"Squeak. ”

There are unknown birds chirping outside the cave.

A gentle breeze blows, and the sound of the wind rubs against the leaves growing on the cliffs, making some "rustling" sounds.

When Tang Qing woke up, for a moment, he didn't even want to open his eyes again, and he couldn't wait to let go of all his obsessions with life.

No matter how painful her broken legs were, there were no scars on her cheeks that made her desperate.

She has studied medicine, although she is not highly skilled, and she never makes mistakes in diagnosing the pulse, but what can be cured and what cannot be cured, she is always clear in her heart. This kind of scar from a knife wound to the bone is impossible to restore the smoothness of the skin as before.

Even if you are lucky enough to survive, disfigurement should be inevitable.

With such a broken face, how will you live in the future, and how will you face Qi An who is "beautiful and beautiful".

Lying motionless on the ground and waiting to die, this state has been in this state for two days. For two days, Tang Qing didn't eat anything, and forced himself to sleep when he was most hungry.

The broken legs, although they were untied by Wu Xinlian when she made a move, but moving a little at this time was like cutting flesh on the body. The hands are still tied. Also, where would Wu Xinlian spend more time on untying the rope on her hand for herself.

There is still space, from the moment Wu Xinlian made a move, it suddenly disappeared.

Tang Qing smiled bitterly in his heart, sure enough, there was nothing truly reliable in this world except for himself. Alas, it is simply self-inflicted to fall to this point, and I used to rely on space every time I encountered danger. By now, these foreign objects are gone, and where else do I have anything to rely on.

"Grow up quickly, and when you are eighteen years old, I will be able to realize my dream for so many years. Qi An said this as if it was just yesterday. Tang Qing now thinks about it, but it seems like many years have passed.

The longing in his eyes sparkled like a flower in the morning.

Well, she didn't seem to say anything, just leaned on his shoulder.

The girl's reserve made her choose to acquiesce instead of saying "me too". Now that I think about it, I actually regret it a little, why didn't I say "I do" to him at the best moment.

It is said that those who fall into the "love brain" only need their lover to look at him, and he will already walk through the life story of marrying and having children with his beloved until he is white.

"After we get married, it's better not to have children first. Qi An never blushes when he talks about this kind of topic, Tang Qing sometimes feels that he □□ him like this, or that the male god has finally stepped down from the altar in his heart, "I think we always enjoy a little space for the two of us first, and you see, it not only takes a lot of time to bring the little cub up, but also takes a lot of energy." Let's wait until we are more leisurely in the future. ”

Tang Qing glanced at him, but he couldn't agree more in his heart. The eighteen-year-old girl in the flower season, who is willing to marry him, has overcome a lot of psychological obstacles, and she still has children, which is terrible.

Thinking of this, Tang Qing couldn't help but smile, this smile inevitably involved a knife wound on his face. My eyes were immediately sour and unbearable, and I wanted to shed tears, but the water in my body seemed to have evaporated and dried up. The feeling of her heart being clenched made her almost breathless.

If you can go back alive, you will not be afraid to get married and have children immediately.

Although Tang's mother tried her best to prevent Tang Qing and Qi An from having a deep relationship before, she has already relaxed her mentality recently. As long as someone accepts his daughter, this person can see it in all aspects, so he quickly sent her out. What's more, from all aspects, Qi An is very outstanding, with Tang Qing, no loss.

Earlier, Tang Qing had always thought that Qi An was the biological son of the Qi family, but he just recently learned that he was actually an adopted son. When he was four or five months old, he was wrapped in a small quilt and thrown at the door of Qi's house.

No wonder Qi An and the eldest brother of the Qi family don't look like each other at all. Tang Qing's focus is always different.

Tang's mother no longer cares about Tang Qing's emotional problems, but she has a new idea, which is to teach her needlework: "You will get married in a few years, and you can't be ignorant of this sewing and mending job." ”

Tang Qing couldn't reply: "I'm still young, who to marry, it's better to have a few more happy days of being single." However, when it came to this question, she quickly slapped herself in the face, and a few days later, she acquiesced to Qi An's eighteen-year-old appointment.

I haven't learned how to sew and mend clothes, and I don't know how to embroider clothes, so my mother will be angry. Thinking of this, Tang Qing struggled a little to straighten up.

I couldn't use my strength in my legs, my hands were tied together, my center of gravity fell straight down, and I had lost too much blood before, and I was hungry these days, so I got the strength to get up. She struggled for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of sitting up.

