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The tragic scene was deeply imprinted in tianwu's mind. Looking at the white light and the hot temperature outside, tianwu retreated with regret. After chasing a few strange animals see day Wu's action, also alertly stopped behind him, quietly inquired about the situation, why Uncle Chu did not chase out?

"You want to know what to ask yourself?"

Tianwu's tone is not good. He can't see it clearly. He's tired of living, so he can get so close. He doesn't know what's wrong with Pange. He has to protect someone. He must be tired of living.

Uncle Chu raised his head and glanced at some strange beasts who were watching from afar. He raised his head and patted pan Ge on the shoulder: "you're doing very well, pan Ge. We didn't see it with our own eyes. No matter who it is, we can't believe it, but we have no choice whether we want to go out or not."

"There are fewer and fewer meat vines, and the underground river is beginning to dry up. It won't last long here. If it wasn't for the drought outside, it would be gone long ago. I haven't told you that it's for fear of causing panic and riots. In fact, we don't have a choice. We have to leave or die."

It's so serious! Pan Ge opened his eyes and looked at Uncle Chu in disbelief. He thought that only the rattan was a little less.

"Do we really want to leave here with the black robe?"

"Not necessarily with him."

It's necessary to leave, but now there's another choice. Uncle Chu looks out and his eyes are more and more deep: "I hope she can persuade him to change his mind."

This is the reason why Uncle Chu's attitude changed. Let Mo Bao leave the ground and return to his side.

Pan Ge didn't understand. He looked at Uncle Chu suspiciously. Obviously, uncle Chu didn't want to explain pan GE's intention. He sat in the same place with his legs crossed, his hands on his knees, his eyes closed, and there was no movement or sound, just like every time he came back from the war with drought, he would sit still for several days and nights, without eating or drinking.

Pan Ge blinked his eyes. He looked at Uncle Chu and looked back at tianwu. He didn't know whether he was better to leave or to sit with Uncle Chu.

Tianwu hooked up the claws of the beast to pan Ge, and let pan Ge pass quickly. He couldn't hear what Pan Ge and uncle Chu said. He was anxious to know what was going on.

Pan Ge hesitated. Seeing that uncle Chu was really in a state of meditation, he relaxed his movements and slowly retreated to tianwu.

"Quick, what's the matter? Won't uncle Chu catch up?"

As soon as tianwu saw pan Ge coming, his eight heads all turned to pan GE's direction. The claws of the beast were holding pan GE's shoulder and shaking violently: "come on, what's the matter?"

"You want to know why you don't ask yourself, what can it be, what you see." Pan Ge himself is in a state of uneasiness. He just received too much information and hasn't digested it for a long time. Uncle Chu told him that he knew he could never tell tianwu them.

The other beasts are not happy. They feel that Pan Ge is a little bit tugged. Uncle Chu must have said something important just now. The more pan Ge doesn't say it, the more curious they are. Their eyes change when they look at Pan Ge. The claws of a strange beast light up and are finally patted back by tianwu's tail.

"It can't hurt the harmony. Since Pan Ge doesn't say it, there's a reason why he doesn't say it. Don't you see that uncle Chu has been waiting at the entrance of the passage? Did Yan fall into the trap? It's so dangerous outside. You can't last long with a person. Don't quarrel. "

All the other beasts immediately calmed down. Some wanted to go back, and some wanted to stay here to see the situation. Tianwu yawned and directly fell on the ground. He didn't want to go back, but he was hungry. He asked the other beasts to bring him some meat vines. He squinted for a while.

When it comes to routeng, the other beasts are hungry, leaving only two with tianwu and Pange. The others go to feed themselves and bring some to them.

Routeng didn't know how long he could last, and Pange was hungry, but he was not in the mood to eat. Looking at Uncle Chu, he was worried about Mo Bao. Well, as for Yan, it's better to feed him.

"Eat it."

When she handed the rattan to Mo Bao, she picked up a piece of it and took a bite. The fresh taste immediately filled her mouth. She ate it with relish. Mo Bao looked down at the rattan. The bright red and bloody juice on it was just like the cut meat. She really couldn't eat it.

"Give it to me. I'll bake it for you."

Yan took the rattan in Mo Bao's hand and waved his hand. The wind rolled a pile of sand, and there were clusters of flames on the sand. Yan threw the rattan directly. The wind held the rattan on the flame and roasted it. From time to time, the smell of barbecue soon spread, and Mo Bao's stomach began to growl.

"It's very delicate." The drought has eaten a large piece of meat vine. After Tucao finished the ink, he put his finger in his mouth, licked the blood bead on it, and made make complaints about it. In his stomach, he turned a lot of trouble and moved away from his sight to feel better.

"You're not happy with that? You used to eat raw meat and drink blood. Why can't you see any blood now? I'm really curious. For so many years, exotic animals have been sealed in the book of mountains and seas. How far have you evolved and what kind of the outside world has been ruined by you? "Mo Bao moved his lips and found that he could not refute it.

"Eat something first."

Yan Shishi gives the roasted rattan to Mo Bao and roasts it himself. As a result, as soon as he puts it on the fire, he is swept to the ground and stained with sand. He straightens his chest with his hands akimbo and raises his jaw. He looks at Yan askance. She is the most powerful and domineering woman in the world. You are not convinced to fight her.

A wisp of wind directly rolled up the rattan on the sand, and then put it on the fire to bake. As soon as he wanted to sweep it to the sand again, Yan rushed over to block his rattan. With a smile on his face, his long and narrow eyes kept blinking at him: "beauty, this rattan is baked for you. It's good to change the taste occasionally."

"Oh, I like the original flavor. How can I drop it?"

What can I do? Of course, it doesn't drip much...? Yan rubbed his face, which was already stiff with laughter. He felt that his eyes were blinking and cramped, and his face value was not enough. Of course, his IQ came together. He quietly put away the roasted rattan, and then took out a piece of the original juice and gave it to Hanyu.

cut the dry land, make complaints about the meat and vine, but not eat it, but directly buried it in the sand. Despised the Tucao, he said, "a bad old thing, and next time he still doesn't know what time he comes up to send food, and he eats up, and he turns around and eats sand."

"He? Who is he? " Yan realized that he had discovered something extraordinary. Did Uncle Chu not come up to fight with Han Yu every time, but sent meat vines to him?