The crescent moon appeared and disappeared intermittently.
The distant sounds of mooing cattle and shouting carried far in the night. A Suchomimus on guard glanced toward the distant lights, then lowered its head nonchalantly.
For the Suchomimus near the ranch, nothing happening there was surprising. The bang of firecrackers or gunshots, the sounds of vehicles, the roar of machinery... In short, all the sounds impossible to hear in the original dinosaur world no longer surprised the Suchomimus.
If one were to say what the most direct impression of the ranch is to the Suchomimus, it would be a food source.
The bones and leftovers thrown out from the ranch are a supreme delicacy for the Suchomimus. So they willingly act as the ranch's gatekeepers, swearing to defend their territory to the death.
Xu Xiaoyan watched the laborers driving the cattle, her face flushed.
