The pale moon hangs in the sky, and the west wind is slightly cool.

The orange bonfire swayed in the wind, and light and shadow floated around it, as if the devil's hand was casting a reflection of the world.

Suddenly hearing a dry and hoarse voice can easily make people think of something supernatural and sneaky.

A trace of disgust arose instinctively in his heart, and Wang Jun said: "Come out and speak."

The guy who called himself a wanderer was silent.

The cool breeze blew gently, the treetops rubbed against each other, and the sound of rustling was faintly heard.

"Pretending to be a ghost?" Sun Buwu took off his sunglasses, his eyes shining golden and red, like two gorgeous clouds.

Phew! Phew!

His gaze condensed and compressed, turning into two beams of light.

There was a very slight sound of footsteps in the distant night, which seemed to be the sound made by the wanderer when he was dodging.

Sun Buwu glanced in the direction of the jeep.

Li Xuanchen buried his head in the carriage, neither letting the people outside the window see him nor seeing the people outside the window, but he seemed to have a pair of eyes that could receive Sun Buwu's hints.

Nodding slightly, Li Xuanchen put his hands together, and black shadows flowed from the gaps in his palms.

At first, the shadows were like threads. Three seconds later, the shadows gathered into a ball, which was as big as a basketball and as heavy as mercury.

He fell silently under the car, passed through the shadow space, and came to the bottom of the car.

Immediately afterwards, a group of shadows used the cover of the turf to quickly fly towards the location where the wanderer made the sound.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With three consecutive air blasts, the shadow figure he summoned flew back and crashed into the bonfire.

The shadow rushes into the huge light source, and its only outcome is death.

Li Xuanchen groaned, jumped out of the car window, and said: "Don't be careless, the other party is at least level 4."

There is a basis for his dare to make this judgment - as a peak level 3 extraordinary person, he has faced many powerful people, including many level 4 extraordinary people. However, based on past experience, it is speculated that the initial level 4 people cannot fall in an instant.

He spent 20% of the power of shadow to condense the clone.

Feng Xiao geared up and raised the corners of his mouth, "It's a good time. I didn't finish the fight during the day. I'm worried that I'm not happy and I can't sleep well at night."

Picking up a thick piece of firewood and using it as a torch, she rushed away.

"Hold on, be careful. There is a scam." Sun Buwu shrank to his feet, stopped Feng Xiao, and pulled her back to Wang Jun.

Feng Xiao frowned, his eyes fierce, like a half-unsheathed magic sword.

She wants an explanation.

Sun Buwu tilted his head slightly, signaling Feng Xiao to pay attention to Wang Jun.

"When the other party came, they talked about meat. The person he spoke to was also Ajun. He already stated his first goal."

"Since you and I agreed to escort him, we must ensure his safety. Don't give the enemy a chance to defeat him one by one because of your own impulses."

The two pectoralis major muscles were undulating and trembling, his fists were clenching, and Feng Xiao's expression was slightly relaxed.

Li Xuanchen came to the bonfire and persuaded: "Sister Xiao, the shadow in the darkness cannot tell me the exact location of that person. You can't go, you will easily fall into a trap."

Feng Xiao bared his fangs, his cheeks bulged slightly, his upper and lower rows of back molars rubbed against each other, and he compromised: "When the other party attacks later, I will take the lead."

Sun Buwu and Li Xuanchen nodded in unison.

Wang Jun said: "I can feel that the person who came here has no murderous intention, otherwise he would have no reason to take the initiative to expose his existence."

"The young man still thinks clearly."

The hoarse voice sighed leisurely, and the coolness in the wind worsened by three points.

"We are traveling to the end of the world at this time, why should you and I fight for weapons? The mountains and rivers are far away, and we are destined to meet each other. You have the delicious meat, and I have the wine that has been aged for many years. Wouldn't it be wonderful to learn from each other's strengths and offset our weaknesses?"

Wang Jun said: "One more friend is better than one more enemy."

Sasha~~Sasha~~

The grass and leaves dance with the wind, as if expressing their approval.

The wanderer chuckled and said, "This is my sincerity."

Green vines hang down from the huge tree as big as a canopy. The ends of the vines are wrapped around ancient clay pots. There is a slight sound of water sloshing inside the pots.

Wang Jun took half a step back, raised his hands, and soft water filled his palms.

