The three puppies were not so much eating as they were playing. When they were tearing apart the chicken, they were squealing and tearing until their mouths were full of fur, which was so cute and cute.
Lu Lu had no choice but to step forward to help. He simply peeled off the skin of the chicken and tried his best to remove the lead sand that had penetrated the chicken's body before throwing it to them.
Killing birds with chicken sand covers the largest area and is easy to hit. However, the birds that are hit often have a lot of lead sand embedded in their bodies, making it difficult and uncomfortable to eat.
Lu Lu was glad that he didn't buy much, and the slingshot was still good, so he didn't have to worry about this problem.
For Yuan Baoniang and the four of them, three half-roasted chickens are no different from dim sum.
Lu Lu didn't want them to eat too much, just to satisfy their craving a little. They had to continue wandering around in the mountains looking for flying dragons, but they couldn't affect their ability to move.
After wandering around in the mountains for almost an hour, Lu Lu, who had been carefully listening to various sounds around him, finally heard the chirping sounds coming from the depths of the birch forest.
At once, he recognized that it was the flying dragon that he had searched many places in the mountains but still could not find.
In this regard, Yuanbao cannot provide him with support.
Lu Lu couldn't help but feel ecstatic.
In my opinion, no one knows how to eat flying dragons better than the Oroqen people.
Of course, it doesn't take off directly, but it still flies far.
They are usually considered to be walking birds, and they like to wander around the ground more often in search of food. In winter, they spend more time on the branches, but even so, they still spend the night outside in the snow nest underground.
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Before that thing became a protected animal and was prohibited from being purchased, I had never tasted it again, and it felt like it had only been a long time since I ate it.
Just like the chickens that gather together in a group to search for food or grill themselves in the sun, the flying dragons also move in large groups, but they move more closely together, so the cries they emit are related to each other.
When the sound became muddy, I took out the rope from the hunting bag, tied a knot, and tied all seven Yuan Baoniang under the birch tree.
Lin Jie's first shot with the slingshot was something I looked at. Due to my confidence in my own slingshot skills, I wasn't completely sure of hitting it. My focus now was on the seventh flying dragon.
Before the first projectile was fired, I rubbed my thumb into my palm, brought out a grasped projectile, pinched it and put it into the bullet bag, and slowly tightened Lu Lu.
That is a very bad advantage, but it depends on how you use it.
When many walking birds are running, none of them have characteristics similar to chickens. Instead of holding their heads low, they shake a lot, which shows the stability of their heads. Flying dragons are not one of them.
I saw this flying dragon still clinging to the tree trunk, moving every time.
When I was young, Gongpi touched the distance in the forest where the cry of the flying dragon came from, and I walked more and more cautiously.
We can only give in to them for the time being.
That projectile hit unexpectedly and accurately. The flying dragon was hit so hard that it rolled directly to the ground, fluttering its wings, and could no longer stand up.
Done!
I decisively loaded the slingshot with projectiles and shot it out again.
This means that before sending two to Zhang Shaofeng, I can have a good taste of the flying dragon.
Gongpi was overjoyed.
Flying dragons can fly. Although they are very good at it, there is still no problem in flying two to eight hundred meters.
I happily ran towards the flying dragon for two steps, then suddenly stopped.
Gongpi held his breath and concentrated. In order to prevent the farther one from running out of his control, Gongpi chose to attack the further one first.
While chasing, Gongpi put the projectiles into his pocket, and before closing the distance, he stood still, pulled away from Lu Lu, and fired the eighth projectile. That time, I hit him in the head.
Gongpi turned his head quickly and looked at the flying dragon under the birch tree, and I started laughing.
As for the eighth one, the possibility is not that great. If it is disturbed and stays at a low place, it may fly away directly, so I am only 70% sure. If it flies far, it will be hard to find. If it flies too far,
It must also die.
All eight flying dragons were hit, and it was more complicated than expected.
The flying dragon, whose wings were injured, struggled to get up, threw off its legs and ran away screaming.
Well, as long as you hit those two, it counts.
The bow skin moves quickly, choosing a suitable shooting position.
Following the sound, Gongpi approached quietly.
Two of them were foraging underground, and one was pecking at the buds on the birch branches.
Lin Jie, who tightened her grip, rebounded and shot the projectile towards the one here.
Flying dragons usually move in groups of three or five.
Stable, however, means more difficult to target.
It took a little effort to find the eight flying dragons.
That time, I had to use the method Zhao Tuanqing taught me to taste the long-lost taste brought by Feilong.
Gongpi never thought that the flying dragon that was disturbed on the branch would choose to stay on the branch instead of fleeing.
The target was naturally placed under the two flying dragons that were foraging for food underground. As for the one on the branch, it was not covered by branches and leaves, so it was a bad hit.
Alarmed by the sudden abnormal noise, the flying dragon, which was close to the bow skin underground, ran away underground as I expected, flapped its wings, flew up, and landed on a lower birch branch seven meters away.
The flying dragon clinging to the trunk of the tree screamed and fell from the bottom of the tree.
Snap...
There were no thin branches to stop him. In order to make himself less sure, Gongpi hit the wings of the seventh flying dragon that time.
The bow skin moved very slowly, and Lu Lu held the bullet bag tightly and released it, and the seventh projectile had already shot out.
Facing the flying dragons that were difficult to find, I thought that I had just hit one with my slingshot, and the rest were frightened away by the seven Yuanbao Niangs who rushed out. This would be troublesome.
He began to think that he had to go deep into the mountains to find the flying dragon when he encountered it.
That's just like delivering food.
The reason why Gongpi felt that he was not 100% sure that he could hit two was because the characteristic of a flying dragon when taking off was that it would run underground for a while before taking off, and then it would land under a branch after flying eight or seven meters.
If you escape slowly, there will be no possibility of hitting the seventh and eighth players with a slingshot.
Could it be...
Watching Gongpi leave them alone and move toward Zi, not to mention the eight grunting puppies, even Yuanbao was so panicked that he ran around the birch tree, pulling on the rope, looking at Gongpi helplessly, and whining.
shouted.
Yuanbao is very quiet, but when he hears the sound of gunshots and slingshots, he will immediately rush towards the prey. The eight puppies have also learned this and are even more content.
No matter what you think, the bow skin is not 100% sure that you can hit two, and as for the eighth, it is not 70% at most.
When the bow-hide projectile was fired, I had not yet followed closely.
I held the slingshot tightly in my hand, and the bullets had not been put into the bag to prepare. I also grabbed eight or seven bullets in my hand, and then I carefully observed the surroundings.
As long as I hit it, with the power of the slingshot I have on hand, the flying dragon will definitely fly. It can only land on the ground and run or burrow through grass and bushes. In this way, catching it will have little problem.
That's right, I think I heard the flying dragon flying under the birch tree.
Although they are here, the distance between them is not that far. As long as there is no sound from the hands, the other two will definitely be alarmed.
The projectile hit again by mistake, and the flying dragon's wings were damaged. It flapped its wings and tried to fly, but it fell down directly.