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Chapter 1802 The ancient country, Queen's Cerberus 52

Luo Bai was holding a small piece of jerky in his hand. After hearing Cui Chen's words, he did not take back the jerky. Instead, he broke a small piece and threw it down. Before the small jerky that could become a small piece of meat fell on the ground, he was suddenly supported by his legs on the ground, and the whole jumping sand lizard swallowed it into his mouth.

After chewing it for a few times, the sand lizard swallowed the meat.

After that, the sand lizard still stood with two powerful hind legs, tilted its head to look at Luo Bai, which actually felt a bit pleasing.

Cui Chen shouted, and took out a small piece of jerky from his dry food bag, broke it a little and threw it down, completely forgetting what he had said just now.

It was also thanks to this sand lizard. Later, Cui Chen adjusted it first. Cui Chen was originally a pistachio in the team, but now his mood is getting better and he gradually starts to infect others.

At night.

The desert at night is undoubtedly dangerous. What is dangerous is not only the temperature that almost drops to zero, but also the groups of predators and the sand thieves who are looking for traces of traveling merchants in the dark.

Maybe all the good luck was used up when they escaped from Wu Tuo's residence. After experiencing the group of sand thieves, the merchants had just tied their tents in the evening, and the person standing guard on the other end exclaimed:

"Wolf pack!!"

Everyone was shocked.

The torch was quickly lit up and swept to the other end. When they saw more than twenty pairs of light and destructive eyes in the darkness, the merchants' faces changed drastically.

The number of wolves in the desert is very large, as small as a group of people, as large as hundreds. But now this group of more than twenty is not large, but even so, it is still enough for merchants to eat.

The wolf was afraid of fire, and the torch was quickly lit up. The wolf pack kept walking around and did not dare to get close.

Unlike dogs, wolves rarely scream when fighting, but even so, the white wolf teeth under the fire are still intimidating.

The merchants all came out of the tent. They were experienced and had a very tacit understanding. When some people used to drive away the wolves, the other people quickly removed the newly-set tent.

The tent is not small in size and blocks the view. If it is broken into this area by a wolf pack, it will become the best cover for the other party to cover up his body.

"These beasts are here!!"

The wolves are indeed afraid of fire, but the number of torches is limited. The wolves bypassed the dense areas of torches and went to the place where the fire is sparse.

Soon the sound of a short knife being unsheathed, and the men's curses blended with the sound of the wind, and from time to time, several muffled sounds of swords entering the flesh and blood were added.

The caravan team fighting with the wolves did not pay attention. There was a team of people about five hundred meters away from them.

From the appearance alone, this looks like a team of merchants. At this time, they all set up camels, and even deliberately let the camels lie on the ground in order to hide.

The leader of the team was a one-eyed man, who was more than eight feet tall, had a buzz cut and fierce appearance. Next to him was a graceful dancer who covered his face with a tulle to cover most of his beautiful face.

"Boss, who do you think the final winner is?" The dancer leaned on the Nan one-eyed man, as soft as if he was sucked into his bones.

The one-eyed man grinned, and his thick black palm touched the dancer's chest, then he simply did not move it away and placed it there, "The final winner? Is this still necessary to ask, of course..."

He grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth, "We!"

The fisherman gains profit when the snipe and the clam fight.

Now they just need to be the fisherman.
Chapter completed!
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