Super Dragon Evolution: Dog must die

Wen Zilong kept roaring in anxious manner, making these people flee immediately.

These people are not bad, they all bowed down one by one.

Wen Zilong wants to cry without tears.

This is really the emperor's no hurry.

Perhaps in the eyes of these people, with this **** here, they don't have to run away.

In desperation, he saw a mouth of blood on a person's arm.

Maybe it was cut out by a tree branch while escaping.

He was about to put his huge head on the man's wound and lick it lightly.

In my mind, the system prompt sounded immediately:

"The DNA extracted from this person can match this person's language system."

Soon, Wen Zilong had something in his mind.

These things are naturally the language of this person.

It turns out that these people are called Bakar.

Their ethnic group is not big.

It has always been between fifty and one hundred people.

For thousands of years, they have lived in the jungle for generations.

Their language is called Baka.

After Wen Zilong is upgraded, any animal's DNA extracted can immediately match the language system of that species.

At this time, he saw that the gap he just blasted with the ultrasonic attack was sealed again by marching ants.

He secretly felt sorry for himself for a second.

No one understands me.

So lonely.

I turned around and saw the ant ball at the back. Although it had been reduced by half, it was already less than five meters away from me.

He can only use the ultrasound attack again to open a gap.

"Go away--"

In the fan-shaped area at a 90-degree angle in front of them, the marching ants melted quickly as if snow met urine.

Soon, the gap opened again.

Wen Zilong shouted in Baka to the Baka people who were still crawling on the ground:

"Don't run away at this time, when will you wait?"

The Baka people were stunned after hearing the words.

This **** actually spoke their language? !

They looked at the eight-meter-long giant crocodile in front of them in shock.

The shock in my heart cannot be added.

Wen Zilong is really speechless.

"If you don't run away, then I will go first."

After speaking, he didn't hesitate anymore and jumped straight forward from the gap.

When the Baka people saw this, they stood up one after another and followed Wen Zilong to jump forward.

Under the leadership of Wen Zilong, they finally escaped the encirclement.

However, the marching ants behind quickly chased them.

Wen Zilong shouted at the Bakar:

"Cross the river!"

At this time, these Baka people had no doubt that Wen Zilong was a god.

Not gods, how come to rescue them suddenly?

Not a god, how could it make a human voice?

Not a god, how can you speak their Baka?

They naturally believed in the orders of the gods.

According to Wen Zilong's words, they jumped over the river one after another after running forward 100 meters.

Most of the river in this rainforest is very gentle.

To describe it in one word, it is quiet as a virgin.

But the section of the river that Wen Zilong pointed out to them was very fast.

To describe it in one word, it is like acting like a shrew.

When these people jumped over the river, Wen Zilong jumped directly into the river.

After a while, the marching ants came to the edge of the river again.

They are still building ant bridges as before.

However, because the river is like a shrew, it is more difficult for them to build an ant bridge, and the time is longer and the loss is greater.

Look, even the tough marching ants are just a bunch of little brothers in front of the shrew.

Wen Zilong was like an eagle b, lying quietly on the bottom of the river, quietly watching them build an ant bridge.

In my heart, there is a prank feeling like a bear kid.

About two minutes later, more than half of the ant bridge has been built, with only more than 30 centimeters left, and it can be built on the right bank.

Until then, Wen Zilong slowly floated out of the river bottom.

He smiled in his mouth and stretched out his paw.

On the left side of this ant bridge, lightly go down.

The one-meter seven-meter ant bridge has been built, and it all fell into the water.

The river water like a shrew suddenly engulfed the tens of thousands of army ants and roared downstream.

Wen Zilong retracted his claws like an electric shock.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it."

Though the marching ants suffered heavy losses, they were extremely tough.

Continue to build an ant bridge.

Wen Zilong said: "You continue, you continue, I will cheer you up next to you. Just go!"

More than two minutes later, the Ant Bridge was again only 30 centimeters away from the right bank.

Wen Zilong raised his left paw and once again took a picture from the root of the mosquito bridge on the left.

The entire ant bridge fell into the water again.

Swept down by the shrew of the river.

"Ah--"

The Wen Zilong Gang made a surprised statement: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. You see, I was so careless."

While talking, he thought to himself: It seems a bit cheap. It's so cheap that I want to beat myself up.

The ant bridge was built twice in succession, and both ended in failure.

The marching ants will not continue.

They are all on the bank of the river, looking at the giant Wen Zilong.

"Go on, don't stop."

Wen Zilong said bashfully.

Slight squeaking noises continued from those marching ants.

Apparently, he was demonstrating to Wen Zilong.

Wen Zilong sneered at this.

"Everyone knows how to brag, what's important is that all the bragging must be realized, that is the real good. As for you, hehehe..."

After the marching ants have been blowing for more than half an hour, they really have no choice but to slowly retreat.

Wen Zilong saw these guys retreating, and then he came to the shore on the right.

When the Baka people saw the gods come ashore, they quickly crawled to the ground again.

He kept saying: "God saved us."

"Thank God."

"We Baka people are your most faithful servants."

"May you be with the **** of the forest."

Baka people have lived in the forest for thousands of years.

The **** of the forest is their supreme god.

The **** of the forest, immortal.

And "May you be with the **** of the forest" is their most pious blessing to other gods.

Wen Zilong nodded and said: "Well, be with you, be with you. Everyone, get up and talk."

Those Baka people stood up one after another.

Wen Zilong looked at these Baka people.

Baka people don't wear shirts.

It made him a little bit unbearable to look straight.

The patriarch stood up and said:

"Great god, I thank you on behalf of all my people and thank you for saving us. Without you today, we Baka people would probably... be extinct."

Thinking of extinction, the patriarch still has lingering fears.

They Baka people have lived in the forest for thousands of years.

Although the number has been only fifty to one hundred people, they have been living a stable life.

There has never been a major disaster.

And today, if it hadn't been for this **** to help them, there would never be a Baka in this world.

Wen Zilong cleared his throat and said righteously:

"It is my responsibility to maintain world peace."