Weir woke up early in the morning and planned to find the mobile sandbag yesterday and continue to exercise his armed and domineering spirit.

After washing up, Weir had a hearty breakfast and went to Black Iron Rock Island.

When I came to the place where I beat the platypus yesterday, I found that the guy was still here. I really don’t have a memory. Did he forget that he had just been ravaged by Vir yesterday for a day?

Without saying a word, he rushed over and started fighting with the platypus.

After a while, Weir discovered that the guy in front of him was particularly cooperative. He often ran away when he fought with Weir yesterday, but at Weir's speed, it was obviously impossible to succeed, but today it was different and he had no intention of escaping at all.

Just as Vill was puzzled, there were a large rustling sound coming from all around, as if many creatures were passing through the shrubs and approaching their own direction.

Weir suddenly felt something was wrong. When he looked at the platypus, he did not attack him while observing the surroundings, but looked at him in place.

It felt strange. Weir, who was about to retreat, found that it was too late and he was surrounded.

Surrounding oneself is a large group of platypus, densely packed, at least hundreds.

Weir felt numb and never felt bad as he was now. Even though he was surrounded on Tutu Island last time, he did not have the crisis today, because the last time he surrounded him was a group of mobs.

But now the situation is different. Each of these platypus around has the ability to seriously injure or kill themselves. The main reason is that they will die.

I no longer consider the domineering practice, I directly drew out my two swords, turned on the 'thunder and lightning mode', and rushed towards these platypus. Now the only hope of survival is to break through.

He came to the front of the platypus and slashed it on its back with a sword. The sword just cut into the exoskeleton of the platypus, which did not cause much damage to it. Weir felt even more unpleasant.

There is no longer the idea of ​​breaking out a bloody path. He kicked the platypus away and ran forward.

But one person was kicked away, and several people immediately surrounded him, trying to force Vir back to the encirclement.

Weir knew that if he was forced to retreat, he would be finished, so he rushed forward with a tough bullet.

But at this moment, a bloody mouth bit Ville's waist. Ville tried his best to avoid it, but it was too late.

Weir, who was quick to learn, blocked his two swords respectively.

With a tingling sound, Vier heard the sound of swords colliding, followed by a severe pain and a strong squeezing feeling, as if he wanted to squeeze Vier into two sections of force.

A platypus bit Ville firmly around Ville's waist. If it weren't for two swords blocking him, Ville would have been broken into two pieces at this time.

The severe pain did not stop Weir. Years of combat experience made Weir understand that if he stopped now, he would be dead today.

Dragging the platypus biting him, he desperately charged out of the encirclement.

Weir actually rushed out miraculously, but felt that the tearing force between his waist was stronger. He looked down and saw that the other platypus could not easily attack Weir because of the blocking of the platypus hanging on his body, so he bit the platypus, trying to increase the weight so that Weir could not escape, and the platypus was already dying.

What a cruel and intelligent beast this is. Not to mention today's ambush, it depends on the current performance. It is not something that ordinary group animals can do. They sacrifice their kind just to kill the invaders!

Vir was running, and used his two swords to open the bloody mouth around his waist. This platypus was about to die, so his bite force was much smaller.

Weir finally completely got rid of the platypus and looked at his injuries.

The waist is full of large holes bitten by sharp teeth, each of which is as thick as a thumb, and some are even more serious. The original color of the pants is no longer visible, and it has turned red.

Unlocking the bandage on my hand, this morning, was wrapped around it in order to facilitate fighting with my fists and protect my hands. I didn't expect it to become my only hope for life.

Wrap a few bandages around your waist, and the bleeding-resistance effect is very average, but it is much better than before.

You have to return to the boat, or you will kill yourself if you just bleed.

But after taking two steps, Weir felt dizzy and realized that the route of escape was covered with blood. He had not fainted yet, and he had already used the "Thunder Sprig" technique for many years to exercise.

Although Weir had already insisted on it, his body had reached the limit of his tolerance, but he really couldn't fall down now. If he fell down, the platypus behind him would catch up with Weir along the bloodstains. There was no need to say much about the result at that time.

