Chapter 369: Erosion to the sky (3)

Chapter 369 Erosion to Haotian (3)
the next morning. The territory of the murderous family.
"Give this back to me?" Bettiville looked at Albert in an incredible way. The Tigerman was holding Brady's left arm prosthetic.
"I saw that I became that kind of thing yesterday. You still give me my left hand. I am not afraid that I will suddenly be in trouble?"
"If you want to attack me, there are countless opportunities before." Albert looked at him with a smile, and he was not afraid at all. "But I know that you will not attack us casually. You come for peace, right. You won't escape until you reach your goal, and you won't hurt anyone."
The tiger boy, Albert, saw through the innocent Bediville. Even if he gives Betty a weapon in his hand, the werewolf teenager is still a harmless guy.
"Come on, I will help you install it." Albert said.
Bedyville took the letter off his shirt in disbelief and watched the other person take his prosthetic arm. He pointed at the interface of his left shoulder, and inserted it, twisted it, and slammed it.
"Oh." The nerves were connected again, and Biddi felt a pain in his arm. After waiting for the pain, he tried to move his left arm, and the palms were combined and the reaction was as good as ever.
"It's a delicate machine. The fox people can't even open it to study, hehe." The tiger looked at the silver metal prosthetic of the werewolf. He should have studied this thing for many days, but still has a strong interest in this arm.
"This is what the Master did for me. It seems to be a kind of memory metal. In short, it is better than no arm." Bettiville subconsciously protects his arm, and seems to be afraid that Albert will rush and take him away. Arm.
The tiger boy picked up the scones on the side and swallowed it. "Come on, we are going hunting."
"Hunting Warcraft?"
"Yes. The last time I hunted it, I have already eaten it. This time I have to hunt a big one." Albert grinned.
The doubts in Bedieville's heart are deeper. As a prisoner, he should not be so trusted. Is he really worthy of being trusted?
Ten minutes later, he and Albert, under the leadership of five or six tiger hunters, came to the suburbs. When Albert put the bow and arrow to Bedieville, Bedieville hesitated another question: "Do you really believe me? Don't you be afraid that I will put a cold arrow behind your back?"
"Beddyville, you didn't ask me last night, [Are we friends?] What's the problem?" Albert said. "I can't answer you directly. I can only tell you that making friends is trusting each other." Start. If I decide to believe in you, then I will believe you from the very beginning.
If you really put a cold arrow behind my back, then I will come back later and regret it. "
"Are you stupid?" Betti squinted, but he still reached for the bow.
"Perhaps." Elbert smiled mysteriously. "But I believe that being a [stupid] is a happier life than being a [smart person."
The way the tiger boy looks at things is different. He looks deeper, farther and more careful.
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At 8 o'clock in the morning, the dark areas are still far from dawn, and everything is silent in the dark night. This is the darkness before dawn, and the time period when Warcraft comes out for food.
A giant lizard, covered with black skin and almost integrated with the night, crawls on the desolate surface and tries to find a little berry from the sparse shrubs.
The amount of food is pitifully small, but this small 10-foot warcraft is good at maximizing the nutrition of food and eating a little bit to maintain a full day of activity.
Just as the monitor lizard ate the berries, the ground on which it was located suddenly collapsed, and the huge trap bullfrogs swallowed the giant lizard.
The trap's mouth is full of sharp needles, and its mouth has a special structure that can be used to instantly break up food with high-speed rotation. In this way, the swallowed giant lizard is broken into minced meat and swallowed into the stomach.
However, the bullfrog did not comfortably enjoy its breakfast, and was immediately stunned by another huge dark dagger. It is easy to mute two sharp arms to cut the prey, and how many prey are dead under its knife.
However, the dark cockroach had not had time to eat its breakfast, and was immediately crushed to the ground by a huge black cockroach, and was immediately eaten by the head. The red compound eye of the insect was torn under the sharp claws of the bird, like a stained glass scattered around the ground.
The black cockroach was planning to eat its breakfast, but was shot in the eye by an arrow. Losing one eye, it is about to fly away, and a cold light has already smashed the wings of the black scorpion.
It reluctantly swept away with another wing and intended to drive away the enemies around, but did not expect the enemy to have cast a heavy chain. One pulled the left leg of the black scorpion, one pulled its right leg, and the other just wrapped around the wing that swept it out. The three forces pulled together, and the black scorpion was pulled involuntarily and fell forward!
The werewolf boy has already rushed to become a behemoth, and he smashed the handkerchief with a hand, and went up in the direction of the black scorpion! Ten feet long, the sharp blade directly penetrated into the black skull's head, resulting in the death of the giant bird!
"Call, call, call." Biddyville took a few breaths and took a breath, is this hunting a success? This huge black meat (although not very delicious) should be enough for a week in the village of the fangs.
"Good job, Brady." Albert said, laughing and walking over and taking a picture of the Werewolf boy's shoulder.
"You will say, you will not see you to help!" Biddyville said with an angry look, but he could not help but smile.
"Oh, how can I help? If it is an accident, wouldn't it be a loss?" Albert sneered. But his smile was instantly taken over.
He looked at Bedyville's right arm and immediately trembled back a few steps, as if he saw a flood of beasts.
"Hey, what's wrong with you, Albert?" Bedieville asked inexplicably.
"You your hand"
"Oh, this? It's just a little bruise." Bettiville waved his hand inadvertently. He had a small wound in his hand. The wound should be surrounded by the spine of a World of Warcraft. Arrived.
Because the spine has some toxicity, the wound does not seem to have healed, and the blood that has flowed out has stained a large piece of his arm and dyed the silver fur of the silver wolf into a bright red.
"Oh, damn--" Albert just glanced at him unconsciously and immediately passed out.
This sudden change caused Biddyville to jump: "What?! Albert!-"