Many clubs have a group of horses with various auras, such as horse racing, pure blood, and can be taken out to resell, or even exchanged for a house. However, if the nobles and socialites among these horses are put together, they will probably only have room to compare who has a face.

This is the best horse Chu Huan has ever met in his life.

The single-handed herbivores shuttled through monsters and thick fog. Its fear did not need to be revealed. Chu Huan could feel that the instincts of creatures were not so easy to restrain. However, fear was fearful, the big white horse was not panicked. It would never be surprised easily, always remained vigilant, followed the instructions of the people on the horse with a little caution. At the same time, it was also working hard to find a way out in its own way.

But thinking about it is true that people like Nanshan are giving away, the best ones they give away must be.

The big white horse shook off the monster in the water that looked like a snake or a lizard, and walked forward for a while. Chu Huan heard the faint roar from the depths of the thick fog.

The thick fog in front of him made him involuntarily think of various biochemical pollution in horror movies. Out of scientific common sense, Chu Huan's only acceptable explanation is that these monsters were all subjected to some kind of pollution or radiation, and became abnormal mutants.

Thinking about it this way, the monster is nothing, but will there be any problem with the little bald man inhaling so much fog?

"Are you afraid?" Chu Huan asked softly.

The little bald man looked at each other, changing his trembling appearance just now, and thrust his chest up at the same time.

Chu Huan sighed: "Babys..."

In this world, only children who don’t understand can raise their chests and heads up in the face of unaware dangers to show that they are not scruples.

Anyway, no one expects them to really take any responsibility.

Chu Huan: "I understand now why your little sister Hua Guduo is so happy to cry when she's okay."

The big white horse was hesitant, and Chu Huan's heart was the same.

This experienced man and horse have already judged that the direction of the roar is probably the Liyi tribe on the other side. Now the little bald family is there... Well, so is Nanshan.

When Chu Huan thought of Nanshan, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He felt that he might not have to see Nanshan again, but at least he had a few words to tell him that Nanshan was still fine.

The anxiety is like a wildfire in my heart, and it cannot be extinguished, so Chu Huan rarely hesitates.

But the wildfire burned his chest but did not burn his mind. After a pause, Chu Huan turned his horse's head slightly: "No, let's go back to the other side first."

The big white horse understood, but the little bald man and the little poisonous snake were confused about the adult's capriciousness. He suppressed the little bald man who was crying and shouting, and wanted to take them to the Hui tribe. Why did he suddenly turn back again?

The big white horse followed the water and ran towards the direction they were coming.

After all, Nanshan is the leader of a clan and an adult, but the little bald man is not. This annoying little boy's skill points are added to climbing trees and causing trouble. Chu Huan cannot lead him into unknown dangers.

He decided to send the little bald man away as quickly as possible, temporarily entrust him to the villagers living in the mountains along the way, and then rush back to cross the river to leave the Yi tribe's settlement.

"We'd better not get lost this time," Chu Huan unknowingly switched to Chinese and whispered, "I'd better have time."

Otherwise, if something happens there, will he be responsible for raising this annoying baby?

Chu Huan looked down at the little bald man and thought to himself with depression: "Then I'd better die there and sacrifice my love for the handsome man."

Unfortunately, plans have always been unable to keep up with changes. The reason why "reality" is called "reality" is because it is always very different from what is expected.

The big white horse that was originally running at high speed suddenly became slumped. The big white horse whined in pain. Its front legs became weak and its steps were immediately messy, and it was almost about to fall. However, it probably remembered that there was someone on it, and it staggered and still tried hard to stop.

Chu Huan saw something scratching a wound on the big white horse's thigh, and thin blood flowed into the river.

The little bald man widened his eyes and said a word that Chu Huan had never heard of before. Chu Huan covered his mouth.

"Shh--" Chu Huan stared at the wound on the horse's leg, but all his energy had been mobilized to his ears.

At this time, he hoped that his hands would not be so fast and his gun would not be so active.

An incredibly fast black shadow suddenly rose from the water, and the big white horse instinctively wanted to retreat, but Chu Huan pulled the reins hard and nailed them to the spot.

The next moment, the black shadow hit Chu Huan's triangular thorns. The friction sound was like a sharp metal piece slashing on the glass, and it rang deep in the thick fog, making people feel creepy.

