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In the swamp, mosquitoes danced, and a five-meter long bay crocodile was firmly bound at the snout, its vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity. At that moment, a young man cover in mud was straddling it, and he was very modest in the face of audience's praise. "I'm Bi Fang, a professional explorer. I have trekked atop the roof of the world and traversed through the Valley of Death, and I've even challenged the mysterious Amazon. Even the National Geographic has named me the world's premier survival expert, the king of the wild at the top of the food chain, but trust me, that's all an overstatement..." Under the crimson clouds, Bi Fang silently tightened the rope in his hand and, seeing that the bay crocodile beneath him had finally stopped struggling, he pulled out the Hunting Knife and killed it with a single strike to the underside of its jaw. "Today is the second day of survival. I thought I would have to endure another hungry night, but now it seems, dinner has taken care of itself."

Shell Ant · Romance
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758 Chs

Chapter 722: Let Them Off

The charcoal burned quietly, emanating sparks amidst the red and yellow flames, warm as... baking by fire!

Bi Fang, lying on his heated kang bed and covered with Musk Ox Skin, sweated slightly at his temples, his back drenched with sweat, each pore in pain like being pricked with needles, as if a thorn was in his back!

"Haha!"

Bi Fang suddenly awoke with his back soaked in sweat. Instinctively, he reached for the wooden spear leaning against the wall, and only after grasping it did he realize he was still in the cabin and nothing had happened.

Strange, had he had a nightmare?

Bi Fang wondered but wasn't affected by the nightmare. He reached to touch the heated kang bed, and its temperature wasn't too high, the same as the past few nights. Why would he sweat so much today?

Did he have a fever?

Bi Fang reached to touch his forehead, but couldn't make sense of it. Goudan was panting next to him, looking like a dead dog with no reaction at all.