"You fool, be quiet!"

Alunga turned his head and glared at Montaigne fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "Do you want to scare the little rabbit away with such a loud voice!"

Montaigne was obviously not convinced, but under the eye of Alunga, he was the first to lose.

"Let me tell you, this man destroyed three catapults under the nose of Lord Uginto, and was able to escape under the siege of Lord Yeluhefeng, I heard that he is a master. The two adults swore to catch this person's shame, if it was because of your loud voice that people ran away, you just waited for the two adults to take it to sacrifice the flag!"

Alunga said something, and Montaigne suddenly lost his temper. Originally, under the account of Lord Uginto, Alunga was more important than Montaigne, Montaigne was already a weak head in aura, and at this moment he was forcibly suppressed, even if he had anything to say, he could only hold it in his heart, so that Montaigne was not uncomfortable.

After searching for a long time, the two of them did not find the slightest clue, and even Alunga's face began to appear gloomy, and Montaigne couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

"Forget it, camp here today, grandma's, this rabbit can really hide!"

Alunga grumbled, jumped off his horse and began to set up a guard around him. Montaigne cleared a clearing, lit a bonfire, took a piece of naan and a strip of dried meat from his bag hanging from the saddle, and roasted them earnestly.

At this moment, the heavy snow has stopped, and they have searched the nearby area, but there is nothing, so they are also bold to start a fire, and they are not afraid that anyone will find them.

The bonfire burned brightly and crackled, and in a short time the naan and dried meat were fragrant. The two of them each ate the food they had brought, and they didn't seem to have any intention of chatting with each other.

It didn't take long for the snow to start falling again.

Alunga and Montaigne set up a small one-man tent out of twigs, and Alunga first drilled into a sleeping bag sewn from sheepskin, and handed it to Montaigne in the middle of the night.

Although the beasts in the snowy sky will not come out to forage for food every day at this moment, and Alunga has also set up a special guard, it is better to be careful after all.

After a battle during the day, and a search for most of the night, Montaigne was also sleepy. However, although he has some problems with Alunga, he naturally does not joke with his life when he goes out. He untied the bag from his horse's back, draped the sheepskin felt that wrapped it all over his head and on his body, and kept watch over the fire from time to time adding some dead branches, so that the fire was never extinguished.

When it was time to add firewood to the fire, Montaigne reached out and touched it, but only caught three or two small dead branches, and nothing else.

". Qi Yu cursed secretly, Montaigne picked up the snow and washed his face, finally sobering up. He shook off the sheepskin felt he was wearing, and the snow fell on top of his head. Get up will

The felt was put away, and the last three or two dead branches were thrown into the fire, Montaigne got up and walked deeper into the woods.

The dead branches in the neighborhood are gone, and we have to get some back.

The sound of footsteps crushing the snow creaked, and Montaigne had already picked up a large bundle of dry branches, and a little more should be able to carry it to Arun and himself in shifts.

"Grandma's, why did Lao Tzu pick up so much, go back and let Alunga pick it up by himself!" Meng Tian grumbled, bypassing the big tree beside him and preparing to return to the camp.

At this moment, suddenly a figure flew out of the snow on the stump beside him, and his hands were pointed straight at Montaigne's neck like pincers!

The sudden attack made Montaigne instantly sleepless, after all, he was also a man of a hundred battles, and immediately smashed out a large number of dead branches held on the crook of his arm! The figure didn't seem to expect Montaigne to react so quickly, smashed it squarely, and his body suddenly stagnated!

Montaigne's hands were like eagle claws, and he took this opportunity to firmly clamp the wrists of the person who came, and he stood firm with his feet, and a breath of true qi condensed in his throat, and he was about to wake up Arun Kar with a loud voice!

As soon as the voice was about to burst out, Montaigne felt that he was blocked by a hot blood, and the roar that had been condensed in his throat now became blood and foam constantly coming out of his mouth, and Montaigne coughed hoarsely, but he couldn't make any sound. There was only the blood foaming that kept gurgling out of his throat. Meng Tian grabbed the man's arm like this, and fell on his back in the snow. Warm blood spurted from his neck stained a large expanse of snow.

