Pretend To Be a Boss

  Chapter 95 Pure hearted asceticism

  The laterite forest crisis is lurking.

  What Zhong Xiuran didn't expect was that in the red earth forest, he encountered a creature that only exists in the Bone Mountain Range, the golden flamingo.

  This perfect bird is extremely troublesome to deal with.

  His four team members are fighting hard, Zhong Xiuran yawns, with a sleepy posture.

  It was already late at night. It was a good thing for a golden flamingo to appear at this time, but it was really difficult to deal with.

   "Soldiers are responsible for luring the enemy and leading this stupid bird to the trap area." Zhong Xiuran gave orders.

   "Are those traps effective for birds?" The assassin on the team was not so sure.

  But Zhong Xiuran didn't answer either, and he didn't ask again.

   Except for the warriors holding shields and hammers, they were still within the attack range of the golden flamingos.

  The rest of the people began to retreat slowly.

   The hunting of perfect creatures is not easy. The doctors in the team found that, except for Zhong Xiuran, who didn't participate in the battle, the rest of them were a little bit lucky.

   It seemed to be a scene of anti-hunting. The golden flamingo became more and more courageous as it fought, screaming excitedly, and its golden feathers kept cutting towards the soldiers in the team like sharp knives.

   "Speed ​​up a little, the warrior won't last long."

   There are only a handful of people who can deal with perfection-level creatures alone.

  Everyone nodded, and retreated warily.

  The golden flamingo's offensive became more and more fierce.

  Zhong Xiuran ordered:

   "Soldiers also retreat, hurry up!"

   After hearing the order, the soldier breathed a sigh of relief. His shield was full of scratches, if he didn't retreat again, the terrifying strength of the golden flamingo would crush him.

   Encountering a perfect creature from the Bone Mountains, Zhong Xiuran's team began to flee in embarrassment.

  Where is the golden flamingo willing to let go of its prey?

  It was originally the overlord of the air, but the trees here are too dense, making it start to run on land.

   Rao can't fly, and its speed is faster than humans.

  When he was about to be overtaken, Zhong Xiuran stopped.

   When the flamingo's sharp beak was about to penetrate him, he laughed.

  Suddenly, countless spikes and vines appeared on the ground.

  Like a shrinking stomach, these vines, spikes, and sandstone instantly turned into a net to envelop the golden flamingo.

  The golden flamingo's body could not move, only the long bird's neck was shaking constantly, and there was a wail from the bird's beak.

   Both the assassin and the warrior showed their weapons and cut off the bird's head in an instant.

   The battle is over.

   Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Zhong Xiuran was still a little scared.

   It is impossible to make highly automated traps in mining areas. But Zhong Xiuran's ability is to drive some of the environment around him.

  Soil, vines, water flow, these things can be driven by ideas.

   During the day, he worked on the traps all afternoon, and this area is all the traps he set up. Taking defense as offense is Zhong Xiuran's hunting strategy.

   "It's too dangerous. There are only perfect creatures on the periphery. It's different from the red soil forest we know. We won't go deep."

   Zhong Xiuran said.

  Doctor said:

   "But in this way, our points will be much behind other families and teams."

  Zhong Xiuran didn't care, and said:

   "Let's fall behind. No matter how hard we try, we can't compare with the top three, but on the contrary, they will need our help. According to the current situation, the top three teams will also be kicked out."

  Seeing that the team members didn't quite understand, Zhong Xiuran explained again:

   "This place is full of traps. If you want to survive here, you must please us. And this is the most suitable place to station. There will inevitably be many hunter teams passing by, and maybe the top three will pass by."

   "We just need to collect protection fees. There is a saying that people all over China, if everyone gives you a piece of mine, you can become a billionaire in an instant. This principle is the same in mining areas."

   Everyone was silent.

   Everyone heard that the young master of the Zhong family was lazy to the bone, but he didn't expect to be so lazy.

  Zhong Xiuran sent someone to take out the golden flamingo's soul crystal.

  He looked at the dead golden flamingo.

   Thinking about why this kind of creature appeared in the red soil forest, thoughtful.

  …

  …

  Qin Qian was the only woman in Qin Qian's team. Although she was the captain, Qin Qian did not appear overbearing.

  She is called the Queen of Demons only because she ranks first in strength among female hunters.

   It's not really a queen's attitude.

  On the contrary, most of the time she looks very pitiful, delicate and caring for the team members.

   Several big men didn't have any objections.

  Qin Qian's team is relatively deep into the laterite forest area.

  A while ago Bastion Thirty-Nine announced a new hunter spray. It is a kind of perfume, which was made by Dr. Shang Lu of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and it was purified from red thread grass.

