The sun breeze blew slightly, causing the scarecrows by the field to sway slightly, and an arc of golden ripples formed on the rice fields, rippling towards Zhou Fan and the others.

The wind blew over the face, with a sense of heat.

The wind was like a signal. The thing in the rice fields rushed from the rice fields to the path and rushed towards Zhou Fan and the others.

Zhou Fan's pupils contracted, and what was rushed towards them was a black-brown beast, a pair of yellow and gray pupils, which looked like a cat with an enlarged body.

"It's Mo Bao." Zheng Zhenmu shouted loudly, and the spear in his hand had already stabbed it first.

The ink leopard is a leopard, not a monster.

When this idea came to Zhou Fan's mind, he stepped forward and walked quickly.

The man had already left his original position and rushed towards Mo Bao with barking.

Zheng Zhenmu's spear arrived first, but the running Mo Bao kicked the forelimb, and forced her to lie on the side, avoiding the sharp spear tip.

Zhou Fan's sword slashed at Mo Bao's head. If he hit it with one, the Mo Bao would have his body split.

Mo Bao didn't bother to attack Zheng Zhenmu, and it reacted very quickly, and the leopard's head lowered.

In the end, Zhou Fan's knife slashed across the street, only cutting one of its leopard ears, which flew in the air with a little drop of blood.

The man bit Mo Bao's hind limbs.

Mo Bao let out a painful roar. It first kicked the brother on the hind limbs, then glanced at Zhou Fan and the others, turned around and ran away. It limped, but it ran slowly, and soon rushed into the rice fields, dripping blood sprinkled on the ground, forming a blood line.

"Don't let it escape." Zheng Zhenmu laughed and chased after him with a spear. He was very excited. Leopard skin was worth a lot of money.

"Don't chase." Zhou Fan felt something was wrong and wanted to call Zheng Zhenmu.

But Zheng Zhenmu had already rushed into the rice fields.

Zhou Fan glanced at the guy who fell to the ground, and the guy had quickly gotten up.

When Zhou Fan saw that the old dog was fine, he looked at Zheng Zhenmu who was chasing the mo leopard in the rice field. Zheng Zhenmu didn't turn around and shouted loudly: "Zhou Fan, come quickly."

Zhou Fan ignored him, and an ominous premonition appeared in his heart, but lowered his head and thought quickly.

Then he quickly thought about why the leopard rushed into the rice fields for no reason? And he was also circling and rushing around in the rice fields, like... a headless fly!

It was driven into the rice fields!

Zhou Fan suddenly looked up and shouted, "Come out quickly, there may be strange things in the rice fields."

The word "weird" quickly cooled down Zheng Zhenmu's fanatical desire to chase the leopard. He stopped, turned his head and rushed towards Zhou Fan.

call out!

In the rice fields behind Zheng Zhenmu, the ink leopard was thrown over the rice fields, and it let out a wail.

Bang!

The ink leopard exploded, and the flesh and blood scattered everywhere, like a bloody rain.

The blood rain fell on the seedlings and even more on Zheng Zhenmu.

Zheng Zhenmu's face showed a look of fear. He ran and staggered on the rice field, but he did not dare to stop at all, so he quickly got up and rushed out of the rice field.
Chapter completed!