The dragon let out a shrill roar, and its huge body rolled in the bushes. Zhu Xiang hugged the dragon tightly and did not let go, and kept turning the flying sword in the dragon's neck. The blood seemed to burst.

Water pipes generally spurt out.

The dragon rolled crazily in the bushes, overwhelming the bushes one after another. The momentum was terrifying, but it was stabbed in the vital part after all. In addition, it was severely injured by the mecha before. Only tens of seconds later, the scale-covered dragon was stabbed.

A's body gradually became weak and weak.

"Hahahahaha...dragon, dragon head..."

Zhu Xiang started cutting the faucet amidst a burst of cheerful laughter, and soon he cut off the huge and bloody faucet head.

Zhou Sen sat in the cockpit and watched with cold eyes and said nothing.

Taking the opportunity to kill the dragon allowed Zhou Sen to overturn his judgment of Zhu Xiang. Zhou Sen had always regarded Zhu Xiang as a simple and honest savage, but now, he showed his ferocious face.

However, it is normal to think about it. None of the human beings who can survive on this beast-infested planet are kind.

At the same time, Zhou Sen thought of a question.

Zhu Xiang actually unbuckled the auxiliary seat belt by himself, then opened the cockpit door by himself, and jumped straight down from an altitude of more than ten meters. This series of actions was smooth and smooth. It was not like riding on a mecha for the first time, let alone

Like a savage who has never been exposed to high technology.

There are two possibilities.

The first possibility is that there is a high-tech civilization on this planet, and this is not the first time Zhu Xiang has come into contact with mechas. However, this possibility is very small, because Zhu Xiang was shocked when he saw mechas before, and

He vomited while sitting in the cockpit, which strongly proves that it was his first time coming into contact with mechas. Of course, it may also be because his acting skills were so good that he could disguise himself perfectly.

The second possibility is that Zhu Xiang has extraordinary memory and comprehension. He just looked at it once and understood the method of opening the cockpit door and assisting safety.

In Zhou Sen's opinion, the second possibility is more likely. After all, Zhu Xiang is the leader of the Xuanyuan tribe, and his wisdom must be outstanding.

While Zhou Sen was thinking about it, Zhu Xiang had already cut off the head of the dragon, and then directly carried the bloody dragon head on his shoulders. The dragon head was obviously larger than Zhu Xiang's size. When he carried it on his shoulders, it looked like

Extremely weird.

Could it be that he wants to get the faucet into the cockpit of the mecha?

Seeing Zhu Xiang walking towards the mecha carrying the dragon's head, Zhou Sen couldn't help but look back at the half of wild boar meat in the back seat. His head suddenly felt big and he was wailing in his heart.

There’s no room for this in the cockpit!

This is a cockpit for people!

"Hi!"

"Hi!"

Zhu Xiang, who was holding the dragon's head, waved towards the cockpit.

It seemed that this guy really wanted to take away the dragon head. Zhou Sen could only squat down the mecha with a wry smile, and then opened the cockpit door.

"Zhu Xiang, the cockpit can't accommodate the faucet." Zhou Sen shouted to Zhu Xiang on the ground.

"Ah...this...this...should be able to let it go..."

"Can't let go."

"I feel like I can let go."

"I can't let go." Zhou Sen said firmly.

"That……"

"Why don't you come up and take a look first?" Zhou Sen decided that it would be better to let Zhu Xiang give up on his own.

"Then let me take a look first."

What left Zhou Sen speechless was that Zhu Xiang was reluctant to put down the dragon head on his shoulders, and actually climbed up towards the cockpit of the mecha carrying the heavy dragon head.

Zhou Sen didn't know that for a tribe, killing a dragon is definitely a supreme honor. If someone's tribe hangs a dragon head, it is definitely a matter of great honor.

For the primitive tribes on this planet, face is not a vain thing, but can be turned into immediate benefits. For example, if the tribe hangs a dragon head and intermarry with other tribes, it will have a huge advantage.

The unmarried men of the tribe will become the favored objects of women from other tribes...
Chapter completed!