For example, what are the large sand scorpions, black and white ring-necked venomous snakes and so on.

But they were all killed by Marilyn, a very curious cat, and then made into dry food.

"I wish I could go back to the space magic tower like this." Black Cat Malomasha couldn't help but mutter.

At this time Marilyn jumped out and said unhappily: "That would be boring. I'm so bored along the way, I'd love if something could happen."

Maybe Marilyn's intuition was too strong, or maybe her mouth had the attribute of bad luck coming true.

At noon the next day, they really encountered something.

While the four rode on camels, a gust of hot wind came from the northwest, just to the left of their way.

Roland felt nothing.

But the black cat and white cat, as well as the fox people, all looked northwest at the same time.

Roland happened to be behind the Black Cat. Seeing her serious expression, when she saw that she was the same when she saw the other two people again, she asked, "Is there anything wrong there?"

"The smell of blood, a strong smell of blood." Malomasha showed an unbearable look on her face: "At least fifty-three different smells should be human."

"There are seventy-three kinds." The fox prince pointed out lightly.

The fox man has a better sense of smell than the cat man, especially in terms of subtle changes, which are more sensitive.

Roland also turned his sight over there, and then he retracted and focused on his system taskbar.
Chapter completed!