It was dark in the depths of the cave, this was not the time to pay attention to curiosity, Tang Qing didn't want to go in and explore at all. She used her hips to exert force, put her hands together, pressed the rope against the ground, and rubbed her whole body forward, and before she could move a few times, her palms had worn several pieces of skin.

With an inexplicable yearning for light in her heart, she continued to climb outside. Unfortunately, the rope on his hand was so strong that it didn't get a thread to grind on the ground. Even if he persevered, before he could grind off the rope, Tang Qing's hands would rot.

The space couldn't be used, Tang Qing tentatively dripped a drop of spiritual spring water from his fingertips. Heaven has mercy, and the spring water that used to bubble up from the beginning is now dripping a lot more than before.

But with his hands tied behind his back, even if he could drip spring water, he couldn't drink it into his mouth. Tang Qing was lying on the ground in frustration.

"Squeak. Just as Tang Qing was lying motionless on the ground and pretending to be dead, a bird with bright feathers appeared at the entrance of the cave and circled for a while. Tang Qing hesitantly looked at the water trail on the ground, stopped his breathing, slowly held his breath, and controlled his eyes not to look at it.

The tail feathers flashed like a shuttlecock, and the bird flew outside in three and a half small circles, slowly stopping on the ground at the entrance of the cave, and jumping step by step to the edge of the water. Tang Qing secretly observed it, its beak pointed and long.

Seeing that the water on the ground was about to dry up, Tang Qing shook the rope on his hand and dripped. A sweet smell instantly filled the entire cave, and even if he smelled it, Tang Qing felt that his spirit had recovered slightly. It can be regarded as a lost harvest of mulberry elm in the east, losing the connection with space, and the spring water at the fingertips has become more magical.

The birds circled around the spot a few times, as if they were confused about where the smell was coming from, and as if they were hesitating to be safe, fearing that there would be traps waiting for them. In the end, it still couldn't control the temptation in her heart, and according to Tang Qing's wishes, she began to peck at the rope on her wrist that was completely soaked by the spring water. Sometimes it inevitably pecked Tang Qing's wrists and fingers, but it could be seen that it was very disgusted by the smell of blood. If it weren't for Tang Qing's efforts to drip spring water onto the rope, I'm afraid it would have given up the food in its mouth a long time ago and flew away without looking back.

But this trick didn't work all the time, and it was tied with four ropes on the wrist before it was pecked two times, and it struck.

Forget it, Rome wasn't built in a day. Tang Qing comforted himself, he was embarrassed to squeeze a bird's labor force like this.

For the remaining two ropes, Tang Qing tried to grind on the ground more than ten times, but only a little thread was polished. From this point of view, Tang Qing really admired the sharpness of the bird's beak. There was nothing to eat for two days, and as soon as he did a little something, he was already out of breath, Tang Qing decided to rest for a while.

The hero just now, Hua Yu Bird, no longer pecked the rope on Tang Qing's hand, and was not in a hurry to leave. Pacing in front of her with his little head up, he continued to "squeak" a few times. However, Tang Qing obviously didn't have the skill of knowing bird language, and he couldn't tell what the other party wanted to express to him.

I don't know what breed this bird is, Tang Qing simply gave it the name of "Flower Feather Bird", anyway, it is full of bright and colorful feathers, and it is still very appropriate to call it "Flower Feather Bird".

Tang Qing tried to continue to drip the spiritual spring on the ground, but was lightly pecked by his new friend, the flower feather bird. The pecking was very gentle, and Tang Qing didn't feel any malice. It pecked out quickly, and drank all the water on the floor without feeling dirty.

Probably telling himself not to waste spiritual spring water in a messy place. Tang Qing felt that he must be dazzled, otherwise why, he would see from the small eyes of a bird, the condemnation of "you are not well-behaved, waste good things".

Tang Qing, who was pampered and arrogant, put the rope in his hand to the beak of the flower feather bird. As a result, I was surprised to find that the other party turned his head away in disgust. Tang Qing really couldn't cry or laugh at this time: the little ancestor must not give up halfway. At least...... At the very least, get my hands out of the way.

It must have complained in its heart that the smell of the rope on its wrist was so terrible. Tang Qing thought so.

The morning sun shines warmly on my body.

One man and one bird, staring at each other for a while.

The picture froze for a minute, and the feather bird seemed to think that there was nothing else interesting in the cave, and flew out of the cave after a few flutters. When I flew out, I magically stopped in the air for a few seconds. But soon, he left without looking back.

It can stop in the air, Tang Qing thought, it can't be another form of "hummingbird".

