Feather blades flying together

When Chris and his party returned to the residence, everyone disliked the steam residue with the smell of metal corrosion in the workshop on their bodies. The delicate Selena's respiratory system had already begun to protest, and she was so coughing that she couldn't breathe.

We simply did not leave, re-washed and changed clothes, had lunch and then set off.

Chris asked Eve to use the bathroom first, watched the guards ponder how to pack the gun barrel, walked over and kicked it with his toes, "Don't bring this thing, find an inconspicuous corner and throw it away."

Albert knew that he had new drawings and was very interested, "Is this bad?"

"Special, extremely bad! It's a first-generation experimental product!" Chris looked around, "Ask your servant."

The servants of the sea eagle talked to several young masters and colleagues about the situation on the day of the weapon test and the complaints of several people at that time.

Arthur and the others made up their minds to use this crap to beat the giant beast, and suddenly felt that their teeth were sore.

Bill rubbed his head, "I think we're still trying to provoke something, a little..."

The feeling of being led into a ditch by sb, lowering one's IQ and caring about idiots is really uncomfortable.

Albert waved his hand, "Find a hole and bury these things."

What Chris thinks is on the other hand, if you fool him as an opponent, you will overestimate him, and you are completely looking for trouble for yourself.

However, due to their peculiar brain circuits, if they are not paid attention to at all, they can often create terrible troubles.

So, it's better to be vigilant, Chris rummaged through his carry-on bag.

During Hongsen’s time, especially after he had a house, he used Eve’s soft stone to make four more small firearms during the interval between drawings, plus the first three nail guns, and kept one for himself, and the rest available for males.

Although there is no steel gunpowder, nails are still used, but the rate of fire of the clip is adjusted. If you don’t encounter a giant beast, it should be enough.

Spread these things out on the table, equip them with various types of nails, and call Arthur over, "Here, this one is the beginning of their new weapon idea, a nail gun. After Derrick took the blueprint Afterwards, I experimented with some new ones myself. I originally prepared a few for Eve, so let’s share them with everyone.”

Arthur slammed down on the table, protecting everything, "Wait, my family Chris made it, I'll pick it first."

The others were stunned by his childishness, "All right, you pick first."

Arthur looked around, licked his face and hugged Chris, "Baby, what do you think is good?"

Chris angrily picked up a pat and put it in his hand, "Take it." It was originally adjusted and customized according to his hand shape, and everyone else made use of it.

Although they had never used guns before, their archery skills were all top-notch. After firing a magazine, they knew the trick of aiming. After practicing for a while, they disassembled and replaced the magazine, and each of them happily stuffed their weapons into their belts.

The male finished the marching-level lunch by himself, and Chris ate some fruit, then filled some water into the rattan basket, and the crowd went out of the city.

Standing in the courtyard of his mansion, the city lord looked at the big rattan basket flying over his head, and immediately understood how they took away the delicate female.

But this is better. With a big basket, the key is not to throw it down casually, and it probably won't work if it shakes violently. In this way, the reduction in flexibility in combat is not a grade.

But I have a little doubt, which of the four baskets should the weapon accessories be installed in?

On the edge of the forest in the north of the city, under the shade of the trees where the leaves had already started to turn yellow, the leader of the black vulture, who was gnawing on the barbecue, looked up at Arthur and the others flying in the sky gloomyly, and grabbed the secretary's neck with one hand, "Where is the female?"

The secretary was already trembling with fear, and stood on tiptoe with his feet pinched by him, and even forgot to use his shadow feathers. Who knew where Chris and the others were, and pointed at random, "They didn't carry them with them."

Black Eagle watched Arthur and others quickly disappear from sight, "Flying so fast with a top-quality female, is it easy to deceive me?"

The secretary's face turned purple, and he desperately broke his hand, "Ken, heh, definitely take it with me, the attendants and guards are gone, they can't leave their partner in Hongsen."

That big basket?It seems to have patterns on it...

Black Eagle narrowed his eyes, threw away the barbecue casually, threw the secretary out, and kicked the wolf-eating little brother nearby, "Get up for me, you can eat any time! Now set off to chase people!"

The younger brother was kicked by him and fell to the ground, fell to the ground, rolled several times and got up, and the other dozen or so minions also hurriedly threw away the food in their hands and stood up, Hulala followed him and flew away.

The secretary hit the big tree trunk and fell to the ground, coughing while protecting his neck for a long time, the fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by hatred and hatred.

On the other side, Arthur and the others headed north at a speed that did not shake or get wind in the rattan basket. By dark, they had already flown six to seven hundred kilometers, and they were still far away from the next station. In order to be considerate of the female, they decided to choose Camped in a glade near a water source.

