"Whoa"

"What is it called, you won't die if you press it for a while. Gongliang said as he untied the rope tied to his body and let go of the round.

As soon as Yuan Rolling was free, he immediately ran to Gongliang, grinning and biting his shoes angrily.

"Whoa"

What kind of fun things to take me to, you just use me as a meat pad, and it hurts me to death. I'm going to bite you to death, bite you to death.

Round roared and bit Gongliang dissatisfiedly, biting his beast skin boots that had not been used for long to a mess.

The conscience of heaven and earth, Gongliang has never thought of using it as a meat pad. But it's a good idea, so you can pay attention next time.

He hurriedly explained: "What, if you hadn't blocked my view, would the sleigh have been broken? ”

This pot is round and round, and when he heard his words, he suddenly shouted:

It's all you, it's all you, I don't sit on the snow... I don't sit, I don't sit.

Gongliang's shoes were about to be bitten by it, and he hurriedly said: "Okay, if you don't sit, you won't sit, then you go to the fruit space, and I'll call you again when you eat, now it's okay!"

Hearing Gongliang's words, Yuanluo thought about it with its stupid head, and felt that it was okay, so he let him go. However, he was very dissatisfied with the sled that scared him, and even though it had been broken, it still stepped on it fiercely. The sleigh, which had already been broken, was even more rotten.

At this time, Gongliang remembered the chick on his chest and quickly grabbed it.

The chicks are wilting and soft, and their eyes are closed.

It can't be dead!

Gongliang was frightened and shook the chick vigorously.

"Chirp... Chirp... Chirp...", I don't know if I felt Gongliang's care, or was woken up by him, the chick opened its eyes and screamed weakly.

Seeing the chick wake up, Gongliang put it on the ground. The chick is soft and falls directly into the snowdrift. Round and the chick had a relationship, and seeing it like this, it did not continue to vent its frustration on the broken sleigh, and hurried over.

When he saw that the chick was still lying on the snowdrift, he stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Once, twice, three times, it seems to taste good, and I want to continue licking it.

Bang, do you think it's a marshmallow, or a sugar gourd, and what kind of bowl cake to lick.

Gongliang slapped the away, picked up the chick, fed it some water, and rubbed it again.

After a while, the chick regained its strength and screamed energetically.

Seeing that the chick was fine, Gongliang was relieved, he thought he was dead?

People and animals will have feelings after a long time, just like their own children, they will become sentimental, and they must be cared for and paid attention to all the time. This kind of emotion is really unbelievable.

Gongliang sighed, and when he saw that it was almost noon, he took something out of the fruit space to eat.

Now he has experience in cooking. After eating in the morning, he washed the specially made three-legged steel furnace, then put in the animal meat and water, lit a fire and put it in the fruit space to boil slowly. In this way, at noon, as long as the taste is down, there is basically something to eat, which is very simple.

After eating and resting for a while, they continued on their way.

The long sea of snow seems to have no bounds.

On the way forward, the weather is not always sunny, sometimes there are snowstorms, and sometimes there is fog. In this kind of weather, Gongliang will often stop, or escape into the fruit space, or dig a hole under the thick snow, and wait until the sun comes out before hurrying again.

I don't know how long it has been, but I know that it is countless sunsets.

The further you go, the thinner the snow gets.

One day, when he got up, he saw the snow slowly melting on the branches of the giant tree.

Gradually, the snow ceased to cover, revealing the fertile soil underneath, and the frozen yellow grass began to sprout new buds from the soil, growing larger and larger, as if there was vitality in it, and it could not help but erupt.

Spring is coming.

The arrival of spring has put on a new green coat to the originally white earth, and it has a new look from the outside to the inside. The rolling mountains in the distance also turned green.

On the road, there are also traces of fierce beasts, and with Gongliang's current strength, most of them are killed, so they are all rampage and fearless all the way.

It's just that as the climate warms, the weather begins to change, either with a thick white fog, or a drizzle, or simply a torrential downpour, causing flash floods and flooding a large area of low-lying forest.

Another heavy rain hit, and it rained intermittently for a few days, and Gongliang was tired of staying in the fruit space, so he wanted to build a wooden house on the giant tree outside, and wait for the weather to clear before leaving.

So, he went outside, took advantage of the light rain, cut down a few huge trees, and built a small wooden house of about 80 square meters on top of a huge tall tree.

The rain became heavier again, and Gongliang watched the raindrops keep rolling down from the roof like a beaded curtain, and suddenly remembered the weeping willows by the West Lake in his previous life.

It is also this season that I walked on the broken bridge with a painting fan, bathed in the spring rain, a wisp of reverie, and hoped for a good fate.

"Chirp Chirp"

The chick walked around in the house, running to Gongliang's side from time to time, looking down, the giant tree dozens of meters high, it was a little shocking to look at it.

In order to prevent the dampness and cold caused by the rain, Gongliang put a lot of effort into building a house. Whether it is the roof, or the front and back left and right walls, a thick layer of wood is added, that is, two layers of wood wall. Therefore, even after a few days of drizzle, there is still no damp feeling in the house, and there is no cold in spring, only the freshness after the rain washes away the weather.

After walking for so long, although Gongliang didn't know where he had arrived, he felt that he was not far from the sea.

Looking at the rain outside, I couldn't help frowning, it had been raining for a long time, and I didn't know when it would stop.

It turns out that the ice and snow weather is good, and sometimes you can walk 100 miles a day by sledding. Unlike this kind of weather, once it rains, the forest is full of miasma and poisonous snakes, and the mountain road becomes muddy and very difficult to walk.

Normally, it takes two or three days after the weather clears to walk on a mountain road like this, but after two or three days, it may rain again.

This rain is endless, and it makes people a little desperate.

After thinking about it, Gongliang took out an iron pot from the fruit space, put a few pieces of dry wood on it and lit it, and then took out another fierce beast bone.

Since he learned the bone divination, he has rarely used it, even if he gets lost on the road, he just goes with the flow. In his opinion, life is so wonderful because it is full of unknowns. If you always know what the road ahead is, then what is the joy of living.

Except, of course, foreseeing danger.

After all, everyone wants to live a little longer.

There is no conflict between the two.

This time, in order to see when the rain will stop, I can't say that I have to take a bone.