Hongyuan's posture is ridiculous, and he has maintained a 'prone' posture in push-ups all night until dawn, and he is not half tired.

This position is not comfortable. But only when he is uncomfortable can he really feel that this is real.

He seems to be particularly addicted to this person, no matter what he does. Looking at him, touching him, closing my eyes and thinking about him, I feel so happy.

If you don't get up again, you'll be discovered.

This sentence turned in his heart more than ten times, but his hands and feet did not move at all. Seeing that he went from deep sleep to light sleep, he turned over and changed his lying position to lying on his side, and the child woke up like a dream and got up from him in a hurry.

The child sat on the ground and rubbed his sore wrists, his palms blood-red.

Open the palm of his hand to see, the stone penetrated deeply into the palm, the skin and flesh turned out, the blood marks around him had dried up, and only the blood began to gush out in small strands after his movement. It looks like it should have cracked a long time ago, but I haven't felt any pain.

The child folded his palms in disbelief and wiped the stone.

The stone itself is black, wiping away the wet bloodstains, and when the surface dries, it is impossible to see that it has been stained with blood. The child still ran to the mountain spring quietly and carefully washed the surface of the stone.

Then he took the clean, washed stone and returned to the place where it was, and placed it beside the man.

Straightening up, the child frowned, as if he felt that something was wrong, and picked it up again.

Put it on his side, for fear that he will turn over, next to the most conspicuous head, for fear that the sharp edges and corners of the stone will pierce his head, and at a distance, for fear that his efforts will be in vain, he will not notice.

The child frowned for a moment, and his eyes lit up.

He took a pile of leaves to spare, then dug a hole in the ground and spread the dried leaves on it before placing the stones on it. In this way, even if the person rolls over and crushes the stone while sleeping, because there is a pit underneath and a soft leaf on top to cushion it, it will not hurt him.

Doing this qiē, Hongyuan breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the sky that was gradually brightening, his eyes were gloomy.

He had to go.

Turning around, he inadvertently saw the child's alert rapid tilt to the side, and the little platypus immediately closed his eyes and desperately pretended to be asleep.

The baby platypus rolled over in its sleep and opened its eyes in a daze—a habit it had developed in the wild, in case it was attacked by other beasts while it was asleep.

But no one usually sneaks up on it......

It opened its eyes for a moment, and then closed them habitually, still imprinting in its mind the face that terrified him to the extreme.

The little platypus was agitated, and when he landed there was no sleep, and the tips of his claws began to tremble.

It's a nightmare! I must have woken up yet!

It closed its eyes tightly, not even having the courage to open them to confirm it.

There was the sound of leaves being trampled in his ears, and the little platypus's head was a mess, and his hands and feet were numb, and he was so frightened that he couldn't think of anything. Immediately after that, its stiff body was rudely lifted.

The little platypus' eyelids trembled violently, and tears were about to come out.

It has no father or mother, it doesn't know where it comes from and where it's going, and when it wakes up, it's already on Fengyao Mountain, and all kinds of dreams in the past are gone. It vaguely felt like it had lived for many years, but it had no memory of the past. In Fengyao Mountain for a few days, it dares to drill in the sky and underground, there are always lonely ghosts with little skin and face floating on the mountain before, it is not afraid, and the ghosts run all over the mountain like rabbits, and all drive to the foot of the mountain.

It is the first in the world every day, but it does not dare to approach the cave.

Around the cave, there was a faint aura of Mount Tai's pressure, which made it unable to straighten its waist and feel uncomfortable.

It has an almost instinctive fear of the person.

It shrunk its claws, clenched its legs tightly, and suddenly felt a damp heat from its lower body, and the hot stream of boiling fishy heat was dripping down.

The little platypus opened its eyes in disbelief and looked down to see that it was (again) peeing!

The little platypus flattened its mouth, tears rolled in its eyes, and it was ashamed to die, and it wanted to cry out again. The person in front of him saw its intentions lightly, and the moment he opened his mouth, he stuffed his fingers all over his mouth, stretched his mouth wide, and dragged his tongue out of his mouth.

The little platypus was pulled on its tongue, saliva running down its chin, and it couldn't say a word.

"Shut up. Hongyuan glanced back and said in a low voice.

The little platypus only felt that his tongue was going to be pulled off for him, and he nodded and his mouth hurt. At this time, Hongyuan's eyes swept down, and it was clear that the person in front of him had no expression, but it tensed its lower abdomen, and its urine stopped again, making it sweat.

Hongyuan let go of its tongue and unceremoniously threw it on the hard ground.

The little platypus covered his crotch and struggled to get up, raised his head and secretly glanced at the male protagonist. The child's expression was bleak, with an indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

Hongyuan shook his hand, didn't give it another look, and walked away quickly with his head down.

Looking at the back of the hurried departure, the little platypus smacked its lips and rolled its eyes in the white of thought, it always felt that the current mood seemed familiar. Three points of horror of not possessing the body, three points of unattainable worship, and in addition, there are four points that make it difficult to ignore the flattered.

The little platypus touched his tongue to deepen the impression, and muttered blankly.

"Big big big king. ”

The strange and familiar sensation was fleeting, and when it concentrated on it, its mind went blank, almost making it think it was an illusion.

And then......

It found itself urinating again...... Is there already a conditioned reflex......

The little platypus looked down in collapse, looked at Fang Qi with a weak heart, didn't think about anything, got up silently, touched the wet hair on his buttocks with his backhand, and sniffed his claws obscenely.

It stinks, it stinks, it stinks.

The baby platypus sneezed.

The little platypus dug up some soil on the ground to cover its urine, destroyed the corpse, and then pouted its ass as if nothing happened, waiting for it to dry.

It still stinks.

The little platypus lurked in the grass, with its back to the morning glow, and it didn't take long for Fang Qi to open his eyes and look at the sky, turn over and lie on the ground for a while before he came to his senses completely.

The autumn morning was heavy, half of his sleeves were wet, and his arms were cold.

The days are getting cooler and cooler day by day, there is no fire and no bedding, how can you survive in winter, Fang Qi sighed with a sad face.

The little platypus pretended to run from a distance, with brisk steps, jumping and jumping, crouching in front of Fang Qi and wagging its tail.

How fresh and clean the air is in the early morning, and the smell is particularly abrupt. Fang Qi rubbed his nose, looked around the little platypus, and said, "Did you wet the bed?"

The little platypus looked at him with a dumb face, and ran away with a whimper.

Fang Qi: "......"

Fang Qi shook his head, turned in a different direction and stood up, the branches not far away trembled, and a few leaves fell.

There's no wind.

Fang Qi's mind moved, and when he raised his eyes, the child was squatting on the tree early in the morning, and when he found that he was looking over, he turned his head sideways in a panic, and quickly turned around, still hugging the trunk of the tree and half-covering his face, with a shy left eye and a timidly right eye.