Tang Qing, who was thrown in the cave by the flower feather bird, couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart. These days of being trapped in the cave, it is hard to see a living creature, or a living creature that is friendly to itself. Even if they can't communicate with each other normally, they still have a sustenance.

Even if the other party ran into the cave for the sake of the spring, it didn't matter. Tang Qing had a strange thought in his heart, he seemed to be the little daughter-in-law who was thrown alone. Think of yourself amusing yourself again.

The skill of making fun in suffering gets √

"What do you think, no matter how magical a bird is, it can't help itself escape. Tang Qing shrugged his head.

In the past two days, as long as she is sober, she often thinks crankily, wanders out of the world, and thinks about Tang Dad, Tang Ma, Tang Ge, Qi An, Hu Die...... But Wu Xinlian, who was only afraid to let herself fall into such a miserable situation.

When Wu Xinlian was babbling to herself, Tang Qing didn't ask why she did such a thing to herself. It wasn't until she swung her knife and struck two deep scars on her face that she said why. The □□ of everything is naturally the "Buddha Tree" incident this time. Having lost the opportunity to obtain the luck of the "Buddha Tree", Wu Xinlian has fallen into a state of extreme paranoia. She only felt that the reason why she was in a different situation in her previous life and present life should be Tang Qing. If it weren't for Tang Qing, who should have died of a fever at the age of six, all this would not have happened "butterfly effect".

For this kind of gratuitous hatred, Tang Qing really felt inexplicable. When it comes to the entanglement between two people, he always suffers a little more. When she was a child, she helped her escape from Boss Zeng's house, and when she grew up, she didn't bother to pay attention to her, let alone worry about her previous grudges. How dark is she to think of herself as a stumbling block.

Wu Xinlian changed the smile of the previous "White Lotus", and the gentleness on her face was gone, replaced by a somewhat distorted happiness: "As long as you ruin your face, the luck on your body will be transferred to me, if you are unhappy, you will soon be able to help me fulfill my wish." You are so understanding, and you are so righteous to your friends, how can you not be happy. ”

Tang Qing: Ma Ma, quickly invite a Taoist priest to collect this demon.

It wasn't until he reacted to the sharp pain on his face that Tang Qing realized that this madman had really done it.

Wu Xinlian withdrew the short knife in her hand, frowned a little confusedly, and said in a slightly disgusted tone: "It's been a long time, you're just a small character, how can you turn out of your luck to be so good, only slightly more than the one that your brother reveals every day." She stretched out the little finger of her right hand and shook it at Tang Qing, "That's it, what are you doing? I worked so hard to get such a point?"

After a moment, she continued to say to herself, "No, after the last performance, I obviously felt the rotation of the whirlpool of luck in you. Isn't that you, it's me who feels wrong?"

Tang Qing didn't care what she was talking nonsense, the hatred in her heart was about to burst through her chest. At this time, she finally felt that those who lived only for revenge for the rest of their lives lived in torment every moment and every second.

In order to survive, in order to see the person he loves deeply, he can only suppress the anger and hatred in his heart.

Even at that moment, it was like a fire erupting in my heart to burn everything down. Even if they die together, they will not hesitate.

Tang Qing could probably guess that Wu Xinlian didn't solve the reason for herself, most of them were afraid of the Heavenly Dao cycle, and she really had human life on her hands, how could she enjoy the mercy of Heavenly Dao.

Although she felt that Wu Xinlian's continued life was really a scourge, she didn't know how many people were killed indirectly.

It can be seen that people's good intentions and evil deeds are not immutable, and it is not surprising that when the desires of the heart rush out of the cage like a tiger, what kind of things are done.

Just like Wu Xinlian, she can cry for a withered flower, and she will laugh happily in order to draw a deep mark on someone else's face.

But Tang Qing swore to his heart at this moment that in his lifetime, he would never die with Wu Xinlian and would never forgive her.

In the afternoon, the bird flew back to the cave. It squeaked out the wild fruit in its mouth, and clutched two identical green fruits tightly in its two paws. Tang Qing was flattered, stared at the fruit on the ground, and secretly looked at the flower feather bird, and couldn't help but ask: "Is this...... Are these green fruits for me?"

The flower feather bird, which is quite human, is only humane after all, so it didn't nod. He just used the tips of his wings to bring the fruit on the ground closer to Tang Qing. Tang Qing looked at the green fruits on his face in embarrassment, and struggled to break the thick rope tied to his wrist, but naturally he still failed to succeed.

