Fang Zhu repaired the last dragon hunter, but he didn't have many of this thing in total. He threw down six of them in the Snow Stone Fort. He thought about it at that time, but now he felt a little heartbroken and crying. It was precisely because of the loss that the remaining part seemed extremely precious. He carefully checked it inside and out several times.

Putting down the structure in his hand, he raised his head and looked at the heavy earth under the night. In his view was a low and rolling hill - which was part of the southward extension of the Ash Tree Ridge.

They had passed this hill when they attacked Gula, covered with snow and rolling forests from above the clouds, like folds on an old letter paper, and dotted on it was a stark cedar forest.

Tianlan was grabbing a horned lizard, running out from under the cabin, and said to them: "I caught it-!"

Fang Zhu turned around and looked in that direction. He saw "Little Jiao" twisting under the claws of the poet, and opened his mouth and turned to bite her fingers. She was so scared that she shrank her hand - but she still raised the little thing and came to Fang Zhu - the horned lizard shook its tail, blinking with its dark eyes.

Nini stretched her waist and crawled out of Fang Zhu's hair. She seemed to have been woken up. She was rubbing her sleepy eyes, looking at her "mount" being grabbed by Tianlan in her hand.

"How did it offend you, Tianlan?" Fang Yu rolled his eyes a little annoyed as he looked at the scene.

"Ah, it didn't offend me, Brother Ed," Tianlan shook the little thing in his hand: "But I saw it spitting fire just now, Xiaojiao must have a problem. Luo Yu's wooden head told me about this, but he and Luo Hao didn't believe it. Brother Ed, come and judge me."

Fang Rong felt a headache when he heard this. He didn't quite understand that at this moment, the poet's lady was still thinking about this?

Parker, who was standing beside him, sighed in an old-fashioned manner.

"Even if it really can spit fire," the Paparals were measuring the wind speed and direction on the deck. Before the morning came, the sea and land winds changed - the wind direction on the air and land was already changing, which was why the sailors were afraid of sailing on the mainland.

He turned around and said, "But there are several subspecies of the horned lizards in Aitalia, and there are several types of blood that have been heard of assorted dragons. It's nothing great to spit fire."

"But that's different," Tianlan couldn't say that there was anything different, but she just instinctively felt something was wrong, but she couldn't say that, so she had to stubbornly say: "Anyway, Xiaojiao is definitely a problem, I suspect it might be a dragon."

She added with emphasis: "A real dragon."

The Paparal rolled his eyes. Although he felt that others often said that he was unreliable, compared with the big and brainless little girl in front of him, he had at least common sense: "It doesn't even have wings."

Tianlan was speechless.

"That……"

"That may be the reason why it hasn't been born yet."

She said stubbornly, then took the little thing alone and ran to the corner to check it carefully several times. Fortunately, the horned lizard seemed to be full of vitality, otherwise it might have died under the clutches of the poet Miss.

Fang Zhu was a little distracted when he heard her muttering on the side. He accidentally raised his head and looked out of the boat. The undulating forest was still extending forward in the darkness, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a little spark in the darkness.

What is that?

Fang Zhu was stunned just now, and Miss Nightingale's voice came from the mast:

"Captain, there seems to be an army marching northwest of us."
Chapter completed!