But at this moment, it seems that the ferocity of mandrills is somewhat underestimated.

A whistling sound.

The mountain breeze blew at night, and it felt cool at first, and then it became cold.

The grass is low and the sound of insects is coming one after another.

The moon is bright and the vision is bright.

There is a sound of a wolf howling in the distance, shrill and stern.

Qingyuan walked up, pulled a long knife in his hand, and the outer garment fell off, revealing the white middle garment, and several fire talismans were pasted in front and behind.

It falls into the eyes of the monster, like a flame.

The fire in the dark night will attract creatures in the distance. However, when the fire is close, the heat of the fire often causes the beast to retreat.

But the mandrill did not retreat.

It stood there, bowed slightly, and pressed its arms that had fallen over its knees to the ground, eager to move.

The two looked at each other, and the fields were silent.

The atmosphere seemed a little bit colder.

Xiaoyu frowned in her sleep.

She curled up and felt a little cold.
Chapter completed!