The male sword fairy in the feminist world

Chapter 913 Dead Man's Island

Chu Qing spit water lying on the beach, his stomach swelled up quite badly, and his physical strength also dropped badly. If he doesn't find a place to adjust, it is estimated that this is his final destination.

If it wasn't for that crazy woman Yao Qin, he would be sitting on the sofa drinking beer in Jinmen City, talking about business with his mother, and eating the fruit his father cut with a toothpick. He would definitely not be fleeing like he is now almost.

Before he could finish his complaints, a strange panting sound appeared beside his ears.

This kind of panting sound is not like someone breathing heavily in the ear, but the ecstasy of a spirit beast seeing its prey.

Chu Qing's nerves became sensitive all of a sudden, he rolled over and sat up, and a little white mink who thought he was dead was so frightened that he stood up on his front feet and fled away like a human being.

That speed may not be able to catch up even in Chu Qing's heyday, and it is even worse now.He poured out the water from his ears, finally cleared his mind a little, and then his eyes began to observe around.

Chu Qing didn't know the location of this island yet, other than that, the little ferret he saw just now was definitely not staring at him out of curiosity.

If Chu Qing didn't move in time, he would stretch out his claws and smash his brains to taste whether it was salty or not.

Jinmen City is indeed just a small place as Yao Qin said, at least Chu Qing has never seen a city smaller than it on the map.This island may already be the neighbor of another city. The worst result is that it has crossed the border, but this possibility is not great.

Chu Qing walked in the sand with one foot deep and one foot shallow. His shoes and socks were a bit of a hindrance, so he simply took them off and wrapped them in his shirt. As a man, it's normal to have a little smell. He wouldn't be like those men in Jinmen City for a day. What kind of rose perfume to wear at night.

After walking for a while, and getting used to the monotonous scenery without flowers and grass, Chu Qing saw a tall monument. He ran over quickly, and gently touched the monument twice with his big hand.

The monument stands by the sea all year round, and it has been weathered by the waves and the sun at this time. It was hard for Chu Qing to make out the handwriting on it. It was written in three large characters in blood, "Island of the Dead".

The person who wrote must have worked very hard, because Chu Qing saw a petrified little finger on the island's last stroke.

In other words, most of the writers have died on this island at this moment. If not, why would he write these three words? Be careful, otherwise, you will fall into a thick fog.

His footsteps did not stop because of this, there were countless pairs of secretive eyes staring at Chu Qing's every move in the dark, the delicate skin and tender flesh of him had become a delicacy in the eyes of countless spirit beasts without knowing it,

If he stops in such a dangerous place, Chu Qing will really encounter a crisis, just like the little ferret who coveted him on the beach just now, if he wakes up more slowly, he will definitely be eaten up , not even the bones left.

He rolled up a torch with his clothes and continued walking. The forest was gloomy, and it was disturbing to watch. Chu Qing was not frightened by the atmosphere, but wanted to go deeper. He has not yet I have seen a person, if he guessed correctly, this should be the place where monks come to hunt, because Chu Qing has seen many traps along the way.

A bit bored, he even threw stones into it to test the degree of danger. Unexpectedly, the effect was immediate, and the stone turned into powder as soon as he threw it in.

(End of this chapter)