Tang Qing was full of black lines, he couldn't really roll up the fruit from the ground with his tongue. This kind of fist-sized fruit, with the paw prints of flowers and feathers on it, how can you eat it if you don't wash it? Take a step back, even if you are not afraid of getting dirty, you can't swallow that bite. →_→

There was no way, so he could only use the old method, Tang Qing dripped the spiritual spring water on the rope on his wrist and put it to the mouth of the flower feather bird.

Last time it may have been dazzling, but this time she was absolutely right, this magical bird's eyes were full of "Why are you always so unbehaved, I really can't help you." ”

Despite its displeasure, it lowered its head and pecked at the rope on its wrist. Goshoya

Maybe it was because after the flower feather bird flew away from the cave, Tang Qing stayed alone, idle, so he kept trying to prop up his wrists, leaning against the hard rock on the ground, grinding hard.

At this time, the flower feather bird pecked at the thick rope, which was very simple. The remaining two layers of pecking in the morning were also disconnected with a "swish".

After being tied for two days and two nights, the hands that regained their freedom froze for a while with poor blood circulation. Tang Qing endured the sour pain and slowly moved his wrists and ten fingers. It took about ten minutes for my hands to return to normal.

The thought of untying the rope on my wrist was already a lot of work. Tang Qing couldn't control it, and cursed in his heart, the group of people who tied themselves to the cave.

It's just because the technique of this bundle of ropes is too sophisticated. No matter how much I turned my wrist before, or tried to loosen the rope with my thin wrist, I couldn't untie it.

It wasn't until today that the hands were finally freed by pecking open with the sharp beak of the feather bird.

Tang Qing teased himself in his heart: Although the situation is not right, he is telling a joke. This one-size-fits-all and crude solution is really not in line with my previous aesthetics. But this time, every broken opening in this rope was beautiful.

After moving her hand freely, Tang Qing held the green fruit brought by the flower feather bird in the palm of her hand and looked at it carefully, but she really didn't see what kind of variety it was.

Well, it looks a bit like a combination of an apple and a pear, that is, there is no fruit pedicle on the whole body, and there are only two rounded sharp corners on the top and bottom. It looks like it's a little cute. The three oval-shaped fruits, almost identical in length, are so long that it is impossible to tell the size at all.

Tang Qing grabbed one casually and rinsed it with spiritual spring water, regardless of whether it was poisonous or not, or whether it was suitable for his own consumption, he gnawed it directly.

Things can't get any worse anyway. The space can't get in, and there are no plants in the cave. Tang Qing hadn't eaten for two days in a row, and even if he wanted to eat meat again, it was impossible for Tang Qing to stretch out his "claws" to the flower-feathered bird in front of him.

After all, this is his own savior.

The taste of the fruit in the mouth is not bad, for Tang Qing, who has never been hungry for so long, it is simply delicious. Originally, looking at the cyan color on the surface of the fruit, Tang Qing was also very worried that it would be very sour after entering it, but the taste was good, and it was a blessing of surprise.

I don't know what kind of rare fruit it is, but after eating it, the originally burning stomach seems to be soothed by a stream of clear springs. The injuries on my body don't hurt as much as they used to.

Tang Qing originally only ate one first, but within ten minutes, the stomach that had been soothed before had even more intense heartburn. The pain that seemed to subside urgently needed to sweep through the body again.

I don't know if it's a drink to quench my thirst, but at this time, Tang Qing couldn't think about something deeper at all, so he hurriedly picked up the second fruit, washed it, and put it to his mouth to nibble. And after that, the last one was quickly solved.

Fortunately, when he finished eating the last one, Tang Qing's stomach seemed to have completely calmed down.

Solving the problem of livelihood, Tang Qing finally mustered up the courage to face the wound on her face, she used the spiritual spring to clean up the blood stains on her head and face, maybe it was a psychological effect, maybe it was the spiritual spring water that really had the effect of cleaning and sterilizing, Tang Qing felt that when she was cleaning, the wound was tingling with sharp pain, but when she finished cleaning, she felt much easier than before.

Ignoring the severe blow of disfigurement, it is now the broken leg that is even more tricky. Tang Qing freed his hand and groped at the joint, and knocked on the joint without fear of pain, listening to the knocking sound.

Preliminarily, it can be judged that the bone is not broken. Tang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the strength in Wu Xinlian's hand was not great, otherwise if she fell down that time, how could this leg have a chance to recover. But the ligament is ruptured, and it is also a headache. Without any medicine, Tang Qing could only try not to move his legs, only hoping that he would be able to understand his condition better after a few days.

