother, won't she really meet Warcraft, right?

She looked around vigilantly, and it was still extraordinarily calm.

With her knowledge of Warcraft, they would definitely lurk around first, carefully observing their prey, and then waiting for an opportunity to act.

Don't say that she is self-deprecating, she is a waste material without force, what is it that is not a prey in the eyes of Warcraft?

Demonic beasts are also a different kind of cultivators, they can feel the powerful aura emanating from the cultivator's body, and this aura is exactly what Yun Zimo does not have, so there are demonic beasts who want to attack her.

The roar was just a calm that they wanted to break through Yun Zimo's calmness in advance, making her afraid.

Yun Zimo covered the water droplets of the Blood Demon Grass that she had just collected in her arms, and she could definitely deal with the Demon Beast with the Water Beads of the Blood Demon Grass, but she had just succeeded, and now she was asked to transfer it to the stomach of the Demon Beast, how could she be reluctant.

Yun Zimo burst into tears, water jewels, I can't bear you.

As the roars came frequently, the horse under Yun Zimo's crotch also became restless, screaming to break free from the reins and flee there, the sensitivity of the animal made it feel that danger was approaching.

The roar was getting closer, and the horse under the crotch was getting more and more restless.

"Horse, I know you want to escape, I want to escape, but can you be quiet now, don't the monster don't know our location, you will be exposed first."

Marco couldn't understand what Yun Zimo said, it only knew that there was danger, and naturally wanted to escape.

Yun Zimo paid attention to the direction of the sound while restraining the horse under his crotch.

The horse kept jumping, and her body rose and fell, but she still sat steadily, her eyes sharp and never showing the slightest hint of fear.

She first took out the poison she had made by sight from her belt and put it in her hand for trouble, and with the other hand touched the bow and arrow hanging from the horse, which seemed to be ready for later.

She quickly recalled the use of bows and arrows, but unfortunately she had never read anything about bows and arrows beforehand, except for a few times when she had seen others shoot arrows on TV.

I knew that she would have read more books like this, and I really hated less books when they were used.

The rustles and roars grew closer, and she felt them close at hand, as if hidden behind the leaves, stared at by the wolf-like eyes, ready to bite her throat while she slackened.

For some reason, Yun Zimo suddenly remembered the animal world at this time, and the bloody pictures of prey being bitten and pulled by tigers and leopards clearly flashed through her mind.

Sometimes a good memory is not necessarily a good thing, and I remember this kind of bloody scene better than anyone else.

A monster appeared in front of him, its size was about the same size as a hippopotamus, and it also had such a thick body, the skin on its body glowed coppery yellow like a layer of iron, and it had a pair of green eyes as big as copper bells, especially the fangs on the mouth, the lower teeth turned out, and the sharp fangs were exposed, warning the enemy at any time how sharp it was.