The impact occurred in an instant. When Chu Huan was tentacles, he understood the difference in strength between the two sides. He grabbed the little bald head with one hand and lie down sideways backwards. His waist was almost bent into an arch bridge. If it weren't for his hastily unloading his strength, Chu Huan doubted whether the sudden impact would break the triangular thorn and his arm.

Chu Huan saw it clearly, and the thing that rushed over was the little monster that broke into his residence that night and was twisted by Nanshan.

Its body was covered with hard armor and a mane similar to a steel needle. There was only a soft flesh on the side neck, and the armor and the hard hair were not connected with the green and yellow ones. If he was not old at that time, then Chu Huan remembered that Nanshan first clamped the monster's side neck with his five fingers, and then with the power of his body's rotation, he broke its neck with one blow.

Chu Huan: "Catch me!"

The little bald man immediately buried his head in his arms and hugged him tightly. Chu Huan let out a hand and accurately grabbed its neck the moment the monster pressed on his head.

He made five fingers as claws, grabbed the monster hard, and pulled it into the water from mid-air with a short scream. The moment the monster fell into the water, Chu Huan raised a triangular thorn and stabbed it into its flesh and blood with a "puff".

A large mass of blood bloomed like fireworks with burning eyes. The monster screamed when he was dying and opened his mouth wide. Chu Huan felt a strange airflow. He suddenly remembered the door bolt he automatically opened that night. Before he could think about it, his body had moved first. He suddenly turned sideways and blocked his head, neck and the child in his arms and left shoulders.

There was a sharp stinging pain on his arm, as if he had been pierced by a long needle, but his clothes were not broken at all. Chu Huan rolled around with a triangular thorn and didn't touch anything.

It's like a needle condensed by air.

For a few seconds, Chu Huan looked at the dead monster and his intact coat, and suspected that he had an illogical hallucination again.

But the snake wrapped around the little bald man suddenly stood up to his arm, looking very nervous.

The next moment, the place where Chu Huan had just stinged began to get cold and numb. The numb feeling spread rapidly along his left arm. Chu Huan suddenly felt something was wrong. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and saw that there was indeed a stab wound on his upper arm. It didn't shed much blood, but the wound had turned black and purple.

What kind of wounds were and how did it come about? Chu Huan could not understand until this moment. He had lived for so many years and had never heard of such things, but now it is not the time for research. He made a quick decision, clamping the handle of the triangular thorn, temporarily blocking the blood flow, and then pulled out the short knife that Nanshan gave him, and cut open his wound with one knife, and black blood gushed out. After Chu Huan squeezed it, he sucked out a lot of it with his mouth until the blood turned red.

Chu Huan really had nothing else to carry, only a bamboo tube of wine given to him by Nanshan. Now he had to treat the dead horse as a living horse. Chu Huan took off the bamboo tube and rinsed his mouth, and then fell all over on the wound.

Chu Huan is not unfamiliar with the feeling of alcohol pouring directly on the knife wound.

It hurts, it hurts so much, but it is definitely not the kind of pain. It really penetrates the bone marrow and penetrates his mind, which is exactly the same as the feeling that Nanshan gave him medicine at a small guesthouse in the county town.

This bamboo tube contains medicinal wine.

Can I drink medicinal wine indiscriminately? Will it cause any more deadly chemical reactions to toxins? Chu Huan is no longer in the mood to worry. He is sweating all over the body due to the pain, and the sweat is quickly dried up in the cold mist. There is no need to mention the embarrassment.

The sound of the water flow became more and more rapid. The big white horse hesitated in place for a moment, and suddenly turned his head on his own initiative and flowed upstream towards the river bank on the side of the Yi tribe. Chu Huan shook for a moment before stabilizing himself, but he did not stop him.

Sometimes animals have an instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm than humans, and there must be something that makes them feel terrible in front of them.

It was really raining all night. At this moment, Chu Huan heard the sound of water behind him suddenly become violent. When he looked back, he saw three or four monsters covered in black armor and hard hair just now chased after him.

There was a rumbling sound from afar, and a thunderous movement came again.

