Mage Joan

After Joan finished washing, the sun had risen to the top of the tree, and it looked almost like seven or eight o'clock from the sky. Gray picked up the big tree that had been slapped yesterday and strode away from the cave.

Joan fell behind and didn't move, secretly praying that Grey would just forget him. Unfortunately, Gray stopped after two steps, turned back to wave at him, and snarled in his mouth, beckoning him to keep up with his footsteps.

Joan had no choice but to pick up his suitcase and follow.

Gray led the way, leading Joan through the vine-grown path, and left the island following yesterday's way. The next road was difficult to go. Joan was not as tall as Gray, and he was very difficult to walk in the mud, and he fell into the bottomless quagmire without paying attention. Initially, Gray always turned back in time to drag him out of the quagmire. Later, it seemed a little annoying. He simply grabbed Joan and put his backhand on his shoulder.

Gray's shoulders were strong and wide, and the two adults sat well side by side. Joan adjusted his sitting slightly, freeing his left arm to embrace Gray's thick neck so that he would not fall off his shoulder.

Grey settled on Joan and flicked off at full speed. Qiao An sat steadily on his shoulder, and felt like sitting on a speeding carriage, which was generally stable. The morning breeze blew head-on, with a damp grassy breath, making him feel energized, and his mood was not as low as before.

Gray seemed to run aimlessly in the swamp, but Joan soon realized that he would sometimes slow down to observe the looming traces on the wetland, guessing that it was searching for prey in a unique way.

After walking for more than half an hour like this, Gray suddenly stopped and hugged Joan with his backhand, placed him on a relatively dry ground nearby, freed his hands to hold the tree trunk, and walked carefully towards the quagmire. Waving, the thick trunk hit the mud, and there was a splash of mud, mixed with dying wailing.

Gray threw away the broken tree trunk, his long arm groped into the mud for a few seconds, and then a strong crocodile dragged out. Grabbing the crocodile's tail with one hand, shaking it up in the air, and realizing that the crocodile was still twitching slightly, he punched his milky jaw with a left fist.

One punch, two punches, three punches! The bang, bang, slamming mumble clearly passed into Joan's ears, not numb the scalp. I thought that if I got a punch with Gray, I was afraid that my brain would burst on the spot.

The unlucky crocodile verified Joan's conjecture. After finishing three punches, Gray raised the crocodile and shook it to verify that it was dead.

There is no doubt that the crocodile has been cut off, the broken teeth mixed with blood have been successively shed from the mouth, and the turbid gray brain gurgling along the nostrils and ear holes.

Gray grinned with satisfaction, lifted the crocodile with one hand and flicked it back, laid it on his shoulder like a sack, and strode toward Joan.

"Gray!" Joan suddenly changed his face, shouting loudly: "Beware behind you!"

The gray giant looked back in surprise, glancing back and forth with six eyes, and soon noticed the strange ripples in the quagmire. It seemed that a slender canoe was sliding under the water. As he leaned over to observe the dynamics in the water, the mud suddenly splashed up, and a large piece of thick silt could not prevent it from covering his face, and his vision was suddenly blocked.

Gray was frightened and angry, growling and cursing "Moge", freeing the mud on his face with his left hand. At this time, a huge snake skull hung up in the quagmire, and the scarlet letter was swallowed in the mouth. The snake body also immediately surfaced. The torso covered with blue scales had a diameter of more than one foot, and only the body exposed above the water surface was enough. It is fifteen feet long.

Joan had never seen such a huge and gigantic manic, and could not help but squeeze cold sweat for Gray.

The python's abdomen slid quickly against the mud, swinging his slender body around Gray's legs, trying to drag the gray giant into the deep water to drown. Grey hadn't cleaned up the mud that covered his eyes at this time. He noticed in a blur that the python was holding himself tightly, and immediately snarled angrily, throwing away the dead crocodile in his hand, and freeing his hands to tear the python.

The python is so powerful that it can easily crush the bones of an adult bison. However, Gray's strength was greater than it. The moment his arms were working, the developed muscle groups under the silver-gray skin expanded rapidly, and the pieces were rock-solid and tough as steel, and the python was ripped from his body.

The python noticed that it was unable to defeat the fierce prey in the confrontation of power, and raised its head in exasperation, exposing two teams of hooked fangs, trying to bite Gray's throat.

From the moment Grey and Python began their desperate fight, Joan instinctively ran towards the war zone. Seeing that Python was about to bite Gray's throat, he made a casting gesture without thinking, and spit out a short and powerful spell.

"Ringa!"

A icy blue ray of cold air radiated from Joan's fingertips, grabbing the hissing snake letter before the python finished its bite. The tongue of this slender fork is probably the most sensitive and delicate organ in the python, and it was attacked by the "frozen rays", which immediately made the python feel the tingling and cold that had never been experienced, and closed its mouth in a hurry. No longer dare to expose the vulnerable tongue to the enemy.

Gray escaped. While the python was attracted to Joan, he wiped off the mud on his face, his eyes were reddened with rage, his arms stretched to stretch the flexible body of the python, and finally got rid of the shackles.

At this time, the python had realized the opportunity to hunt the gray giant, and decisively gave up the struggle, as a silky satin blended into the mud, and disappeared from the eyes of Gray and Joan in a blink of an eye, with only a wave facing the water. Spreading in the distance indicates that the cunning python is quickly escaping.

Grey didn't want to let his enemies go so easily, thumped his chest in the direction of the python's escape, shouted "Moge", and then took a big step to catch up.

Joan ran a few steps behind Gray, but the difference in size between the two sides was helpless. He couldn't keep up with Gray's footsteps. Seeing its back quickly went away, he quickly called out, trying to calm down Gray and calm down. There was no need to chase down. That python. Gray was in a rage at this time, ignoring his advice at all, still striding forward and chasing after him.

Joan paused in disappointment, holding a beech tree to pant violently, and it took a while to pant. Calm down and think carefully, suddenly realized a problem:

"Why should I run with Gray?"

"Now is not a good opportunity to get rid of it!"

Joanne admits that Gray is very friendly to himself, but Gray's friendship is too domineering, and even deprives him of his freedom. Joanne doesn't hate this simple-minded friend, but he is more eager to return to his home and return to his original life than being forced to accompany Gray in the mud.

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