A twisted scale embedded in Montaigne's stout neck, mingled with blood and muscle.

After a short period of calm, Montaigne's hands and feet suddenly began to twitch rapidly, which was the involuntary reaction of the human body before dying due to excessive blood loss! The figure held Montaigne's hands and feet, and looked up nervously at Alunga, who was sleeping by the campfire not far away.

Under the reflection of the snow, the firelight finally faintly illuminated the face of the figure, and Montaigne's eyes widened instantly, but the hands of the figure in his throat were blocked by half a word, and after two whines, there was finally no movement.

The figure stood up, revealing Shang Zhengyu's already pale face in the faint light of the fire. The violent movements clearly touched his original wound, and bright red oozed from his waist again.

Just now, Montaigne picked up the branches all the way and approached the tree hole where Shang Zhengyu was, but fortunately it was some distance from the fire, and the misty light of the fire did not let Montaigne discover the tree hole. Montaigne's babbling voice woke Shang Zhengyu, who was deeply settled, and Shang Zhengyu carefully used his fingers to dig a small hole in the snow blocking the entrance of the tree hole, and saw Montaigne walking towards the place where he was.

In fact, Shang Zhengyu's luck was really good, if it wasn't for Montaigne waking him up from his meditation, he really wouldn't have been able to wake up! Shang Zhengyu carefully tore off a piece of iron scales from the battle armor on his waist and hid it between his fingers.

Shang Zhengyu attacked Montaigne at the moment when he approached, and took Montaigne's neck with both hands. It's a pity that Montaigne's reaction was not slow, and he used the dead branch to block and then clamped Shang Zhengyu's hands, and just when he wanted to speak out, his throat was cut by the scales that burst out of Shang Zhengyu's hands.

Death was silent from beginning to end.

Lightly removing the scimitar pinned to the waist of the dead man under him, Shang Zhengyu hunched his waist and pressed the wound, and cautiously walked towards the bonfire. Shang Zhengyu moved forward little by little, and his pace was extremely slow. Even when he approached Aranga in the tent, he was already crawling forward with his hands on the ground.

The crackling sound of the bonfire continued, Shang Zhengyu had bypassed the bonfire and came to the top of Alunga's head, he knelt on the ground on both knees, and the scimitar in his hand quietly approached Alunga's neck, so soft, like a lynx poking out its fleshy claws in the dark night, although the fleshy claws seemed to be soft and harmless, but the truly deadly claws were hidden in that softness.

Entered, one step away. In his sleep, Alunga slammed his mouth, as if he was thirsty, and suddenly felt a black shadow cover the top of his head, and Alunga suddenly fell asleep, and his eyes suddenly opened!

At the same time that he saw Shang Zhengyu, the scimitar in Shang Zhengyu's hand also happened to wipe his throat.

Alunga struggled frantically, but Shang Zhengyu just pressed his mouth and nose with both hands, turning all of Alunga's struggles into futility. The originally warm and thick wool sleeping bag had now become a rope on Aarunga's body, and he tried his best to break free, but he could only feel the vitality in his body disappearing little by little with the blood gushing from his neck.

Shang Zhengyu didn't want Alunga to struggle under him for so long, and it aggravated the injury on his waist again, but unfortunately he didn't have the extra strength to cut off Alunga's head, and it was impossible to stab Alunga into his heart through a thick wool sleeping bag and kill him. One that might not be able to say would have freed Arunga from the shackles of his sleeping bag.

So he could only persevere, using all his strength, and even completely pressed his whole body on Arun Karen's body to avoid his dying counterattack. Because Alunga gave Shang Zhengyu a feeling of extreme danger, at least if he was in this state at this moment, he was definitely not the opponent of this strong man.

The warm blood stained Shang Zhengyu's whole body, allowing his cold body to regain some touch. Shang Zhengyu let go of Alunga and sat on the ground, just like that, he watched Alunga's body in the sleeping bag tremble involuntarily and wildly, blood splashed around his neck, and finally stopped moving completely.

Shang Zhengyu sat by the fire, feeling the only warmth in this snowy day, and suddenly laughed with some joy.

Maybe I really shouldn't die.

Everyone, Shang Zhengyu is back.