Chapter 401: What should come is always coming

Just when I hung my hands on a branch and I didn't know what to do, I suddenly heard a scream from above my head. What kind of ghost is calling? It sounded like a bird calling. At this moment, I was so upset that I really didn't bother to tell which bird was calling.
A huge shadow floated silently over my head, and I couldn't help but look up.
After seeing what it was, my white hair sweat immediately appeared.
It was a roasted eagle. Of course, the hair had faded, leaving a greasy yellow-orange body and a pair of meaty wings. It flew over with the pair of fleshy wings.
What did this guy fly for?
My instinct tells me that since the roasted tiger and roasted bear are here to attack me, then this roasted eagle will definitely be against me.
Sure enough, it screamed, swooped, and pounced at me, and its sharp beak pecked at my left eye.
I was so scared that I yelled my mother, and hurriedly grabbed the branch and slammed backward.
In this way, even though it did not peck my eyes, it pecked my ears. I immediately felt the tear-like pain in my ears. Then, a hot thing dripped down the earlobes continuously and flowed onto the placket.
I turned my face and glanced, and found blood on the placket.
Nima, this guy should have torn my ears.
Seeing that the attack failed, the roasted eagle turned into anger, flapping its wings suddenly and swooping toward me again.
After I was pecked, the blood flowed and the pain made me concentrate on staring at every move of the roasted eagle. Seeing it flying, I dodged it in time, and it rushed into the air again. This time it didn’t even touch my scalp. To.
After suffering a loss, I also learned how to do it, so I just hang on a branch and swing. As soon as it flies, I immediately swing to the other side. After a few rounds, it weakens offensively, probably tired. Well, even if it is a roasted eagle, it should still be tired.
Taking advantage of the weak offensive of the roasted eagle, I moved quickly and had to move myself to a safer position. It was obviously impossible to move to the trunk, because the roasted bear was not idle at this time, it was still working hard. Climbing up, watching its fat body try to shrink back and forth, I couldn't get more nervous. Currently, I can only move towards the treetops.
Actually, I’m already exhausted. Somehow, I still have the strength to hang on a tree branch and struggle to death. I think this is probably the human survival instinct that prompted me to do this. The strong desire to survive prompted me. Be strong with these? What should I call creatures like roasted tiger, roasted bear, roasted eagle? Call them anomalous creatures for the time being, and fight against these anomalous creatures.
After I hung on the tree and mixed my breath, I found that the roasted eagle was gone.
But I know it will not leave, just like the roasted bear that is crawling up, the roasted eagle is gone, and it must be thinking about other ways to deal with me.
At this moment, a tiger roar suddenly came from under the tree, which shook the tree body and made me almost fall from the tree.
I lowered my head and saw that the grilled tiger was raising his neck and glaring at me. The sun shone its mouth full of fangs like diamonds. Nima, it turned out, it didn't leave, and it was staring at me under the tree.
If I fell from the tree, I would fall into the mouth of a tiger.
I grasped the branches even more, I would rather fall to pieces than be eaten by a roasted tiger. It's ridiculous to think about it.
The roast tiger saw that I was not shaken by it, and then jumped up and down frantically, waving his claws and fangs at me, and all kinds of demonstrations.
I let go of my voice and yelled at it, "You are so weak, I haven't fallen off yet, you are in a hurry!"
The grilled tiger continued to roar and jump under the tree, still not giving up, probably because I hoped that I was too frightened to throw myself into the net. It wanted to be beautiful.
Forget it, just ignore the grilled tiger. As long as I hold onto the branch and don't fall, it will not threaten me at all. As for it, it is willing to roar and jump.
At this moment, I heard a strange sound, dong dong dong, and with this strange sound, the branches were still swaying with the rhythm of the strange sound, like a beat.
What is going on here?
I glanced in the direction of the strange noise, and saw a scene that made me furious.
The roasted eagle was standing on the trunk, pecking at the junction of the trunk and the branches with its sharp beak. Its vicious intention couldn't be more obvious. It planned to peck at the branches and throw me off the tree.
No wonder the grilled tigers under the tree are so happy these days, dare to feel that they are a group, they have colluded long ago, and they are waiting for me to fall down for a good meal.
I said why the roast eagle has disappeared. It turns out that the cat is destroying it here.
The roasted eagle attacked me just now and failed for a long time. It must have turned into anger and must find a way to kill me.
咚 咚 咚 咚 咚 咚 咚 咚 咚
As the heart-wrenching bangs rang endlessly, the croaking sound finally rang again.
Indeed, the creak was the sound of sawdust being pecked and torn apart on the branches.
How long is there? How long can this branch support?
How long will this branch be broken by roasted eagles?
I have already started counting down for this branch in my heart.
It was probably expected that there was no suspense about my falling down from the tree. The roasted bear had given up and continued to climb, and I saw its fat body shrink and crawl down.
Sure enough, after climbing to the bottom of the tree, the roasted bear met with the roasted tiger. They stood on the ground under me and roared at me together. The roasted bear slapped its paw against the mountain, roasted the tiger. Running around excitedly. Not only roasted bears and roasted tigers, I also saw roasted crocodiles and roasted wild monkeys walking down below, and roasted snakes crawling over, spitting letters.
Nima, family portrait?
It looks like they are all here. For them, everything is ready now, only the east wind is owed, and they can eat when the branches break and I fall.
The terrible thumping and squeaking sounds continue. The roasted eagle is very dedicated and works meticulously. It does not stop for a moment. If I am also one of the group of cooked animals, I definitely recommend that you send a certificate of diligence. it.
I listened carefully to the thumping and squeaking with my ears upright, hoping to prepare mentally before the branch broke completely. Even at this time, listening to these two sounds was as terrifying as a death knell to me.
Although I was very frightened, what should come is always coming.
This time, the creaking sound continued for a long time, followed by a slap, and I know that this slap indicates that the branches have been completely broken. I couldn't help but let out a scream of despair and fell along with the broken branch.
Under the tree, the cooked animals boiled completely, they roared and jumped frantically.