Three people were separated to go hunting, the three cleaned up the fallen leaves and prepared firewood, and the four of Arthur personally set up a tent for his partner.

The bonfire went up, and females might never have the chance to encounter such a thing in their lifetime. Eve was quite interested and tried to help grill fish and barbecue.

Chris showed off his barbecue skills, and Arthur received a bunch of envious and jealous eyes from others.

After the meal, the soldiers lined up for their duty, and the female got into the tent to rest first.

For the convenience of protection, Arthur and the others only set up a tent for Chris and the others. The nights in early autumn were not too cold, and all the males planned to stay in the open air around the tent.

The bonfire was crackling, although it was in the wild, maybe because of the extra tiredness of the day, Chris fell into a dark and sweet dream very quickly.

When he slept in the middle of the night, the cool air of the autumn night hit, and Chris unconsciously huddled with a few female friends, and felt the ribbon on his wrist being pulled in a haze.

Somebody is pulling the tent!

Chris woke up suddenly. This was a joke made by several of the females after they got into the tent. They told each other that they didn't know whose partner would attack at night. One of them tied a silk thread around his wrist and sent it to the tent door.

The other party seemed to feel resistance when he opened the curtain, and silently pressed a sharp dagger against the windproof cloth and slowly rubbed it.

The starlight was good this night, the bonfire was still crackling outside, and there were faint insects and beasts roaring in the forest. In a not completely dark environment, Chris could clearly see a sharp depression on the tent, and something sharp was about to pierce it. .

Surrounded by nearly ten fighters of the Falcon-eye blood line, have they all been knocked down?

Without hesitation, Chris put the nail gun against the windproof cloth, felt the position of the person who was trying to tear open the tent, and fired a quick shot.

The man groaned and fell to the ground, almost rolling into the campfire.

Arthur and the others, who were dozing off with their heads down, woke up suddenly and found a stranger in the camp who was covering his shoulders.

Arthur turned over and jumped up, and stomped viciously on the man's chest. Under normal circumstances, his kick was enough to break the sternum of the man.

But strangely, he felt that his hands and feet seemed to be unable to use his strength. When he stood up straight and stretched his legs, his whole body wobbled a bit, and he felt as if he was stepping on cotton when he kicked someone.

The man rolled around on the ground, smashed his arm into the bonfire, knocked apart the firewood piled up in the shape of a steeple, and jumped up to escape with a painful howl.

Although everyone stood up and subconsciously turned their backs to the tent to protect the females in the middle, no one made any effort.

Except for Albert and the others, one of the soldiers even stumbled with his left foot and fell down with his right foot.

The sneak attacker found a gap and lifted off. Unfortunately, the shot he was shot passed through his shoulder blade and flew up wobbly. Chris poked his head out from the gap in the tent. He knew something was wrong when he saw everyone's situation. The man fired a few more shots, and the man fell from more than ten meters in the air, and his life and death were unknown.

A sharp whistle sounded in the nearby forest as the man fell, and it was evident that he had many accomplices.

The female's respiratory system seems to be particularly sensitive. Chris opened a gap in the tent and smelled a very shallow and very present floral fragrance, accompanied by the humid water vapor hovering in the air near the camp in the middle of the night.

Well, there are tricks everywhere!

Arthur wasn't confused, but he couldn't use his strength, and Shadow Feather couldn't fly at all. When he saw Chris showing his head, he staggered over and pushed him back on his knees, "Go back, you'll be fine if you hide in the tent." !"

Albert was much more decisive than them. He pulled out the dagger in his boot and slashed his thigh. The blood spattered. The severe pain made him wake up a lot. With a little strength, he ran to the short distance after the ten-meter drive. The whole person in the creek completely plunged into the cold water.

The personal guards followed his example and plunged into the stream to wake up.

Usually, they only fight against giant beasts, and they are used to the straight-forward and ingenious way of fighting, forgetting that there are still many wandering criminals on this continent who do everything they can.

The flying speed of the Falcon Eye bloodline is extremely fast, and it takes a short time to travel between the city-states, and never carries a large amount of supplies, so under normal circumstances, the wandering criminals will not provoke the northern soldiers who are on their way.

So, does anyone know if we carry females?

Albert swallowed several gulps of cold water, stood up from the stream, wiped the water stains on his face, shook his hair, and tried it, but Shadow Feather still couldn't fly.

Chris wet a piece of clothing with a kettle to cover his mouth and nose, and finally got out of the tent.

Arthur snorted angrily. Seeing that Albert and the others had returned, he also rushed into the stream.