  The creatures in the mining area will repel this smell very much, so they no longer get close to humans.

  This kind of spray is also considered to be an invention that is beneficial to all mankind, but no one uses it in the hunting event. The team that came here, of course, hoped to encounter as many creatures in the mining area as possible.

  Qin Qian ordered all the team members to spray spray.

  The team members were a little confused. They did not encounter creatures in the mining area along the way, but they encountered many hunters.

  The dead hunter.

  Qin Qian was squatting next to the corpse of a certain hunter.

   "Sister Qian...it's night, when prey are active, why should we avoid these animals?"

  Qin Qian shook his head and said:

   "How many hunter corpses did we encounter along the way?"

   "Twelve if I remember correctly," replied the eye in the line.

  Qin Qian nodded and said:

   "Judging from the costumes, they should be members of the two teams. The cause of death is basically the same. There is a blood hole on the forehead, or the body is torn apart."

   Eyes thought for a while, and said:

   "Sister Qian, do you suspect... this is not made by creatures in the mining area?"

"Yes, the torn body is like a broken stone carving. It should be frozen rapidly. There are no such creatures in the red soil forest, and there are very few in the north. The blood hole on the forehead is even less likely to be the work of creatures in the mining area. This should be caused by some kind of firearm." Qin Qian said.

   "Where's the bullet?" asked the soldier in the team.

   Eyes also wonder:

   "The power of firearms is certainly powerful, but this is a mining area. Hunters who can be selected into the hunting event, how can ordinary firearms be able to..."

   "There is no bullet, which means that there is still power left after the bullet penetrates the head."

  Qin Qian closed his eyes, thinking about the state of the dozen or so dead bodies before, and began to profile a certain scene.

  The team members stopped talking, and the moonlight became a little gloomy.

  After a long time, Qin Qian shook his head, opened his eyes and said slowly:

   "I hope my guess is wrong. This should be a two-person hunting organization. They may be not far in front of us now."

   "Their hunting priority is human beings, followed by creatures in the mining area. One of them should be equipped with extremely advanced firearms, and their marksmanship is terrifyingly accurate."

   "The other is a mage who can freeze all creatures in sight."

   "Two people? What about their team members?"

   "Don't know."

  Qin Qian said:

   "We have to slow down a little bit, staggering the two hunters who hunt humans, seven days, this is only the first night, we don't need to rush to hunt."

   "Are those two strong? Sister Qian, we have six."

  Qin Qian shook his head and said:

   "Very strong, the one who uses ice is definitely better than me."

  This sentence completely left the team members speechless.

   "Let's find a place to rest first." Qin Qian said.

  …

  …

   For people in the red soil forest, the nights are long.

   Tang Xian was completely unconscious. When he woke up, it was already daylight.

  He was covered with a thin blanket.

   Just sat on the cool chair and slept all night.

   Tang Xian felt comfortable, and it was right not to go to the hunting event.

  With Akas's temper, he might be worried about Li Zheng's safety all night. How can he sleep well?

   There was already a faint rotten smell in his nose, Tang Xian believed that after this night, the prey might not have died much.

   But many hunters died.

  What is the pure hunting skill compared to the historical hunting events?

   Shaking his head, out of trust in Akas, Tang Xian didn't care.

  He took out the meat of a beast from Tang's refrigerator. In the small pond that Dongran dug, he caught a stickleback and prepared to get some food.

  Tang Xiaojiu woke up after smelling it. The idioms and common sense from yesterday were still in his dazed little head.

   Then he started to help Tang Xian as if he was sleepwalking.

   Tang Xian laughed, at least this stupid kid has engraved in his bones the idea of ​​working harder, getting more rewards, and eating more.

   In this half-dream and half-awake state, I was still thinking about food.

  The woods in the south are full of **** smell, while the sea of ​​trees in the north has a strange fragrance.

  Many creatures in the sea of ​​trees have become accustomed to Tang Xian's existence. Outside the fence covered with red thread grass, a bunch of animals are attracted by the aroma of mutton and fish.

  But based on the little nine-tailed fox inside and the previous warnings from the big nine-tailed fox Qing Jiuyu, no creatures approached this house.

   These cats, dogs, tigers, and leopards were all drooling, looking at the cabin.

   But there are still exceptions today.

   While Tang Xian was preparing the food, a guest came to the tree house.

   Dressed in white clothes that are not stained with dust, the arrival of the white man's sound made many animals close to the tree house scatter in an instant.

   "Brother Tang Xian, sister Little White Snake is here."

