Chapter 486

Name:War Lord Author:Chen Ran
A beast's claw covered with fine scales on the thick bone joints fell gently on the snow. The beast's claw was very wide, so it took a wide shadow and fell on the snow rabbit. The snow rabbit smelled danger on the animal's paw, so the fat rabbit forgot to escape, so he had to tremble all over and lie motionless on the snow. The claws were moving on the body of the snow beast. It was obvious that its claws were very sharp. When the claws pass by, they will leave clear lines on the snow.

The claw is like a child who is picky about food. It picks up the body, fur, meat, bones and internal organs of the snow beast one by one. Finally, only a section of pink intestines was selected, and then gently picked up with two claws and sent to an attractive small mouth.

Through the gap between its claws, the snow rabbit found it in horror. It is not a variant beast in the primeval forest that has this terrible beast claw, but a human!

Women.

The enchanting woman with red makeup is standing in the snow. Most of her body can be called human, except for the right hand that turns into a beast's claw. It was this arm that tore the strong snow beast into pieces. With the same arm, you can easily pick out the softest part of the snow beast and put it into your mouth. The woman chewed carefully. She closed her eyes and sometimes sent out a low "groan" from her nostrils. His face showed an intoxicated expression, a bit like a drug addict, or climbing to the peak of climax in the blending of spirit and flesh.

There is no denying that she is happy at this moment and enjoys the pleasure brought by food. But the next moment, she seemed to think of something. As soon as his face changed, he mixed blood and water with intestinal fragments and sprayed them on the snow. The woman shook her hand hard, the scales on the surface of the animal's claws quickly retreated, the bones continued to shrink, subtle changes took place from cells and even genes, and finally restored to a snow-white slender arm.

She wiped her mouth with her hand and screamed, "Betsy, how long are we going to stay in this place where birds don't shit? I'm going to be a primitive!"

The scream brought up a circle of air waves, blew the snowflakes, formed several echoes in the woods, and still disappeared gradually.

A moment later, a figure came slowly from the woods. A man in a cowboy hat holds his hat on his head with one hand for fear of being taken away by the wind and snow. He was wearing a clean shirt and a black bow tie under his collar. The lower body is a pair of washed white jeans, and a pair of thick black leather boots wrap the part of the man's calf, leaving clear footprints on the snow.

A man with a tan woolen windbreaker and an old wooden shotgun in his other hand walked lazily to the woman.

"Where's your patience, Petunia? But you can't help it after a few days?" the cowboy looked at the woman with a mocking expression on his face.

Petunia put out her finger and frivolously placed it on the cowboy's chin: "I can't help it, Betsy. You don't do it with me. I can't help looking for a snow beast."

With a disgusting expression, Betsy swept away the woman's hand and whispered, "you slut, whatever you want to do. Just remember, our task is to stay here. Don't let other creatures pass by or let other things leave."

"But you didn't let those fish men go the other day," Petunia said with a smile.

"It was an accident." the cowboy stared at his colleagues, his eyes burning like the sun. After a while, his eyes gradually converged: "well, I admit that I was careless, and obviously we don't have enough hands, do we?"

"Speaking of manpower," Petunia said bitterly, "adults should not leave Alice's bitch, or let me kill Kim. It's not too late. Look at our other respectable colleagues. They haven't been seen yet."

"The adult left Alice in order to wipe the kid Kim out of the world. Besides, I didn't want Alice to participate in this action."

"Alice, that woman would kill Kim? Joke, that woman was aboveboard and let the kid go under my eyes!" pedfani obviously remembered an unpleasant experience, and her voice immediately raised an octave, like those Sopranos singing on the Broadway stage in the old times.

Betsy butted her hat brim with the muzzle of a gun: "come on, it's because you were there. On the contrary, when Alice was left alone, she knew what choice to make. On the one hand, she was a puppet who placed the thoughts of her dead brother, on the other hand, she was an adult who swore allegiance. Alice knew the choice."

"I can't see. You know her very well. Don't tell me you're having an affair with the living dead?"

"I don't need to know her. All I know is human nature. This is the choice without choice, and it's also the reason why adults leave Alice. Of course, your brain full of mating and killing desire won't understand this."

Petunia grabbed Betsy's collar and said, "you mean my mother has a big chest and no brain?"

Betsy looked rudely at her towering twin peaks: "obviously, isn't it?"

"Shit!" Petunia scolded angrily, trying to say something, but a strange airflow brushed her face.

The air flow kept surging in a strip, driving the wind and snow to the forest in the West. On the other side of the forest, another figure gradually appeared. The tall figure, with the smell of giant animals like the ancient times, is like a king under the arch guard of countless banded airflow.

"How?"

Petunia was surprised, then let go of the cowboy and prepared to kneel down: "Sir, you!"

The cowboy grabbed his shoulder before he knelt down. Becky sighed, "so you have a big chest and no brain. How can an adult be here?"

In Petunia's round eyes, the cowboy shouted ahead, "Ben, if you don't put away your deceptive tricks, I don't mind giving you a reward!"

The majesty of the king immediately disappeared, and the associated air flow disappeared completely. The figure in the wind and snow changed gradually from tall to short, and then came a wandering man's voice: "it's been a long time, Betsy, you still have no sense of humor."

"My sense of humor depends on the object, but you're not." the cowboy pulled the brim of his hat, and the wind and snow seemed to be bigger again.

Pedro Fanny's whole body rolled up the strong air flow, and the woman screamed with gnashing teeth: "damn Ben, are you going to play your magic on me? Believe it or not, I'll tear down your thing and feed it to the dog now. I'll see how you can make another life for yourself!"

The figure in the wind and snow gradually became clear. This is a traveler in a cloak. He seemed to have a strange magic. When the wind and snow came near him, it would hover for a week, creating a light fog at his feet, making him look like stepping on smoke. The traveler pulled down his hood and showed a thin face. On his almost bald head, a few yellow hairs fluttered sparsely in the wind, and the turbid eyes that protruded quickly rotated from time to time, looking like the eyes of some kind of monster. The long, pointed nose is full of two words mean, and the thin, knife cut lips undoubtedly don't match the words like generosity and kindness.