Tianlan gave her an apologetic look, then parted the long grass with the air of an owner and introduced it to Fang Hong with a boastful tone, "Ta-da, welcome to Sister Atira's secret little base."
"Why is it mine?" Atira looked at her, puzzled.
The little French girl playfully winked at her.
But Fang Hong was so amazed by the scene in front of him that he was at a loss for words.
There was a behemoth ahead.
The beast resembled a rhino, covered in long hair, with three sharp horns in a row and a long tail dragging behind. It was twelve to fourteen meters long, about the length of a bus, with a flat back almost as high as two and a half men stacked on top of each other.
In the backdrop of the firelight, it was like a swaying small mountain.
Feeling the presence of people, the behemoth turned its head, its wrinkled brown eyes curiously looking at them, and when it saw Atira, it immediately made an affectionate mooing sound, like a cow calling out.
