Chapter 1785 Beaver's funeral, can't help it

He would take care of the enemy Beaver's food and drink, and then prepare it for him, so that his leader and dozens of other brothers would all come to attend the enemy Beaver's funeral, making his funeral as much fun as possible.

He thought it was the only thing he could do.

"What kind of monster is that monster, brother?" How could it be so powerful! "

Finally, Zhang Baihu couldn't help but ask the most important question in his heart. He didn't think there would be such a ferocious beast in the carefree forest. In the past, he only knew that the forest was unclean and full of all kinds of worms and monsters. Now I understand how ferocious and terrifying those so-called worms are.

At the beginning of cutting down the safe forest, the poisonous beasts did burst out of harm's way, but the insects and beasts were killed by him with a large number of knives.

Only now did he realize that worms and beasts were nothing compared to the kind of beasts they encountered today. They are just completely different from each other below ground and above the sky. Facing Zhang Baihu's question, Ye Chen fell into deep thought and did not answer for a while. After a long time, he slowly raised his head and said seriously: "If my guess is correct, the monster should be a bat tiger. A tiger with bat wings, ferocious!"

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Zhang Baihu couldn't help but sigh, although he didn't know how strong Bat Tiger was yet, but through his personal experience, Ye Chen's narration, and his cautious expression, he was like a formidable enemy. As the owner of World Forest Farm, Zhang Baihu still cannot hide his fear.

“That bat tiger, if it still lives there, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to chop down trees again!”

Zhang Baihu said that there was a complicated feeling in his eyes, which was both lucky and sad. He said that he was very happy because in the past, ferocious tigers did not come out to make trouble. Otherwise, the trees would never be cut down; when it came to sadness, it was Because now this evil beast is out, and I'm afraid it will come out more often in the future, so what's the point of cutting down trees again?

"Senior Brother Zhang, don't worry, I will definitely drive that beast away before I leave here!"

Ye Chen first picked up the tea and drank a cup, then put down the cup, turned to Zhang Baihu, and promised Zhang Baihu, his eyes were firm, which showed that he had made up his mind to get rid of the Bat Tiger instead of talking about it.

"If that's the case, of course it would be better, just."

Zhang Baihu raised his head and caressed Ye Chen's eyes. His eyes were full of anxiety and sighing, and then he continued: "It's just that the bat tiger is too ferocious, if it can't kill it," he said, "It's just that the bat tiger is so ferocious, if it can't kill it," he said Sighed. Brother, you are injured again. The grudge between brothers is seriously injured, and we are. "

"I know what you are worried about, Brother Zhang." Ye Chen interrupted him and said, "You are afraid that if we are injured again and again, Mu Qinghe will get the news and use this attack, we will not be able to resist Mu Zhen. The master's attack, so we will be destroyed by him, right?"

Zhang Baihu nodded heavily and replied: "Okay, I'm worried!" After all, my heart will not die on Mu Qinghe's death, we must be wary of it. Speaking of it, it was already full of sadness, and I was actually worried about it.

"Don't worry, but don't say that Mu Qinghe doesn't know that someone on our side was injured so quickly. Even if he gets the news, he will not attack us, let alone destroy us. I can assure you that this is the best way to get rid of us The only way.”

Ye Chen smiled, his face relaxed, and here he said, he was full of confidence. He then told Zhang Baihu that as long as they continued to cut down trees, they would have Mu Qinghe transport them to Shaxin City so that he could make money. So Mu Qinghe would not be stupid enough to kill Zhang Baihu, but let himself cut off his wealth, and at the same time be unable to complete the task assigned to Jin Yiba.

Zhang Baihu nodded after hearing this, and the worries in his heart were greatly relieved.

When it gets dark, people hang up lights and it's bright both inside and outside the house.

Until then, both of them felt that it was really late and it was time to eat and then rest.

So, the two people went downstairs to see Qiu Jinbao. He was injured and there was no big problem. However, Qiu Jinbeaver's injuries continued to worsen. He was breathing rapidly and had a high fever that might not last long.

In order to wake him up, Zhang Baihu, with Qiu Jinbao's consent, ordered his men to dig ice in the pond outside and let him freeze.

In winter, the sky is cold, but there is no shortage of ice or ice. As long as there is water, there will be ice.

About half an hour later, when the fever of the enemy Beaver had subsided, the man regained consciousness and was no longer talking nonsense. The so-called nonsense, in fact, is just to keep saying, "I was wrong, I shouldn't be wrong." You shouldn't betray. Castle On The River. "

Words are ambiguous, and the listener needs a lot of attention and patience to listen over and over again to understand them clearly.

Qiu Jinbao's injury has been relieved a lot. He is now out of bed, sitting on a square bench with his legs crossed, transporting the head, healing, and speeding up the recovery as soon as possible.

However, when he heard the confession of his enemy Beaver, his heart was confused. It was the pain that caused the confusion, and he was worried.

He looked at his brother in front of him painfully, and his stomach was full of what he wanted to tell him, but he had to endure it because his brother couldn't wake up. He had to keep quiet and give him such a favorable environment. Let's help him through this and see if he can get through it.

If you pass, there may be a glimmer of life. If you don't pass, there is no hope.

Qiu Jinbao lowered his head and saw Beaver lying on a pile of white ice, with the soft and bright light of a candle shining on his stiff face.

As the fever subsided, he began to gain a rare stability. He lay motionless, as if he was asleep, as if he had fainted and said goodbye to this world forever.

However, the calm face, however, was only a superficial phenomenon, not a fact.

Jinbao's eyes moved to Beaver's chest and abdomen, where the flesh was torn and bloody, and his arms hung on both sides of the trunk, as if they did not belong to him at all, and his words could no longer be heard.

The two thighs were in worse condition, the right foot was no longer, and only half of the left leg bone was hanging; although the left leg was much better, the flesh was almost rolled over, and it was also terrible.