Chu Huan couldn't see, hear, or tell, he could only pounce forward with the intuition that was wandering on the edge of life and death. The sound of the cloth being torn apart was heard, and a hole was opened behind Chu Huan's windbreaker, which kept cutting his collar.

There seemed to be residual poison on his left arm, and his left half began to become cold and dull.

At this critical moment, it is definitely not a good thing to have a paralysis of the upper body.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third airflows followed one after another. Chu Huan avoided twice dangerously. When the third time, the black guy had already chased him, stretched out his sharp claws and grabbed him towards him.

Chu Huan kicked it in the chest, and the black guy flew out in pain, suddenly opened his mouth to him, revealing the black throat behind his fangs.

Damn, this is another trick!

This time, Chu Huan had no choice but to avoid it because of the tricky angle. He avoided it, and the invisible air arrow would hit the little bald man.

But if you resist it for a while, Chu Huan didn't know if he would become a zombie that could still breathe...or the sensation of paralysis reached his heart and lungs, and then he would be a zombie that would not breathe.

In the flash of lightning, he had to protect the little bald man while vainly raising the short knife in his hand to block it.

Something surprising happened. Half the knife was sent out, Chu Huan actually felt like "I hit something". His hand holding the knife suddenly tightened and slashed with force. A sharp sound in the void seemed to be broken into two pieces. One of them passed by Chu Huan, and the other piece slapped the monster's face, giving it a sharp slap in the face, and half of the face was scratched with a sharp wound.

This is a knife that can split the wind.

But before Chu Huan could come back to his sense of "held the artifact", his big white horse suddenly jumped over the corpse of a suspected mutant crocodile in the water - they obviously returned to the place just now, and two "mutant crocodiles" had been thrown away and surrounded from both sides again.

Chu Huan had no temper to curse, so he had to drag his paralyzed body to fight again.

The white horse neighed and passed through the two monsters fearlessly. Chu Huan cut off the monster's protruding mouth and nose at an unseen speed. He could no longer care about the concussion caused by the screams of the thing, because the other one shook his huge head and bumped towards him.

Chu Huan planned to fight with his only left right arm and face it with a short knife.

And at this moment, something strange happened.

Some strange fluctuations suddenly appeared in the white mist. Chu Huan's sword shuttled through the monster, and the monster shuttled through him... as if it was just an extremely realistic 3D image.

Or... a ghost.

The giant beast fell into the water without any splashes arousing, and the few little monsters chasing behind him seemed to evaporate from the air.

What's going on?

The people running all the way and the people paused in great doubts and anxiety. The little poisonous snake suddenly slipped down from the little bald man. Chu Huan didn't hold it. It had already plunged into the water, and it had moved away after several ups and downs.

The roar in the distance disappeared without realizing it.

It was not until this time that Chu Huan discovered that the water here seemed to be much lighter than before.

Does that mean...they are about to arrive on the shore?

Everything was like a dream, but the cold sweat on his body was still there, the blood-soaked sleeves were still there, and the stiffness on his left half of his body was still there. Twenty minutes later, when Chu Huan was already having difficulty breathing, his horse's hooves hit the land.

His vision began to blur, and his ears gradually became unable to hear clearly. Chu Huan felt that he should be more optimistic, for example, expecting the snake that suddenly ran away was actually going to call people... But given that it could lead them to get lost even if it leads a way, he felt a little delusional.

The monster that suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly had completely stirred his materialistic mind into a mud. Chu Huan himself couldn't tell whether he was still sober. Only the little bald man dared not leave the ground to nest in his arms.

Suddenly, the little bald man stretched his neck and seemed to see something. Chu Huan vaguely heard him calling "Bad" in waves of tinnitus, and then he noticed the voices from far to near.

Chu Huan narrowed his eyes and tried hard to distinguish Nanshan, Xiaofang and his little bald father from his confused vision.

The little snake wrapped around Nanshan's arm and really went to find someone - this evil beast actually took some care of it after cheating his father ten thousand times.

Several men from the Liyi tribe immediately surrounded him, and Chu Huan could no longer hear what he said. He used his last little effort to hand the little bald head to his baby's father from the moment he was.

When he instinctively went to find Nanshan, he found that Nanshan had grabbed his left hand at some point - his left hand was completely unconscious.
Chapter completed!