Slowly, Weir felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, and he vaguely felt something coming by himself. His final consciousness was that, after all, Weir died on such a deserted island. He was really unwilling to accept it, and then he fell into darkness and completely lost consciousness.

After a while, Weir felt cold all over, and his throat was so dry that he could hardly speak. Then there was a severe pain in his waist and abdomen. The severe pain did not cause Weir to have too many emotional fluctuations. What surprised Weir the most was that he was still alive. Although he was in a bad state now, he was still alive, which was enough.

Weir slowly stood up and looked around.

This should be a tree hole, and it is not small. You can lie flat on yourself. Then you slowly climb to the entrance of the tree hole. Weir found that he was actually in mid-air, very high from the ground.

Weir was even more confused. What was going on? Could it be that those platypus regarded themselves as saving food? But the treatment was not the same.

Just when Vir was puzzled, he made a climbing sound below the tree.

Sitting and waiting for death has never been a style of Weir. Although his combat power is almost negative now, he still stretched his head and looked down.

What caught my eye was a familiar body, which was the rabbit he met yesterday.

Everything was explained. It seemed that after Weir fell into a coma, the rabbit with super high IQ saved Weir and then sent Weir to the tree hole.

Weir felt moved. The rabbit who had only met once and was punched by him actually saved his life.

After the rabbit climbed up the tree, he looked at Weir and nodded to Weir.

It seems that it is also very happy to find out that Vill is not dead.

The rabbit held two bright red fruits in his hand and handed them to Weir, meaning to give them to Weir.

Weir took the fruit and took a bite without thinking. As for whether it was poisonous or not, Weir didn't care.

Not to mention where this fruit comes from, just the rabbit saves his life, Vir definitely believes in this rabbit, and at the same time, he believes that with its almost human wisdom, it will not be able to tell whether it is poisonous or not.

After eating two fruits, Weir felt much better, and his throat was no longer thirsty and could not speak.

"Rabbit, can you take me under the tree? Can you understand what I said?" Weir asked tentatively.

Unfortunately, although rabbits are smart, they have never heard of human language and do not understand what Weir means.

After Vier's gestures and actions, he finally drew a few simple patterns. The rabbit finally understood that Vier was going to return to his ship.

The rabbit, which was only one meter tall in front of me, was really strong, and actually carried Vier.

This made Weir feel very painful because he happened to touch the wound, but Weir did not make any sound. He did not move except for the pain in his face.

The rabbit ran very fast, and soon arrived in front of the ship in Vir.

Weir signaled the rabbit to get on the boat. After thinking for a while, the rabbit jumped onto the 'big wood' that he had never seen before.

After getting on board, Weir barely stood up, started the boat first, then went to the bedroom, and began to deal with his wounds.

Weir suddenly thought, he was so unlucky recently, why did he always get seriously injured? He hasn't arrived in a month, and he was almost dead when he was seriously injured twice.

Applying medicine, suture, bandaging, and doing it in one go, Weir was speechless. Practice makes perfect.

Looking at the rabbit looking around in front of you, Weir laughed, slowly stood up, came to the food storage warehouse, and found a huge carrot inside.

This carrot was bought by Weier on Tutu Island. It is said to be a specialty of a small island. Weier has also tasted it. It tastes sweet and tastes crispy.

Hand the carrot to the rabbit and signal it to take a bite.

The rabbit first picked up the carrot and sniffed it. It was probably because he had never seen it before. He tasted it and then was stunned.

Just when Weir was worried that the other party would not be able to eat carrots.

The rabbit showed his might, hugged the carrot tightly, and started to eat it in big mouthfuls. It was extremely fast. While eating, it made a humming sound on its nose, with a look of enjoyment on its face.

Seeing the rabbit's reaction, Weir laughed, took out several huge carrots, and then familiarized himself with the various rooms on the boat with the rabbit who had been eating wildly, and then returned to the bedroom and slowly lay down.

Weir was so tired and needed rest, so he fell asleep in a daze as soon as he lay down.
Chapter completed!