Qing Cang Continent

Qin Lang, who was in a panic, had no idea how long he had been running in the forest. However, the number of wolves behind him did not decrease. Instead, there were a few more.

Qin Lang felt depressed. He had been kind and had provoked a bunch of people. However, he couldn't beat them. Yet, they were chasing him and he was now being chased? Was he going to die in the mouth of a wolf? Qin Lang shuddered when he thought of how he had been reduced to nothing.

It was getting dark.

At last, dawn arrived. Qin Lang saw a tree, a very thick tree, and turned his head to take a look. Fortunately, the wolf pack had not turned over, and with his last bit of strength, Qin Lang used the vines to leap up.

The pack of wolves caught up. Suddenly, they stopped following Qin Lang and slowed down as well. One of them sat unmoving while the other two surrounded it. The remaining wolves began to sniff the surroundings. Qin Lang looked at a tree that was slowly walking towards him. He walked around the tree and even raised his head to look at the tree, but the branches and leaves of the tree were too dense, and there were enough branches and leaves in the place where Qin Lang stayed.

Before long, all the gray wolves that had been searching the area had returned. The leader of the pack led the wolf pack away.

He was overjoyed, but his eyelids gradually grew heavy. After walking for so long and being chased by the wolves all the way, Qin Lang felt that he had never been this tired before. Perhaps it was because he had truly experienced the feeling of life and death, but in a daze, he fell asleep leaning against a tree trunk …

The second day, the sun was already high in the sky, but Qin Lang didn't feel anything. He was still sleeping, and the sunlight couldn't penetrate through.

A gust of wind blew over from who knows where, and a few rays of sunlight flashed on Qin Lang's face. Qin Lang rubbed his eyes, and suddenly felt something move within his embrace, as he subconsciously turned his body over.

"Pah!" Qin Lang awoke from his stupor within a second and discovered that it wasn't painful at all. On the contrary, it was a bit soft.

He stretched out his hand and felt around. His left hand was empty while his right hand... "Hmm …" Fur, get up to look around the right side, his nose in front of a pointed thing.

Qin Lang hurriedly crawled back a few steps before he saw a large bird standing in front of him, staring at him angrily. Qin Lang hurriedly crawled back a few steps before he saw a large bird standing in front of him, staring furiously at him.

The bird's nest was enough for Qin Lang to curl up and lie down with his body covered in feathers, which was why he didn't hurt him. Qin Lang felt a little embarrassed, he was afraid of anyone who suddenly dropped a living thing from the sky, so he decided to apologize.

"Brother Bird, I'm sorry, I really didn't do it on purpose." Qin Lang stood up and said to the young bird in front of him with a fawning expression.

The bird continued to glare at him angrily. Qin Lang also felt that doing this wouldn't work, so he slowly stepped out of the bird's nest and stood on a tree branch to the side. He repeated what he had said before.

"Jialala ~ ~" The young bird stared for a while before suddenly crying out loudly towards the outside.

"Brother Bird, this means that you have forgiven me. I'll leave first …" When Qin Lang saw that the giant bird no longer meowed at him, he thought that it was going to let him go. But before he could finish his sentence, a figure that covered the sky rushed in.

Qin Lang's heart sank.