Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Fang Lingtian repeated this sentence to him more than once, and he was also prepared to abide by this rule.
Suddenly, the man took out a dagger from his body and slashed his face hard.
"flutter!"
He cut off his nose completely in one go, and blood spurted out. Then he looked at Zhang Jun and asked, "Are you relieved now?"
Zhang Jun sighed and said, "Let's go."
This man had his nose cut off, bleeding profusely, and lost his sense of smell. The beasts on the prairie would not let him live.
The man staggered forward and decided to leave this damn place immediately. At the same time, he sneered in his heart and said to himself: "That Asian strong man doesn't know the characteristics of our genetic people at all. After my nose was cut off, it would be like a week."
It can grow inside. Hum, I will find him when the time comes!"
He hurriedly walked for dozens of miles, and suddenly stopped because he found many blue light spots swaying around him, and a group of wild beasts surrounded him.
This was a group of prairie wolves that came out to look for food at night. They all stared at him coldly with greedy eyes.
There are not many wolves on the African savannah, and their fighting ability is not outstanding among other beasts. But they have one characteristic, that is, they are bold and ferocious, and they dare to eat people without any scruples.
The bloody smell on Peter's body attracted the pack of wolves. They had followed him for at least ten miles, and when they saw that Peter was bleeding out and had lost a lot of strength, they decided to hunt him.
Peter felt a sense of despair in his heart. His strength was no different from ordinary people, and he didn't know how to deal with these damn wolves.
Ten minutes later, where Peter stood there was only a pile of rags, a pair of shoes, and a pile of hair.
Zhang Jun had already left for more than half an hour. Shangguan Miyue sat on the spot with her knees crossed, motionless. She followed Zhang Jun's instructions exactly, waiting for an hour, and left before she could wait.
Waiting is sometimes a kind of torture, and she is always worried about Zhang Jun's safety in her heart. If Zhang Jun cannot come back, she will be forced to survive alone on the prairie, and even if it is not long, it will be very dangerous.
"You stinky bastard, bad guy, you must come back!" she murmured to herself.
After waiting for a few more minutes, she felt as if she had spent a long day. At this time, she suddenly heard a slight sound coming from the grass, which made her feel happy. He was back?
However, the next moment her heart was in her throat and she almost screamed because it was not Zhang Jun who walked out of the grass, but a skinny male lion.
Through the moonlight, Shangguan Meixue could clearly see that the lion's body was covered with scars and looked weak. However, when it stared at her, it still had a ferocious and domineering look in its eyes. After all, it was a lion, the king of the prairie.
Shangguan Miyue felt that her soul was about to be scared away. She sat stiffly on the spot, watching in horror as the lion approached step by step. Tears flowed down unsatisfactorily, and she cried in a low voice: "Damn bastard, why are you
If you don’t come back, I hate you!”
The lion was startled by the cry, and slightly slowed down its pressing pace. But it only slowed down. It quickly approached, and the dangerous light in its eyes became stronger and stronger.
Shangguan Meixue wanted to jump up and run away, but unfortunately her legs were weak. She couldn't stand up at all, and her heart was filled with despair. When the lion was about to pounce, what came to her mind was not her relatives and friends, but Zhang
all.
That gangster who took advantage of her, that man who roamed the prairie, that devil who could kill a crocodile with his bare hands and kill people as easily as mowing grass.
"Hey, I'm here." Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded. Shangguan Miyue raised her head suddenly and saw Zhang Jun standing on the left side of the lion without knowing it, staring at it coldly.