Vol 6 Chapter 742: Xiuxinglu Wan0

Lu Zhengkang saw that this monster tiger had only recently awakened, and he was a delicate and frail monster cub. Then he planned to bully it. It is best to give it cramps and peel off the skin. If the tiger bones are mature Just collect some. As for its flesh and blood, when you get it, you can see if you can find a way to wash away the bad luck and evil spirits, otherwise it will make your stomach easy to eat.
His predator's malicious gaze was accurately grasped by the demon tiger. It lowered its body, and the cavity of its throat issued a series of low and muffled roars, like the sound of a trembling engine, with a warning. It stepped back and tried to leave.
Coincidentally, Lu Zhengkang did not intend to let it go.
Four-legged animals are proficient in charging, but turning and retreating are very clumsy. Lu Zhengkang ran behind the three-tailed demon tiger, and it jumped up in terror, one person and one demon. After wandering for a while, Lu Zhengkang took the lead in launching a boat. The oar, knocked on its cheek, the Fire Spirit God secretly cast a spell, scorching the tiger's whiskers, the monster tiger was anxious, and became mad when he was excited, and flew in the direction of Lu Zhengkang desperately.
He escaped early in the morning. At the moment of staggering, another oar knocked in his eye sockets with a cracking sound. The demon tiger’s eyes were like a glass ball, splashing and breaking, and the room water was mixed. With blood, hula dripped his face. The anger went straight to the brain, and this one almost didn't make it boil.
After all, the tiger demon was scared, so dared, and fled as if turning around and flying.
Wherever Lu Zhengkang's legs could catch up, he waved his hand and said, "Don't hurry!" The tiger demon trembled all over his body when he heard it. His front paws stumbled on the roots of the tree, and he almost fell to the ground with a scream. Into the dense shade of the jungle, leaving only a hurried back.
The fisherman walked up tremblingly, "You are so amazing!" He roared loudly, his dark face was filled with tears and a smile.
Lu Zhengkang nodded and pointed to the pig hog that was culled by the demon tiger. He still had a breath, but it was obviously not alive. The lungs exposed to the outside world tried to expand and contract, but it seemed like a leaky pink leather pocket, and choked twice. , Nothing happened.
"This is wild! It's quite interesting." Lu Zhengkang sighed, "I still want to enter the city earlier. I don't know if there is a brothel here? Can I copy Liu Yong's poems and make me prostitute?"
In his mind are the anecdotes of some literati saucy, and fluttering sleeves, a gentle and graceful man in his imagination, playing the piano and playing the flute. Reading martial arts novels back then, I have been fascinated by this kind of industry for a long time. Thinking of this, Lu Zhengkang felt relieved, but for no reason, he felt a little sore in his eyes, and I don't know why.
This day is too long. Until now, the sun hadn't set, and Lu Zhengkang raised the fire, and then stared at the big lump of pork on the ground in a daze.
Without a knife, if he had killed the monster tiger, he could use his minions as a knife. Now Lu Zhengkang has a boat oar in his hand.
Fortunately, the fisherman carried a small sharp knife with him. It is good for cutting fish. Iron is of course crisper and rougher than steel. The whole is gray and there is a dark red layer near the back of the knife. Rust stains, the grip is wooden, exudes a strong fishy smell.
The fisherman took the initiative to collect supplies in the jungle, and he didn't know what he could find. Lu Zhengkang was not at ease that he was a newly deaf man running around, but there was no good way for a while. This middle-aged fishing man was very stubborn. Yes, Lu Zhengkang is not allowed to follow him.
Lu Zhengkang cut off about two catties of meat strips, skewered them on the branches, and arranged a simple grill. For the time being, he didn't need to bother about it. He carried the oars to find the fisherman, always rest assured.
Following the footsteps, Lu Zhengkang can judge his actions through some details. He stayed in the shade of a tree. There is a herbaceous plant whose stem has been bitten off, and milky grass juice flows out of the fracture. "This thing can eat ?"
Lu Zhengkang continued to move forward and found many broken plants along the way, which were collected by fishermen. Finally, I saw that the fisherman was facing a masson pine in a daze, like a dog, sticking out his tongue to lick the fluffy soft yellow pine flower ball, as if he was serving eagerly, not preying hungrily.
Lu Zhengkang patted him on the shoulder, and the fisherman turned his head to the side. His black and red cheeks were covered with pine powder, and his expression was dull, as if he was playing a harlequin on a stage.
The fisherman showed a pitiful and ugly crying expression to Lu Zhengkang, but he didn't make a sound. He spit out his tongue, and the tongue coating was black.
Lu Zhengkang gestured, eating: chewing; poison: choking his throat?
The fisherman nodded and continued to lick the pine powder.
Lu Zhengkang had no choice but to make such a mistake after such an adult.
The roar of the tiger demon came from the depths of the forest in the distance, full of vitality, it seems that the aftermath of the rest of his life laughed powerfully, Lu Zhengkang was amused, he hehe laughed.
He pulled the fisherman up. After all, this forest is not safe. Even if he does not encounter any large beasts, it is uncomfortable to be bitten by poisonous insects, mosquitoes and flies. In particular, someone who has a good body is exposed to the outside. He doesn't want to Stay here for a long time.
The two shared the tasteless and fishy roast pork. This is the dinner. At this time, the sun finally begins to sink to the west. It can't be seen anymore, but the sky is still bright. It was with the blue-purple night, the golden-pink glow was engulfed, the sparse clouds were pulled into pieces by the high-altitude wind, the outline of the edge was vague, and the side toward the night was light gray, and the side toward the sun was on the side toward the sun. Light orange.
Fishermen dig holes on the beach, the wind is strong at night, there is no shelter, it is easy to be blown to death. You can spend the night with your back on the fire, but it will never be comfortable. It will only feel hot while being roasted, and cold by the wind, and it won't take the next day to mature.
Lu Zhengkang did not eat enough and continued to barbecue. The fisherman came and patted him on the shoulder, pointing to a shelter made by himself, a wind-proof pit, and the edge was reinforced with branches and large leaves to prevent wind and sand from blowing in. It is very comfortable, Lu Zhengkang shook his head and gestured to a "you sleep" position. The fisherman understood, nodded at him, and went into the pit silently.
It was really strong at night, blowing from the forest, Lu Zhengkang was full of pork, his mouth was thirsty, but there was no good source of drinking water for a while. The night was still long, and he had no intention of sleeping, so the pork continued to be cut, ready to be smoked into dry food for the next few days.
In the second half of the night, the moon rose, and a large area of ​​clear light was reflected on the sea. Lu Zhengkang knew that the moon was not a satellite. Looking far away, when the visibility is good, you can see the land on the other side of the sea. The moon is also a real high-level celestial body, at the same level as the sun. Maybe it should be called lunar?
The heavens and stars are full of weather. Compared with the starry sky he saw, Lu Zhengkang is indeed the most beautiful here. The Milky Way is so clear and the nebula is full of colors. Sleeping in such a night should be very happy.
He put the oars aside, the Wuma Fire Spirit will be very weak at night, but it's not bad for warning.
Lu Zhengkang had countless spiritual principles in his mind. Thousands of paths could be followed, but he could only pick one as his fundamental path.
"Tangled, do I want it all?"
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