Cao Biansheng said, "Do we really have to go to its lair? Can't we look for it somewhere else? It's not like it has to go all the way home just to take a crap."
"So crude." Qin Ziwu shook his head.
"But there are two Tyrannosaurs here. What if you end up finding the other one?" Wang Yun said with a smirk.
Recalling the scene of the two Tyrannosaurs locked in a standoff, Cao Biansheng fell silent.
"As for the mud at the bottom of the lake, that has its own risks. It's an unfamiliar scent to the Tyrannosaurs, but it will at least mask our human scent. From a Tyrannosaurus's perspective, it's the difference between a group of unfamiliar mice standing outside its door and a group of unfamiliar television sets."
