Godly Dragon Guard

Because the trees are too dense, there are no other roads, and there are poisonous insects and beasts everywhere in this weird jungle, the three of them walked slowly.

Hongyue also regretted being here, her cultivation base was too weak, and she felt that she was a burden.

Along the way, Shen Lang wanted to ease the relationship with Feng Luan, but Feng Luan’s face was always frosty, and it was so cold that people couldn’t catch up.

“Shen Lang, my master is too feudal, you must have a lot of Haihan, don’t have trouble with her.” Hongyue whispered in Shen Lang’s ear.

“Yeah.” Shen Lang nodded slightly, he knew Hongyue cares about Feng Luan very much.

Feng Luan still had that ice cube face, did not say a word to Shen Lang along the way, and remained silent.

Hongyue and Shen Lang talked happily, she also gave Shen Lang advice from time to time, trying to help him and the master to resolve the conflict.

The Misty Island is vast and the terrain is not easy to identify, causing the three of Shen Lang to travel slowly.

I have been walking in the jungle on the island for a whole day without knowing it, and the sun is sinking.

The three stopped to rest, found an open place to camp, and prepared to rest for a day before continuing on their way.

Originally thought that this Misty Island could be entered and exited quickly, Feng Luan and Hongyue did not bring any daily necessities, let alone a tent.

But it’s not difficult for Shen Lang, he is very experienced in the jungle.

Shen Lang took a dagger in his hand and collected materials from the jungle. It took more than half an hour to build a natural wooden tent, and the shape of the tent was exceptionally delicate.

If Feng Luan asked, Shen Lang would naturally help her build one, but Feng Luan would not speak, and Shen Lang was too lazy to touch her cold **** with a hot face.

Shen Lang easily raised a bonfire and picked several weeds from the jungle.

Although there are many plants and trees in this jungle that Shen Lang has never heard of, he still saw many herbs that he saw in medical books, and even some precious medicinal materials.

Shen Lang made a small wooden shelf and spread those kinds of weeds on the shelf for roasting. This kind of weeds is also a kind of medicinal herb. The white smoke can disperse the poisonous insects around it, which is equivalent to the effect of mosquito coils. But the effect is much stronger than mosquito coils.

It was getting dark quickly in the jungle, the sun was slanting, and it was going to be dark in an instant.

“Yue’er, you can live in.” Shen Lang had already arranged the tent and said to Hongyue.

Seeing Shen Lang being so courteous, Hongyue felt a little sweet in her heart, but she still shook her head.

“Master, you live here.” Hongyue came to Feng Luan and said, pointing to the tent.

“No, I’ll watch the night at night.” Feng Luan said, shaking his head.

“Yue’er, you go in and have a good rest. Your master and I are both questioning martial arts, you don’t have to worry about us.” Shen Lang said with a smile.

“Okay.” Hongyue agreed.

There will be no effect if Wu Xiu does not sleep for a few days or nights. What’s more, Shen Lang’s practice of Shen Zhaojing has the effect of rushing and bringing the pulse, and meditation at night can also restore energy.

All in all, Shen Lang does not need to sleep at night by cultivating Shenzhao Sutra, and his spirit is getting better and better, and he doesn’t feel like sleeping at all.

“By the way, I still have some food here, Shen Lang, come and eat together.” Hongyue took out a small bag from her arms, which contained compressed biscuits, and handed it to Shen Lang.

When performing emergency tasks, many special forces eat compressed biscuits, which are also made of flour. The compressed biscuits have a relatively compact texture, very low water content, and are not easy to absorb water, so that the components of the biscuits that supplement physical strength are in the same volume. More content makes people more resistant to hunger.

Feng Luan also ate compressed biscuits on the side.

However, compressed biscuits are not very tasty. How could Shen Lang be embarrassed to let his own woman eat this kind of food? He happened to be a little hungry.

“Yue’er don’t eat these, wait a minute, I’ll get some delicious ones.” Shen Lang wrapped the biscuits and returned them to Hongyue.

Since it is in the jungle, the barbecue must not be missed.

The sky is almost dark, although the moonlight in the sky is bright, but the moonlight can not penetrate the luxuriant trees. So there is a bright moon in the sky, but the jungle is still dark.

This is hardly impossible to ask Martial Artist, Shen Lang only needs to bring a trace of real energy to his eyes, and he can greatly increase his eyesight, and he can see clearly in the dark jungle.

There are a lot of birds on Misty Island. Shen Lang glanced at it and found a bird nest on a branch of a tall tree somewhere with several bird eggs inside.

With a sound of “swish”, Shen Lang directly performed light work, climbed up the tree in the air, and brought down the entire birdhouse.

There were many birds flying around in the jungle. Shen Lang spotted a few targets, stretched out his fingers, provoked a few silver needles, shot several birds, and fell to the ground.

Shen Lang picked up the bird that was shot to death by the silver needle, and then went to a nearby stream to pluck and clean the bird.

Back at the camp, Shen Lang made another grill, lit a bonfire, and started grilling seriously.

Hongyue also leaned over to help Shen Lang roast together.

Because of his rich field experience, Shen Lang knows how to roast poultry to a perfect color, aroma and taste.

Hongyue sat by the campfire, watching Shen Lang seriously roasting the bird meat.

Under the shining of the fire, Shen Lang’s cold face even had a green face, but he gave her a sense of maturity and stability, and Hongyue was a little fascinated by it.

It was clear that Shen Lang was about the same age as herself, but much more mature than herself, Hongyue decided to wait for her master’s affairs to end, she would return to Shen Lang and never separate.

Seeing Shen Lang grilling, Feng Luan dismissed it and ate compressed biscuits in silence.

Shen Lang moved skewers of bird meat in a familiar manner, just like kebabs. Perhaps in anticipation of this need, Shen Lang also brought some necessary spices.

After ten minutes, the bird meat and eggs were all cooked. In the campfire, the skin of the bird meat has been roasted into an appetizing golden yellow.

Looking at the color and smell of the barbecue, Hongyue was a little greedy, and she was certain that it must taste great.

Shen Lang began to add seasonings, and the golden-yellow barbecue sizzled, and the aroma of the barbecue came out, and the fragrant taste was simply overwhelming.

“It smells so good, it must be delicious.” Hongyue swallowed.

Shen Lang handed the roasted bird meat to Hongyue, and said with a smile: “This one is roasted, hurry up and eat it.”

Hongyue took the roasted bird meat happily and took a bite. The outside was burnt and the inside was tender, the fragrance was tangy, and it tasted great!

Seeing Hongyue happily eating the bird meat, Shen Lang couldn’t help but smile, and began to taste the bird meat.

After Hongyue finished eating, she picked up a skewer of roasted bird meat and walked to Feng Luan’s side, and handed it over: “Master, stop eating biscuits, try this skewer of barbecue!”

“I won’t eat it!” Feng Luan snorted proudly.

She hates Shen Lang, and she doesn’t want to eat what Shen Lang cooks.