"Poof!"

The pine branches trembled, and the snowflakes fell.

In the moonlight, a red furry figure, carrying a package much larger than himself, jumped and shuttled among the branches and leaves of the pine forest beyond the top of the snow, like Santa Claus who was in a hurry to come home from work and eat dumplings.

Wang Ping was steaming white all over his body at the moment, and he didn't know whether it was evaporated sweat or melted snow. But I have to say that under this kind of high-intensity exercise, I don't feel cold, and even wearing a cotton jacket is still a little hot.

"Roar!"

Under the pine forest, a mighty Siberian tiger is in hot pursuit, violating the principle of giving up once the hunt of fierce beasts is out of range, which shows how strong the hatred for a certain badger is.

Wang Ping realized two truths in the running.

One is the so-called snow treading without a trace in martial arts, which is nonsense. He had already tried, not to mention that there was no trace, he really had to transport his strength to his feet, and before he could take a step, the snow under his feet would crash and fly, and he would not be able to borrow the slightest force. Otherwise, he would not have run to the tree.

And the second reason is that felines are really special grudges.

In the distance, there was a white object on the snow in front of the sight, which was slightly abrupt. As a badger and a tiger approached, a snow-white fox suddenly raised its head. only glanced at the other side, then turned his head and ran out, the speed, Wang Ping who looked at it was envious. I really want to praise: what a light work!

But then a certain badger in the jump rolled his eyes and began to poke and poke bad ideas.

He himself is not good at playing in this kind of away game with nowhere to focus, it doesn't mean that other animals can't play either!

"As the saying goes, the enemy of your enemy is your friend..."

His eyes began to search around in the pine forest, and when he ran for nearly a kilometer, he saw a noticeably different place.

Beneath a much higher layer of snow was a hole the size of a football. As soon as the snowflakes blown by the wind drift outside the cave, they will be blown away invisibly, as if the inside is ventilated outward.

The "Santa Claus" in the pine forest turned a corner, jumped on the nearby pine branches, drew an arc directly, and plunged headlong into it.

"Smack!"

A muffled sound seemed to come from the hole, and then, a majestic roar sounded, and as the red figure ran out again, the snow layer behind him suddenly collapsed, and a brown figure roared out of the snow against the wind and snow.

This brown bear also beeped the Siberian tiger at the moment, hibernating well in his own nest, and was inexplicably woken up by a slap.

You must know that in order to ensure that they can survive hibernation, brown bears store a lot of fat before going to bed, so that they will not starve to death. But starving and not dying are two different things. Once you wake up in hibernation, that kind of hunger is not something that ordinary bears can withstand.

"Whew!"

The tiger roared out, and the Siberian tiger had already chased after it, and when it saw that there was suddenly a strong brown bear in the snow, it stopped and looked at it vigilantly with its teeth bared. And in the open space between the two, a certain badger carrying a burden is jumping and gesturing.

"Bear big, it!"

Looking at the tiger, and then at a certain badger that didn't know what it was at all, but looked like it was delicious, the brown bear roared angrily, raised a huge slap and pounced on Wang Ping.

"Wow, the mud uncle, are you ...... blind?"

Wang Ping had no choice but to slap the brown bear and was directly drawn under the snow layer. Then he burst out of the snow again, screaming and running towards the hillside.

He can see that whether it is a human or an animal, the nature of bullying the weak and fearing the hard is engraved in his bones, and he has not changed it.

"If you have the ability, you wait until summer, and when the snow melts, Lao Tzu can't beat you!"

Seeing that the bear and the tiger behind him actually chased after him side by side with the well water and the river water, Wang Ping almost cried stupidly by himself.

He might have been able to maneuver around the tiger himself before, but now it's okay, and he ran to find an opponent in a daze, and he was a heavyweight.

The enemy of the enemy is a friend? Phew!

Behind a certain badger, in the cold wind far away from the hillside, Gu Laosan was still holding the lump of meat and crying.

Han Daxia stood aside, patting him on the shoulder with a regretful face, and looked at the lump with red eyes. Just looking at it, I felt that something was wrong.

Although it is the right size and size, it looks like an unborn mouse cub when it sticks to the outside of its belly.

Han Daxia squinted his eyes and began to think, could it be that a certain badger is pregnant?

"Hey, don't cry yet, take a good look, is this your badger?"

Han Daxia patted Gu Laosan on the shoulder, shouted several times in his ear before he stopped his tears, subconsciously looked at the things in his hand, and then saw the pink cub that was already dead.

"Wow~!What the hell!"

Gu Laosan raised his head violently, then threw down the lump of things with a look of disgust, patted the ice ballast on his gloves, and turned his head to look at Lao Han angrily.

"You didn't say it sooner!"

Han Daxia: ......

As soon as you came up, you cried as if you were dead and indescribable, who could react?

"By the way, look at the traces!"

At this time, the hillside is like evening, and the surrounding scenery is full of dark blue tones. Han Daxia pulled Gu Lang to point to the surrounding traces, and then the two of them looked uphill at the same time. On the snow, the traces of two rows, one large and one small, have not yet been covered by the wind and snow.

Gu Laosan took off his goggles and wiped his tears, sniffed and looked at it for a long time, and always felt that it was a little inappropriate to catch up like this.

Han Daxia had already checked around this area, and after a while, he ran back out of breath, pointing to the direction of the top of the mountain and shouting: "I looked, there is no trace elsewhere, it should be running over there, let's hurry up and chase it!"

"Brother Han, what are you...... Did you bring a gun?"

Gu Laosan hesitated for a moment before shouting. Old Han was stunned, and patted his waist. He didn't bring it himself, but Yuan Xiaoxiao gave him a hand before leaving.

"Okay, let's chase it!"

Gu Lang nodded, trying not to think about the question of whether the old man dared to shoot if he really encountered something difficult to deal with.

But what a salted fish doesn't know is that the current situation of a badger is no longer something that can be solved by shooting.

Under the moonlit night, tigers and bears roared, and wolves howled. In the always cold and quiet mountains, there is a strange and lively scene.

At the front of the snow, a sturdy Siberian wolf carrying a miniature version of "Santa Claus" is running through the snow with all his milking strength. In my heart, I probably greeted the immortal Banban and the whole family with this goods on my back.

Behind it, they chased a group of wild wolves, trying to save their wolf king, and at the same time avoid getting too close to the two hungry goods next to them.

What is called flying disaster, this is it.

Originally, the wolves had already rested, but they didn't know if it was the genes in their bones, or if they were simply full of food and had nothing to do, the wolf king suddenly felt that the moon was good tonight, suitable for standing on the top of the mountain and howling.

As a result, as soon as he turned the col with a group of men, he was knocked over in a snow ditch by a badger coming from the side. When I got up, I saw a Siberian tiger with a brown bear roaring and pounced.

"Whew~~~"

The grief and indignation in the wolf king's heart at this moment were really indescribable, and he whimpered against the desolate northwest wind.

"Smack!"

Halfway through the voice, there was a slap on the top of the head, and a certain "badger" was glaring at it with bared teeth.

"Don't scream, don't run!"