Damn!
One of the wild overlords of the tropical rainforest—Monroe Crocodile!
Look at this guy, with its deep brown scales, a back like rusted armor, a massive body, almost five ters long.
It crawled out of the jungle swamp on the opposite bank, its dark red eyelids suddenly lifted, glaring, revealing amber pupils.
Reflected in its pupils was the man hanging among the aerial roots of the giant red tree—Liu Zhizhong!
Poor Demon Liu, still hanging there, half-dead, infected all over, and now being targeted by the Monroe Crocodile.
At this point, with his condition, the Monroe Crocodile only needed to pounce, no death roll necessary!
The Monroe Crocodile quietly slid into the water on the other bank, then like a huge piece of driftwood entering the water, only its long head and those terrifying eyes remained visible, slowly swimming towards this bank, towards Liu Zhizhong.
In its eyes, this hanging man was the most beautiful lunch...no, breakfast! It was just past 8 a.m.
The East Pa River here was only forty to fifty ters wide. As the Monroe Crocodile swam, observing its delicious prey, it felt ever more within reach, and its speed increased considerably.
Soon, the giant creature swam across the water surface, sneaking onto the mudflat area, choosing to weave among the boulders while still concealing itself, brilliantly cunning.
This creature truly deserves to be called a super predator of the river marshes!
Just when it was about ten ters away from Liu Zhizhong, a captivating song rang out.
In the subtropical rainforest filled with the cries of lanting birds, this song was unexpectedly high-pitched and abrupt, startling so birds into silence.
Even the Monroe Crocodile turned its head, looking for the source of the sound.
Liu Zhizhong, hanging beneath the aerial roots of the giant red tree, swayed slightly in the breeze, still seemingly unconscious.
At this mont, about a hundred ters away, at a bend in the East Pa River, appeared a nimble little fishing boat.
At the bow of the boat stood a youthful figure, singing loudly.
The beautiful eighteen-year-old girl, Ruan Yu, was using a bamboo pole to steer the wooden boat on either side, spreading erald ripples across the water.
Under her indigo headscarf, a bright youthful face with a complexion unusually fair for the local residents, the kind that doesn't tan.
Her face was fair and rosy, her forehead beaded with sweat. Around her snow-white neck hung a necklace of silver fishbone, making her look like a graceful white egret of the jungle.
At the stern of the small fishing boat stood a strong young man nad Weng Xingban.
Weng Xingban wasn't tall, just about 1.6 ters, even shorter than Ruan Yu by a head!
But he was very strong, his upper body bare, muscled and toned.
His bronze skin glead with a healthy sheen.
Amidst Ruan Yu's fishing song, Weng Xingban's back arched like a crocodile, his arms casting the fishing net into a translucent do, throwing it into the water with a splash of sparkling droplets.
They were childhood friends from the village! After the flood, going out to fish, their catch would surely be abundant.
With the first cast, Weng Xingban almost couldn't pull up the net!
It was precisely this commotion that startled the Monroe Crocodile, causing it to edge closer to Liu Zhizhong, then silently retreat into the river, subrging again...
Ruan Yu happily helped Weng Xingban with the net, pulling it up heavily, filled with fish wildly jumping around, more than enough.
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