Time travel has become a cannon fodder worse than the male second

He hesitated again and again, he couldn't let Mucheng stop hunting.

Maybe I thought too much, it should be fine.

Prepared mentally, he let go of his hand and pretended to be calm.

"It's okay, if I didn't say it, you go, I'll wait for you on the dirt slope over there."

Mucheng looked at him pretending to be brave, and a bit of reluctance to leave came to his mind, which was soon suppressed.

"I'll be right back."

In the next second, Mucheng turned into a giant wolf again, and quickly ran into the distance.

Qin Yi bit his lower lip, did Mucheng leave before he could speak?

Originally, I wanted to say that I was still a little scared, and I wanted to ask Mucheng if he could hug him again to enhance the smell.

But I couldn't speak anymore.

This stinky man didn't know how to send himself to the side of the slope before leaving. He deserved to be the second male.

As Qin Yi thought about it, it seemed to divert his attention.Unexpectedly, the forest was still gloomy and cold during the day, so he shivered and climbed up the dirt slope little by little.

His remaining self-esteem does not allow him to do this, after all

Well, nothing should happen.

There was still silence all around, Qin Yi felt that his thoughts just now were a bit unfounded, it seemed that there was no danger at all.

Feeling a little hungry, Qin Yi stood on the ground bored.This slope is a bit abrupt, the soil is compact, and the color is yellow-brown.

But it's strange that even some small bugs can't be seen on it.

Qin Yi waited so drowsily that he didn't know how long the time had passed.

Suddenly, in the silent air, there was a rustling sound.

Qin Yi woke up instantly, and he had a very strong premonition that something was approaching.

This is definitely not the sound of the wind, it sounds a bit like the sound of falling grass blades.

Qin Yi swallowed.

It can't be so miserable, what are you afraid of?

Sure enough, the world set by Chrysanthemum Blooming is really terrifying, and this garbage author is a real devil.

But now is the time to think about how to respond.

Qin Yi ran as fast as he could, and flew down the small slope, but the voice behind him became louder and louder, obviously he had noticed his movement and was chasing after him.

Seeing that it was obvious that he couldn't hide, Qin Yi took a thick wooden stick from a low bush and held it in his hand to strengthen his courage.

He turned his head in horror.

Then I understood why females cannot come alone in this forest, and also understood that cannon fodder is cannon fodder.

In front of him was a giant snake with blood-red eyes, and bloodthirsty murderous intent in the eyes, swimming fast.

Qin Yi exhaled lightly, realizing that the wooden stick in his hand had no effect on it.

The head of the snake is in the shape of an inverted triangle, obviously poisonous, but it is as big as an anaconda.

What kind of mess is this world, and what kind of monster is this snake.Obviously there don't seem to be any animals around here, but it can be eaten to such a large size, it's too much!

But in this world full of bugs and malice, he doesn't even have the most basic ability to protect himself.

When will that damned Mucheng come back? His wife is going to die, does he even know?

Wuwuwu, I knew that even if the two of them were hungry, they would keep it.

Looking at the huge monster that had already arrived in front of him, the scales of the giant snake gleamed coquettishly, Qin Yi even felt the revolving door, looking back on this bleak and bizarre life in the colorful shadows.

My chance to meet Ding Wenlu hasn't been used up yet, and I don't know if he can guess that he has unfortunately died, and whether he will be sad.

What about Mucheng?

Will he be half sad?

But Qin Yi actually knew very well in his heart that this man never belonged to him.

Bah, I didn't want him to belong to me.

But why do you still think of him at the last moment of your life?

Qin Yi closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and said two silent words: "Mucheng..."