Mo Nanjue knew very well that even if he swung it out, it wouldn't mean anything. I don't know what it was in the deepest part of the ancient forest. There was no mobile phone, no GPS positioning, no signals, no maps, nothing.

Natural forests are all in a vicious cycle, and natural traps are enough to be fatal and cannot be fought against by humans.

Especially if there are such primitive people who have not been detected by humans for so many years, they must be hidden deep or something that has not been fully understood and controlled.

Similar to...the Great Rift Valley in East Africa.

Even if you swing out, you may not be able to get out for the rest of your life.

Mo Nanjue's slender legs clenched slowly. He squinted his eyes. He and Mu Bailiang disappeared in the London forest, and Luo Xiao said that Mo Beiyan could not find him for three or four months.

It's probably not in the UK.

But it must be around the UK, where will it be.

Ireland? Scotland?

Maybe it's up to these primitive people to go out... Since they can catch people from outside, they must know what a way is.

Mo Nanjue was squatting in the haystack for a long time, but he didn't see the primitive man who had swung out back. He probably wouldn't be able to come back for a while, or he was going to pick up his companions, otherwise it would be impossible to go alone.

He didn't plan to wait any longer, and he stood up on the ground.

However, his long legs were straightened up, and a sudden burst of soreness surged out from the root of his nerves. Mo Nanjue frowned and almost knelt down again the next second.

Such actions inevitably press on the dead branches and make sounds.

The primitive man who was waiting suddenly turned his head and walked over with great vigilance. Mo Nanjue gritted his teeth slightly, and when he was about to approach the haystack, he suddenly supported himself, raised his legs and kicked him-

The primitive man was kicked in the chest by him, grabbed his calf with his backhand and used force hard. Mo Nanjue endured the pain and immediately lifted up with the help of his power, kicking his other leg hard at his lower body!

The Primitive Man was kicked in pain by him, and his face changed. He took a step back and became furious. When he stretched out his hand again, a cold female voice came and shouted something.

The primitive man immediately put down his hand.

Mo Nanjue turned his head and saw the long-haired girl walking over barefoot. She walked to the primitive man and gestured to her fist. The primitive man immediately lowered his head to her.

The next second, the girl with long hair directly punched him hard on the head!

The primitive man bent over and seemed to be apologizing, then lowered his head and retreated behind her, respectful and fearful.

The long-haired girl looked up at the handsome tall man in front of her. She stared at him like this, as if she was looking at him or thinking. After a long time, her purple lips moved slightly, "Y...You..."

You?

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly and said in standard English, "What do you want to ask."

"you..." The girl stumbling. She obviously used to speak English, but she didn't say it for too long, so she forgot about it. She tried hard to squeeze out her pronunciation, "you...name..."

Name?

What's the name?

Tamonanjue has no habit of telling women names casually.

The man looked at her lightly, obviously not going to answer. The girl with long hair stared at him for a while, and when she saw that he didn't speak, she turned around and pointed behind her, as if she was saying that I would take you back.

The moment she turned around, the man's magnetic hoarse voice rang indifferently, in standard American English, "Do you want to leave here?"

The girl with long hair paused.
Chapter completed!