Live Wilderness Adventure

Chapter 725 Let them go

The charcoal burns quietly, sparks radiate from the red-yellow flame, it is as warm as a fire!

Bi Fang on the heated kang was covered with musk ox hide, his forehead was slightly sweating, and his back was dripping with sweat. Every pore was as painful as a needle prick, like a light on his back!

Ho ha!

Bi Fang woke up suddenly, his back was soaked with sweat, he subconsciously reached out to grab the wooden spear leaning against the wall, and only after he grabbed it did he realize that he was still in the wooden house and nothing had happened.

Strange, had a nightmare?

Bi Fang was puzzled, but it didn't have any effect on the nightmare. He reached out to touch the kang, and the temperature wasn't that high. It was the same as the previous nights. Why did he sweat so much today?

Have a fever?

Bi Fang reached out to touch his forehead, but he didn't find out why. The dog next to him was sticking out his tongue. Those who didn't know it thought it was a dead dog, and didn't respond at all.

Just when Bi Fang thought that everything was an illusion, maybe it was the first time he had stayed in the wilderness for such a long time and subconsciously felt unwell, a slight rubbing sound sounded from outside the wooden house.

Bi Fang was startled, the knuckles of the hand holding the spear bulged, and the green snake swam away.

There is something outside the door!

Zheng Fahua is a student, and a mature college student. He studied well in middle school, and went to a well-behaved high school. He also studied well in high school, and went to a well-behaved university.

The difference is that Zheng Fahua listened to the elders in his family who never went to college, and regarded college as a relaxing place. He skipped classes every three days, played games and read novels in the dormitory. The bad score on the test paper is regrettable, grabbing the textbook and studying hard all night.

But even so, Zheng Fahua did not let go of his hobby - watching live broadcasts.

Zheng Fahua was holding the book, and the game fan on the table was whistling. It sounded like a torrential rain was falling outside the window. What was placed in the center of the screen was not a young lady, but a game live broadcast in progress.

As soon as the anchor on the screen got into the soul and successfully played GG, just as Zheng Fahua exclaimed that this is a good dish, and that he should use the law of Luo Bifa to Q the opponent here, a pop-up window popped up with exciting, not to be missed.

Fangshen's live broadcast? What are you doing? It's stuck again?

Zheng Fahua is not only a game fan, but also a wilderness survival fan.

Ever since he heard the titles of Number One in the Jungle, The Man at the Top of the Food Chain, and God of Hunting from his friends for the first time, he thought it was a famous game streamer, so he searched for it.

Zheng Fahua was completely attracted by Survival in the Wilderness. He left the shark and turned to the embrace of Langya. He just saw Bi Fang downloading the broadcast at noon. According to the time difference, it must be night when he wakes up, right?

Maybe it was an accident?

Zheng Fahua lifted his foot and kicked the upper bunk: Brother, wake up, get up and see that Fang Shen is pretending!

The roommate on the upper bunk was the culprit who dragged him into the pit.

Huh? Fangshen? What Fangshen, have you had dinner yet?

The roommate who was taking a nap was a little dazed, and reached out to caress the phone under the pillow, and suddenly heard Zheng Fahua on the lower bunk exclaimed: Damn it, wolf!

[What a big wolf! 】

The audience in the live broadcast room swarmed in and exclaimed in the same way.

Bi Fang clenched the spear in his hand. Only the weapon in his hand could give him a sense of security. He looked up at the drone, knowing that the live broadcast had started, and lowered his voice.

A few days ago, no animals came to harass my door, so I relaxed my vigilance, but I didn't expect that a big one came as soon as it came.

Yes, there are more than twenty arctic wolves, can they be small?

Ordinary people would be scared to death when they woke up and saw their cabin surrounded by wolves. Fortunately, Bi Fang was not an ordinary person, and he was able to hold his breath.

Bi Fang finally understood why he was sleeping soundly and suddenly sweated crazily, like a light on his back.

Beast Intuitive!

This open talent plays a role like it is against the sky!

Through the observation port on Bifang’s wooden wall, the audience can clearly see the wolves in front of them. There are nine arctic wolves on the side of the observation port alone, and wolves can be seen from time to time in other directions.

Each of these arctic wolves is as big as Alaska, but they are far less honest than Alaska. Whether it is the fangs in the wolf's snout or the gnarled limbs, all of them show that these guys are out-and-out hunting machines .

What they fight in the wilderness are huge musk oxen and groups of reindeer!

Arctic wolves are not petite forest wolves.

Few creatures can survive in the environment of the Arctic. Polar bears and arctic foxes are well known to ordinary people. They rely on their natural advantages to survive in the Arctic like ducks in water.

The arctic wolves are different. They mainly rely on their tenacious will and amazing wisdom to win their place in the arctic.

[What to do, what to do, they are digging holes, are they eating Lao Fang's prey! 】

[Crap, can this be tolerated? 】

【Crush them! 】

【Don't be so impulsive】

[By the way, the dogs are sleeping so dead? 】

Seeing the bullet screen, Bi Fang couldn't help but glanced at the dog egg who was still sticking out his tongue. It has to be said that domesticated dogs lost their wildness after all, and they are good at pulling sleds, but when they fight, the six dogs can't fight anymore. How can not become six wolves.

Bi Fang quietly put his spear against the wooden door, and then went to several other directions to check through the observation hole, trying to figure out the number of wolves.

The more you watch, the colder the audience's heart will be.

At least twenty!

[My God, isn't this too much? Twenty? 】

[Why are there still cubs? 】

The environment in the Arctic is too harsh, so the Arctic wolves will gather in larger numbers to form a sufficient advantage and report to the group for warmth, so the wolves here are not seven wolves, but at least double-digit, larger families , even with 20 to 30 members.

Bi Fang stared at it for a while, holding the spear, hesitating, he didn't know whether he should go out and drive the big wolf pack away.

If some small family came, less than ten, with Bi Fang's current strength, he was sure enough to drive them away, and he could almost avoid injury.

But more than 20 heads doesn't mean that you can't beat it, but it is prone to accidents.

Like being bitten or something, or...

Bi Fang looked down at the dogs who were pretending to be dead. Once they started fighting, they would definitely not be able to sleep. At that time—these six sled dogs would probably hang a few of them.

If you shrink in a wooden house and use the narrow terrain, you can also be invincible, but doing so does not seem to help drive away arctic wolves and keep reindeer and musk oxen.

After all, wolves are not stupid, they can just eat their own food outside, why do they have to go into the house to make trouble?

The arctic wolf should have found us, but the target should not be us, but my prey.

Bi Fang sighed, Forget it, after all, arctic wolves are protected animals, let them go.