Chapter 532： Hunt (2/2)

That evening, Song Jian set up a bonfire behind a huge rock and started preparing dinner. At this moment, a fist-sized light curtain appeared not far from Song Jian. This light curtain continued to distort and expand, as if The living thing is average, and after a while, it swells to more than one meter;

A man, wrapped in a black robe, full of the breath of death, hugged his chest with both hands, came down from the light curtain with his head down.

The man had dark skin, a pair of scary eyes, and a hawk nose in the center of his face, which destroyed the shape of the entire face, making the man look vicious and vulgar.

”It's a terrible environment. I don't know what the chairman thinks. Even this place develops members ...” Looking at the wind and sand and the hard and rough gravel under his feet, the man couldn't help complaining.

Slightly closed my eyes and felt for a moment, a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth: ”I have found you, the humble reptile. No one can survive after killing the death sickle member, ready to meet the death Greetings! ”

The man sneered, turning into a dark mist, and using the wind to quickly drift towards Song Jian's location;

Song Jian was grilling a piece of animal meat on the bonfire, hot oil was on the barbecue, and a ”zizi” sound was emitted. A strong scent emanated from the barbecue. Song Jian took out the seasoning box and dug out carefully, Spread on the barbecue.

Before setting off, Song Jian had prepared various supplies, but there were not many seasoning belts, and there was no place to replenish them in the wild.

”It's almost there, it should be ready to eat!” Song Jian nodded contentedly as he looked at the fragrant barbecue.

After entering the wild, Song Jian's cooking experience has soared. Now he has reached the third level, and several times, he has learned about five or six types of barbecue recipes.

When Song Jian was about to taste his craft, suddenly his face changed, his body turned into a shadow, and he fled to the left;

boom!

A sharp bone spear descended from the sky ~~ pierced diagonally, stabbing a burning campfire, and for a moment, the fire flickered, and the strong energy scattered the burning wood everywhere. ;

”Well, a good response!” A surprised voice sounded in the air. Song Jian looked up. A man in a black dress was floating in midair. The black cloak behind him was like a pair of black wings spread out. Swayed slightly in the wind;

”Scythe of Death!” Song Jian narrowed his eyes and became serious;

The appearance of this man is exactly the same as that of Tang Ming before, especially the robes on them, like wings, let people float in the air;

”Small reptile, it seems that you already know my identity, then, quietly accept the punishment of the Death Scythe, the soul fell into endless **** to make up for your disrespect for the Death Scythe.” The man looked proudly He pointed his right hand towards Song Jian and whispered, ”Finger of death!”

Suddenly, a black light like lightning struck Song Jian's eyes.

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