[Crossing] Walking with the Leopard

= Shen Yuan did not think too much, and directly blamed the slave owner of his tribe for the crimes suffered by his wife.

It didn't take much time to sweep up the entire tribe. Shen Yuan commanded the rattan plants that were originally used as protective nets to hang all these people on the treetops. Playthings, and everything else, are considered food."

The rattan plant trembled, and the red flowers tightened.

The so-called playthings are to cut the person and let them bleed, so that they can suck blood.

This is simply gluttonous sacrament!

Because owl is so delicious!

The growth of Xiao's power is astonishing. His slave master stud father admired this son not once or twice, and valued him not every day or two, but because he was about to have the strength to compete for the city lord. This is admirable everywhere. .

Do they let such good materials be ruined like this... The rattan plants couldn't believe their good luck.

Shen Yuan touched the flower with the largest and reddest bud/bud, scratched the underside of its petals, and said with a gloomy expression, "Good boy, let's go."

With a "whoosh", the main vine stepped forward and wrapped around the owl, wrapping around and around, tossing about himself like a snake.

The subsidiary rattan is also better than the gourd painting to wrap others like this, and then wrap it around the tree.

Xiao had no power to resist in front of Shen Yuan, his eyes showed no fear, no fear, just gloomy as water, "Why?"

He has always believed that he will be the king in the future, and he never thought that he would be defeated halfway!

Whoever possesses the power of a king and dies at an early age, probably feel heartbroken, and die with regret, right?

"You bully someone who shouldn't be bullied," Shen Yuan said softly, he raised his hand and slapped Xiao Xiao's head across the air, "Who allowed it?"

My people can only be bullied by me.

Because even a hair of his hair is mine.

You even made a cut, how dare you bully him!

Xiao thought of his prey, his disobedience to him, his stubborn eyes, and his cold killing intent...

Then he got hard.

Because he couldn't move his whole body, he couldn't hide it.

Shen Yuan noticed this change in him, and his face turned green.

He turned around to leave, but finally left a few words for the obedient vines.

"Play as you like," Shen Yuan told the rattan, "If you play to death, it's mine. It's best to play to death."

The cheerful petals of the rattan touched the corner of his clothes, indicating that he was obedient.

Of course it would never dare to touch its stamen, although it is a cane, it still knows how to be ashamed.

Shen Yuan bit a piece of heat-dispelling grass and ran back to the cave at high speed, and switched his size and form after a distance of one mile. Although he could see Rongchi's fear of fur, how could his animal form not be noticed by his partner? Accept it?Shen Yuan believes that as long as he is given enough time to adapt, the other party will definitely accept him!

He tidied himself up, and then approached the cave with a look of waiting for love.

……

a bolt from the blue!

What about my wife!

Shen Yuan looked at the empty cave, as if there was no trace of anyone coming, at that moment he thought that his nerves were in disorder, and the fact that his clothes were missing made him believe that everything he experienced was not a dream empty dream.

He turned around and followed the smell. He still knew what the smell was of his clothes, even if there was only a little residue in the air.

However, upon reaching the narrow platform, there was only a solitary sable fur lying on the ground.

The smell of the wife is still there, but the wife is gone.

Can't find it.

Let's rewind to the time when Rong Chi met the fierce tiger and the pack of wolves retreated.

Rong Chi stood calmly. In fact, he was a little nervous. This tiger was so big that Rong Chi was a little worried that if it came over, would it collapse here?

Fighting people is a set of actual combat theory, and he really doesn't fight many beasts.

One was one foot long, one meter high, with the "Wang" character on his forehead, and weighed about 300 kilograms. When it came over, it directly crushed him to death.

His face was expressionless, and he scolded a cheating father in his heart.

The tiger didn't rush forward to eat him, but the cat was over there, putting its head on its paws, looking at its prey, how nervous it was, waiting for him to cry, probably someone who had eaten it before, This expression was the same before he died, which made the tiger develop such a ghostly character.

Rong Chi pushed back according to the results, and felt that this was probably the truth.

... It's a bad habit not to eat well.

A typical villain's fault.

The tiger's eyes glimpsed the black mink fur again.

The rose petals are on the front, shining with golden light, radiant and colorful, really beautiful.

Rong Chi has a good impression of this flower, he has no hobby of destroying flowers, and he still has a normal person's love for beautiful things.

...It's just that such a beautiful flower growing on the black fur still makes his scalp tingle.

To him it was a bit like flowers on cow dung.

On the cliffs and mountain streams, the wind is still very strong, making people dizzy.