"Friend, I have received your wine."

The water ball fell to the ground, and the clay pot was gently stabilized. The mud seal on the filling mouth had not yet been opened.

Li Xuanchen looked solemn, walked to Wang Jun, summoned a shadow to isolate the pot, and said loudly:

"Since we are all destined, why don't we come out and meet each other?"

The wanderer replied: "I am ugly, as you can see, but I am not suitable for a young man. If he calls me friend, I can't scare him."

Feng Xiao sneered: "To be able to walk freely in the wilderness, you are either a demigod or an evil spirit. If you are a demigod, I will accept your defeat today. But you dare not approach the bonfire. It is already obvious what the reason is."

"If we want to live in peace," Sun Buwu nodded, "it's better to come out and meet him."

The hoarse laughter of the wanderer came from the darkness. He ignored the others and asked Wang Jun directly: "Young man, how long will it take for the meat you roasted to be eaten?"

Wang Jun glanced sideways at the bonfire and said, "Now."

"Okay!" The wanderer's speech was not clear enough, presumably because his mouth contains saliva, "I have aged this wine for a dozen years, and I will exchange it for you for 100 kilograms of cooked meat. It's not much, right?"

"Who is a serious person who still wears a nickname when going out?" Wang Jun asked rhetorically.

Wanderer: "..."

He didn't quite understand what Wang Jun meant.

Wang Jun chuckled, "The pottery pot is old and dated, but the aroma of the wine is not clear at all. It has been sealed for sixty years, so it can be said to be the best in the world."

"Haha." The wanderer understood what he meant - he had enough meat to eat, and he couldn't do that kind of searching with a scale.

There were two consecutive clicks, and the butterfly knife unfolded its wings.

The blade wings on both sides merge into one and become the handle.

Wang Jun held the sword in his right hand and swung his arm to slash. The chaotic sword force broke through the burning bonfire.

He put the knife away from his face and blew out a breath of cold air from his mouth. The water in it quickly condensed and adhered to the blade.

Half a second later, the blade of the butterfly knife was extended by half a meter and pierced into the ground.

Brushing, brushing, brushing~~~

He continuously raised his sword, using any technique, like a mad scholar swiping a brush and splashing ink.

The scorching earth layer meets the ice blade, cold and heat intertwine, and white mist emerges.

The wanderer praised: "It's a good weapon, with new ideas. The sword skills are old-fashioned, without any unnecessary movements, and there are no fancy tricks at all. It's not like a complacent young man at all. It's powerful."

Wang Jun smiled and said nothing, knelt down on one knee and clapped his hands with his right hand.

The white mist rolled in all directions, carrying the huge bonfire and moving it for several meters.

The ground showed irregular cracked lines, densely packed, like a spider web.

Wang Jun lightly stamped his foot, causing the clods of soil to roll and dust to fly.

The leaves are exposed, and after being roasted, they glow with autumnal yellow.

The tangy aroma of meat could no longer be resisted and spread into the air. Within a minute, everyone present was twitching their index fingers.

"Fuck!!!" Li Xuanchen glared, "Ajun, do you really have such cooking skills?"

"Hahaha, young man, it seems that your companion is not knowledgeable." The wanderer smiled.

Feng Xiao sniffed fiercely and caressed his belly quietly.

Her body fat rate is less than 8%, and she always shows eight abs arranged like chocolate at all times, but now that she has eaten too much, her eight-pack abs have increased to two levels, reaching the highest level of ninety-nine.

Saliva is constantly secreted, and the biological instinct tells her appetite.

The corners of Sun Buwu's mouth twitched, but he was speechless.

It's just food, how can it mess up my mood?

We are martial arts practitioners, so we do the exercises twice in the morning and evening, and have three meals a day, which is enough!

Full is full, my heart is like a rock and cannot be shaken.

The leaves are spread out piece by piece, and the bird skin is covered in grease, golden and red.

The fragrance filled the air and was at least three times stronger.

More than a thousand kilograms of marrow-sucking eagle meat was exposed. Wang Jun swallowed softly and grabbed the butterfly knife again.

Cut off a complete wing—the base, middle wing, and tip.

Wang Jun threw it into the darkness, and with a hiss, the vine stretched out, rolled up its wings and flew back.
To be continued...