   After Tang Xiaojiu helped Tang Xian scrape off the fish scales, he was dismissed by Tang Xian and was playing on a swing in the yard.

   Tang Xian was not surprised, he had smelled Bai Mansheng a long time ago.

  He glanced at Bai Mansheng and said:

   "Sit down, there is not enough food prepared, and there are many animals outside. If you can't eat enough with me, go outside and eat by yourself."

  Bai Mansheng had a cold expression, and sat on the cool chair in front of Tang Xian without saying a word.

  Tang Xiaojiu saw that the food was almost ready, so she ran to the cabin in a hurry, moved the small table and stools, and ate in the yard.

   Not long after, a pot of fish soup and a pot of mutton were placed on the table.

   Tang Xian gave Bai Mansheng the bowl and chopsticks.

  Bai Mansheng's expression was a little weird.

  Today I came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, and the mouth of the cannibal is soft. If I eat this, how can I ask the crime?

   Don't eat it... I can't help it.

  The fairy will bark when she is hungry.

  Bai Mansheng wasn't particularly hungry, but he couldn't hold back his appetite.

  Especially if he doesn’t move his chopsticks anymore, the little fox might finish eating by himself in a short time.

  So Bai Mansheng took a bite of the mutton.

  Well, just take a small bite. Just take a taste, just take a small bite, and you can continue to blame Tang Xian for his inhumanity with confidence.

   After taking a bite of mutton, Bai Mansheng unconsciously picked up another chopstick.

   Just take another sip, even if you take another sip... you can still question Tang Xian confidently, right?

  She took another bite, and this time the mutton was a bit bigger than last time.

   After swallowing the second mouthful of mutton, Bai Mansheng looked at Tang Xian and Tang Xiaojiu.

   This gluttonous fox is concentrating on eating, presumably he didn't see himself eating, anyway, he didn't see it, then...then just eat the last bite...

   Yes, it really is the last bite!

  It’s like re-listening to Bai Mansheng’s unsatisfactory novels several times before, and the thought of the last bite also began to cycle through singles.

   The loop ends quickly.

  Because the mutton is finished.

  Tang Xiaojiu sensiblely picked up the bowls and chopsticks and the cleaned pots and basins and went to the small river to wash the dishes.

   Tang Xian said:

   "Is it delicious?"

  Bai Mansheng's expression was a bit complicated, but in the end she returned to her former indifference. She said:

   "Why are those stories only half?"

   "These stories are very precious, and it would be nice to hear half of them."

   "What about the rest?"

   "The rest is a bit troublesome. After all, it is a human thing, and I am not a human. Do you want to hear a story?"

   "Well, I want to hear it."

   "Okay, but you have to pay more, or you won't have enough affection."

   "What is money?"

  Bai Mansheng suddenly remembered something, and asked again:

   "By the way, what are recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, and subscriptions? I often hear some stories, and some people cry and beg for these things. The accent is different from the storyteller."

"Oh, that's the author's message at the end of the chapter. Does the author know? It's a kind of bird that uses recommendation tickets and monthly tickets as auxiliary materials, and subscriptions as raw materials to produce stories. Its sound is similar to that of pigeons." Tang Xian said calmly. Said.

   "Oh, they are very miserable. I think they often ask for leave because they were hit by a car, beaten by readers, or they were sick, or there was a power outage and the Internet was cut off. I don't understand much." Bai Mansheng said.

   "It's actually an excuse that the tickets are not in place. I am familiar with humans. You have to promise me one thing, and I will help you find the rest of the story."

"whats the matter?"

   "After a while, something will happen in the Jopela Plain. You have to promise me that your little snakes will wait and see in peace and not participate in it. And you must listen to me until these things are over."

   "Why should I listen to you?"

   "That's fine, I will withdraw the follow-up of these stories."

"You bastard!"

  Bai Mansheng's eyes widened, why did he not expect Xu Xian to be this kind of person!

   No, Xu Xian can't be so heartless, this must be Tang Xian!

   Tang Xian found this little white snake really interesting. It is more interesting than Dongran and Qiao Shanshan.

   "You have to think about it carefully. It won't be too long to work with me, about a month at most."

   After a pause, Tang Xian said:

   "There are stories to listen to, and lamb to eat."

  Bai Mansheng felt that she had always been ascetic, but when she met this person, she realized that she was not without desires.

   After looking at Tang Xian for a long time, silver teeth said:

   "It must not be something that endangers my snake clan."

   "This is natural."

  Tang Xian went back to the tree house and took out the remaining discs. But these discs are still not the whole story, and he cuts the most exciting part of each book near the end.

  Bai Mansheng took the story and left contentedly.

  (end of this chapter)