I, panda, earn money to support my family!

Just now, the little panda just walked forward without looking back because of the momentum in his heart, but as the road outside Xiongcun became wider and wider, and the vegetation on both sides of the road became deeper and deeper, the little bear The pace on the road also became slower and slower.

"Cuckoo~"

Heiheituanzi, who was already moving slowly, immediately lay down vigilantly on the ground when he heard the strange noise, and hid his little head under the bear's claws as if hiding his ears.

"Don't see me, don't see me."

After waiting for a long time, he found that the black and white dumpling was not dangerous, and raised his round head again, but at this time, not only was there dead branches hanging on his head, but his face was also dirty, making the bear look ashamed.

Panda Tuanzi raised his head and observed the surrounding environment carefully, and found that there was nothing wrong, so he slowly wanted to get up, but because he was too tired from walking just now, his legs were a little weak, so he didn't get up all at once, and fell down again.

"Ah~"

But even if he is a little scared and wants to go back now, but after thinking about everything before, he still feels that Xiongcun doesn't need his existence at all.

Thinking of this, the eyes that were originally crystal clear like crystal grapes became even more moist as if they were about to shed water.

In this way, the panda, who at first glance has no ability to survive alone, embarked on a journey of wandering outside.

The scene in the dream suddenly and quickly forwarded. The panda, who was not very round in Xiong Village, was entertained with delicious food and three meals a day.

The black and white fluffy dumpling had long since disappeared from the sluggishness that had just left Xiongcun, and he was busy eating while holding it in his arms.

No matter who sees this picture, they must feel that this panda is very satisfied with the current environment, and that he lives very happily.

But Xiong Zhumao was not like this in his dream as the bearer, but full of anxiety, because he thought that this was all hypocrisy, and what happened next was a memory he least wanted to recall in the past few thousand years , but he could only follow his dreams uncontrollably.

Jinyinteng had just rested for a while, but saw the panda beside her, which was already in a ball, hugged herself more firmly, and she even saw that the pair of small black ears seemed to be trembling.

She felt that it must be an illusion. It seemed that she hadn't kept out the wind, and she was really incompetent for what she did.

She stretched out her branches again to surround the whole tent firmly, and pulled the bed sheet for Xiong Zhumao.

"咻~咻~"

A series of sharp and ethereal voices sounded in a hurry. After this special sound sounded in the originally quiet environment, there were sporadic noises suddenly.

"Everyone on alert!"

First, Lang Haobin's serious and cold voice resounded in the dark night, not abrupt, but reassuring.

The gold and silver vine didn't know what happened, so it pulled out its own branch and looked out.

It was found that the people outside were in a hurry as if they were gathering, and of course there were more demon spirits lying scattered on the ground.

The golden and silver vine stretched out its branches, a little hesitant, not sure whether to wake up Xiong Zhumao on the ground.

The green and slender branches circled around Xiong Zhumao several times hesitantly, but in the end they still didn't drop to wake up the black and white dumpling.

But she was a little surprised, why the director is hot for a while, and cold for a while, seeing that his forehead is full of sweat, and even the fur on his body is almost wet, should she open the screen first and start fanning the director? Woolen cloth?

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No trees!Not even on the roof!Where is it hiding?

His eyes quickly searched around, but he still didn't see those scary red eyes.

Lang Haobin held a special bone whistle in his hand and used the sound to drive away the bitter birds.

But the stuffy environment around him also made him uncomfortable, he still whistled non-stop, and explored the surrounding environment with his brows furrowed.

Accompanied by the sound of the bone whistle, more and more team members woke up from their sleep, and then climbed out of the tent to assemble.

Lang Haobin felt that the light waves that made the demon spirit uncomfortable around him disappeared, and he also began to check the status of the team members.

"Are you looking for trouble on purpose? I'm afraid of you! Do you want to fight!"

"Who touched you, are you made of mud, so untouchable!"

Lang Haobin was trying his best to suppress his emotions, but when he saw the members of the first team arguing with their team members over some trivial matters, he had been pretending to be calm, but he couldn't control his temper.

"Everyone stand up, now start to stand where you are and calm down, calm down!"

This sharp warning sounded like Lang Haobin's cultivation, and there was a sudden silence.

The person who was startled and sluggish in the nightmare also began to cheer up his spirit.

"Have you calmed down?" Lang Haobin quickly checked the people present, but the more he looked at the number, it seemed that something was wrong: "Look at the players around, who else hasn't come!"

But after waiting for a long time, no one in the crowd said that there were fewer players.

"Stand here and digest your emotions just now!"

Lang Haobin looked at the team members standing there and suddenly remembered who was missing, and then rushed to Xiong Zhumao's tent: "Senior Xiong! Director! Are you awake?"

Seeing him running towards Xiong Zhumao's tent, Xiong Hei hurriedly followed him to check the situation.

Lang Haobin just yelled a few times but got no response from Xiong Zhumao, and hurriedly wanted to open the tent to investigate, but was blocked by the sticking out branches.

Seeing the vine, he entered into a state of alert in a conditional reaction and wanted to attack, only then did he realize that the vine had already been subdued.

"How is Director Xiong doing now?"

When Jinyinteng heard such a question, he felt that this person was really strange. Of course, he slept soundly in the tent, what else could he do?

She Ye Zi: "Swish, swish" sound, but the door is getting tighter and tighter. She will guard the sleeping director, and the director still needs to rest!

Lang Haobin was shocked when he heard that he was still sleeping. If he is still sleeping, something must have happened.

"Let's go in! Director Xiong must have encountered some problems."

Jinyinteng looked at the boy in front of him with a tense expression and didn't seem to be lying, so he moved his branch a little guilty, and stalemate for a while.

"Get out of the way, if it weren't for the fact that you are a psychic little plant brought by Brother Xiong, I would have started to be rude to you a long time ago."

At this time, Jinyinteng also felt that the surrounding environment was so noisy, and Xiong Zhumao had been sleeping peacefully like this, something was really wrong.

Lang Haobin took advantage of the hesitation of the rattan, pulled the rattan in front of him, and saw the black and white ball nestling there but not sleeping soundly.

"Principal! Wake up."

"Brother Xiong, what's the matter, wake up quickly."

In the dream, Xiong Zhumao saw that ferocious monster walking towards him again, holding a blade with a cold light in its hand, and then the blade touched his inadvertently thick bear paw.

And the scars on it have become criss-crossed, and even the thick fur can't cover it.

"Hey~"

With the throbbing sounds in the panda's dream, the solid panda on the ground looked more and more pitiful and cute.

It sounded like it was about to cry.

"Senior Xiong, wake up!"

"Baby~"

With that cry, the panda who didn't know what kind of nightmare finally woke up from his dream.

When he woke up, there was still a tear falling from the corner of his eye, which made the hearts of those who saw it feel even more loving.

If Lang Haobin hadn't had strong self-control, now he would have stepped forward to hug the panda dumpling to calm the panda's panic.

"Director Xiong, are you okay?"

The panda sat there blankly, as if he hadn't fully woken up from his sleep.

Although the reaction was a bit slow, his nodding speed was relatively fast.

The little panda stretched out its short front paws and tidied up the hair on its face.

Although a little out of place, the little round panda stretched out its palm to cover its face, making it even more small and soft.

"I'm fine." After reacting, Xiong Zhumao quickly transformed into a human form. At this time, it was even more obvious that his face was pale, and he was still in a daze when he sat there and recalled the things in the dream.

It's hard to believe he's okay with the way he looks.

Xiong Zhumao once again thought of the memories he least wanted to remember that had been sealed in the depths of his memory. So this is the ability of the bitter bird.