"Hey," Rong Chi asked the tiger, "You want to eat me?"

The tiger still responded to his question. It narrowed its eyes and let out a whooping sound from its throat.

"Come on." Rong Chi waved at it, as if calling a cat.

Although the tiger's mottled fur made the electric zraz on his scalp ring.

The tiger gave me the expression of "I don't want to show my power, you think I'm a hello-Kitty". Although on the surface, he dismissed this one that was only enough to get between his teeth, he still moved two steps forward.

Rong Chi and it are in a stalemate here, calm and calm on the surface, but in fact--

Hungry growling.

"Eat it quickly if you want to eat it," Rong Chi hooked his middle finger at it, "Do you understand the quick decision?"

Tiger looked dull.

Who is this.

"I'm in a hurry." Rong Chi pressed his eyebrows, "It's useless for you to stand here all the time, right? Tigers eat dead prey? Isn't that what vultures do?"

He moved himself out and took two steps forward.

There is puzzlement in the tiger's eyes.

Obviously it didn't understand Rongchi's thinking.

Of course, how could it be ashamed to reject something that was offered?

So the tiger took two steps forward.

The distance between the two was only ten feet.

That is the length of that aisle.

The corner of Rong Chi's mouth twitched into a smile that was so small that the angle could not even be seen--

He stepped forward, moved half a foot away, jumped up on his toes, turned somersault, hooked his toes around the tiger's neck, and then used his strength to place himself on the tiger's back, and grabbed the tiger's ears with his hands!

It's not good to fight, it's skill to win!

Heroes don't ask for a way out!

Feeling the pain, the tiger roared angrily, and it swung hard, trying to get rid of the burden of Rong Chi.

Rong Chi didn't let go.

The tiger tried to roll over. Although this posture was not good-looking, it should still be very useful to get rid of the dog skin plaster on his body, although it was a bit detrimental to his status as the king of the forest.

If it is not crushed to death after completing this action, the bones crushed by it will be crushed and its internal organs will be injured.

Rong Chi couldn't stop the tiger's menacing approach.

He was crushed by a tiger weighing several hundred kilograms, and with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he used his old tactic -- eye punching.

The tiger rolled in pain.

Rong Chi continued to fight without saying a word, until now, he couldn't break free from the tiger, because the tiger's tail was entangled with his legs.

Animals are very vengeful.

The piebald tiger probably wanted to turn over, but Rongchi suppressed it.

One man and one beast struggled together, the tiger struggled to turn over, Rongchi struggled to hold it back.

Before I knew it, I had rolled to the edge.

Rong Chi's unfinished laugh just now was finally completed, even the laughter spread in the wind, and with the blood spilling out of the corner of his mouth, he looked more and more hopeless and desolate.

There was viciousness and ruthlessness in that smile, and it was his nature and his consistent style of doing things that he would be dragged on his back even if he died.

He has been told since he was a vagabond since he was a child that revenge is inevitable, and that people can sleep more peacefully than forgiveness. If the so-called retribution for future generations really exists, it has nothing to do with the present.

There were strange rocks on the edge of the cliff, Rong Chi knocked on a stone, blood was all over his waist, and the sharp stone pierced into his waist.

The tiger didn't feel well either, Rong Chi's fight was at the level of a pinch, he had no principle, no matter how insidious and cunning he was.

When the tiger was teetering on the edge, he finally understood what this man was going to do. It was probably because the Hengge Continent was too bloody and straightforward. Few people would use this method to hurt the enemy eight hundred and themselves one thousand.

Finally, the man and the beast faced each other from the front, Rong Chi grabbed the edge of the stone, the nails of his ten fingers fell off, and the stone was covered with his blood.

In the nick of time, the tiger stretched out its paws to catch the rock that Rong Chi was holding on to. Rong Chi smiled and pushed his paws away. At the same time, the stone fell off; Chi was dragged down the mountain stream by heavy force.

Rong Chi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only four days before and after struggling in the jungle, but he was so exhausted that he seemed to have lived another lifetime. Except for the sable fur that someone put down on his body, he didn't encounter any good things in this world, but in fact it wasn't that bad. All people and animals live by instinct, there is neither good nor evil.

It's just an eye for an eye, blood for blood.

The sound of the wind whistled past my ears.

Rong Chi suddenly remembered his childhood.

Memory playback is his favorite tactic in the movies he watches. It talks about people's dying, and recalls the things that they never forget, and all of Rongchi's memories are almost disasters.

So Rong Chi seldom thinks about the past.