The early morning sun tore through the lush foliage and forcibly occupied a space on the ground. Dew was dripping from time to time on the leaves, the air was humid, and it rained a lot last night.

Chuncheng and Lao Ma snuggled under a big tree, curled up, and the fire on the ground had long since burned out. In these four dangerous Heavenly Forests, it is a miracle that they can spend a night unharmed. The environment here is completely different from the outside of the forest, there is no eerie feeling, and you can even feel the warmth of the sun shining through the dense forest.

The scars on Chuncheng's body were no longer oozing blood under the fire, and they looked like peach blossoms that had just bloomed, fresh and pink. The most amazing thing is that the old horse, the scar on his buttocks has completely healed, except for the bare hairless, there is no sign of the injury here yesterday.

After a night's rest, the cyclone force in the body has recovered to ninety percent. Spring City looks around and looks at its surroundings, where trees always love to grow towards the sun. And the trees here actually grow in a circular shape with a circle as the center, and it seems that something is attracting them.

"Goo~"

Chuncheng's stomach was wailing, and he had been hungry for a long time after last night's battle and the recovery of his physical strength. The old horse was at ease, lying sideways, curling the grass next to his head with his tongue, chewing and shaking the horse's head, so uncomfortable.

"You're going to enjoy it. Chuncheng got up from the ground, "The dagger is broken, and I don't know if there are any animals in such an inner part of the Heavenly Forest." ”

There are a lot of branches scattered around the tree, left over from the fire last night. Chuncheng took the broken dagger and used what little blade he had to flatten the branches, sharpening the heads of the branches into the shape of arrows. About 10 sticks were made, and Harujo stopped.

"Goo-goo" two large sips of wine into the stomach, making the thirsty throat become hot. Holding the simple wooden arrows he made, he came to the open space in front of him, a breeze blew, and Chuncheng felt the wounds on his body cold, and then, Chuncheng closed his eyes, which was his usual hunting technique on the mountain. By concentrating the cyclone force in your ears, you can feel the subtle sounds around you.

The air was quiet, but the sound in Chuncheng's ears was colorful, and the rubbing of leaves was clearly audible. Suddenly, there was a tremor in the southwest, and the shaking was very slight, but the veteran Chuncheng knew that it was an animal weighing about 200 catties.

There are not many trees in the southwest, and not far ahead is a circular clearing in this area. Chuncheng slowly opened his eyes to look at this side, but his body did not move, he took a wooden arrow in his hand, and constantly injected cyclone force into the palm of his hand.

After a while, the figure of a sika deer stands out in the woods, with no horns on its head, and it is a doe. Spring City is waiting, and the distance is a little far. There is no guarantee of a one-hit kill. Must wait to get closer. The doe eats very slowly, eating as she goes, her ears constantly turning, and she is obviously watching the danger around her.

Chuncheng held his breath, waiting for this opportunity to make a move. And the doe is getting closer and closer to the clearing. Time flies, and every second feels like a century.

The deer's hooves finally stepped into the edge of the clearing, and at this moment, it was also the opportunity for Spring City to make a move, bending over, accumulating strength, and aiming. In the next moment, a wooden arrow with the power of a cyclone was about to penetrate the doe's body. At this moment, Spring City stopped. A fawn was following the doe, grazing and playing with its mother's tail.

"Bad luck. Chuncheng kept scolding. "Do you want to eat grass like an old horse? ”

Reaching out and taking the remaining wooden arrow in his hand, he walked in the direction of the old horse, and looked back at the doe, and saw that it was stretching its neck, and its eyes were wide, apparently observing itself.

"Let you go. Chuncheng pouted angrily. "No, let you go. ”

Suddenly, a voice came silently. "How not to kill it. "The direction of the sound came from the direction of the old horse. It's like floating in the air, sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes nothing.

"Who ?!!" Chuncheng was full of astonishment, and when he looked up, he saw a round little fat man squatting on the ground and playing with the mane of the old horse. There was also a fat dog with a lot of folds lying under the root of the tree, sticking out his tongue from time to time.

Chuncheng was shocked, and the sweat behind him kept flowing down. The little fat man had been there since the moment he was ready to kill the deer. What's even more terrifying is that the old horse didn't resist, you know, except for the master and himself, no one can touch the horse's body.

"I asked you why you didn't kill it. Looks like you're hungry. "The little fat man stroked from the horse's head to the horse's mane. And the old horse actually looked very enjoyable. Chuncheng didn't speak, looking at him quietly. And the cyclone is constantly rotating in the body, ready to shoot out at any time.

Sou~

The speed was very fast, as if teleporting, just a blink of an eye, a black shadow arrived in front of Chuncheng in an instant, and before Chuncheng could react, a chubby little hand was on his shoulder, and the cyclone in his body disappeared in an instant.

It was not only the cyclone that disappeared, but also the control of the body, as if it was frozen, and no matter how Spring City dominated, the body could not make any movements. A faint incense came from the little fat man in front of him, and as the breeze drifted into his nose, Chuncheng felt familiar, just like the smell of last night.

"Da-da, da-da"

Chuncheng heard the sound of the horse's hooves, getting closer and closer, and then saw the old horse gently arch the little fat man in front of him with his head, like a coquettish child.

"Scare, scare him, don't be so nervous, I'm not going to eat him again. The little fat man looked down at the old horse, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly. Then, he patted Chuncheng on the shoulder again. With a slight leap, he got on the horse's back.

Chuncheng felt that the cyclone in his body had returned, and his body's consciousness had returned to normal. The little fat man on the other side made him feel terrible. But he didn't feel the killing intent from the other side.

"Who are you?" Chuncheng's voice was a little hoarse.

"Who am I?hmm~" The little fat man put his chin in his hand, "I'm a dog walker, haha." As he spoke, the little fat man took the wooden arrow in Chuncheng's hand with a suck in his hand, and then threw it violently, sliding a perfect curve in the air.

At this time, I saw the fat dog squatting at the root of the tree sticking out his tongue, swishing out, gliding in the air for a while, holding the wooden arrow in his mouth, and then wagging his tail back to the little fat man's side.