It is said that doctors do not treat themselves, and Tang Qing has not really done anything for others so far. In the last life, modern medicine has been relatively developed, and some broken bones still cannot be treated.

Wu Xinlian only wanted to fend for herself, and she didn't worry about whether she would escape from here.

In fact, she's pretty good. On the one hand, the leg injury she smashed made her unable to move for at least a month. On the other hand, a pair of hands is tightly bound by thick ropes, and it is absolutely impossible to untie them without the help of external forces. She probably wanted to starve herself to death, or she just couldn't survive and died on her own.

After eating three green fruits, Tang Qing finally regained some strength. She tore away the dead grass from the ground and gathered a thin layer of dirt on the rocks as far as her hand could reach.

This layer of soil is probably blown in by the wind. Tang Qing looked thoughtfully into the black cave. I always felt that something in the depths of the cave cut off my sense of smell.

Maybe just a big rock. Tang Qing guessed.

Pile up as much dirt as you can get it, and make up a clod of dirt the size of a small flower pot. In fact, Tang Qing didn't plan to grow anything out of them. She buried the remaining fruit core she had just eaten into the mound and poured a shallow layer of spiritual spring water.

The flower and feather bird that gave the wild fruit to Tang Qing, after signaling Tang Qing to eat the green fruit, retreated to the edge of the cave very consciously. Tang Qing guessed that it was considering the territory problem, so he gestured to it with his finger several times, indicating that he didn't care, but in the end, he was incapable of communication and had to give up.

However, it was Tang Qing who piled the soil together and buried the kernels, which aroused its interest. The bird, who had been standing firmly on the edge, didn't care about the turf problem that he had just taboo, and jumped to Tang Qing's side.

A pair of small eyes widened as if to say, "What is this doing?".

Tang Qing: "If you plant three today, maybe tomorrow you will be able to eat a lot of green fruits." With that, she felt stupid again. There is no way to communicate with words, and body language has no way to reflect one's thoughts, and how whimsical he is to explain to a bird.

It turns out that this beautiful bird of flowers and feathers is really just a little more human. It tilted its head and rubbed against the back of Tang Qing's hand, its claws quickly reaching for the clod of soil that Tang Qing had just buried. The movement is very precise, and he grabbed a buried husk with one grab. Originally, Tang Qing only thought that it was a curious fruit shell and wanted to take a look. But it is too difficult for a bird to understand the human mind, and vice versa.

The bird simply stared at the husk for a moment, and then shoved the damp mud-stained husk into its mouth with the next movement.

Tang Qing: ...... So the rope that tied itself before really didn't suit its taste. Otherwise, it wouldn't have swallowed the first few bites, and then focused on pecking and pecking. It is probably not strange for a bird that gnaws off even the husks to eat a few bites of rope.

In order to avoid the fate of the other two fruit shells being swallowed miserably, Tang Qing preemptively spread the previous withered grass on the clods of soil when the feather bird continued to stretch out his hand.

Even if a grass grows, at least you can see something green and make your mood happy. Take 10,000 steps back, and nothing grows in the end, which is also a spiritual sustenance.

Tang Qing pursed his lips, there was no moment in his life like now, and he felt more and more that the days of life were decreasing day by day.

So let's cherish what you can cherish.

The Flower Feather Bird was a little confused by Tang Qing's move of laying withered grass on the clods. However, it probably understood that the human in front of it probably didn't want to eat the rest of the husk.

Tang Qing's method of storing food was really incomprehensible to such a handsome bird as him.

The taste of the earth is quite strange to eat. However, different creatures have different habits, and it tilts its head and does not express dissatisfaction. As soon as he wanted to jump back to the place where he had stayed, he was picked up by Tang Qing's hand and held it in the palm of his hand.

Tang Qing looked at it seriously: "Hey, what's your name?"

In order to retain new friends, Tang Qing is also hard enough. Even if it is inevitable that the ending of the chicken and duck will be talked about, it is still necessary to brush the sense of existence in front of it, so as not to forget yourself after the little friend flies out to forage.

This kind of "alien" language, how can the feather bird understand, so it still tilts its head: "Squeak." ”

Tang Qing was a little happy, even if he didn't have facial expressions, he still felt that the other party was cute and cute: I must have practiced "fiery eyes".

It's not the right way to take advantage of it, Tang Qing controlled the desire to pull the corners of his mouth: "Squeak, you keep calling squeaky like this, do you mean that you call it "squeak"?"

Flower Feather Bird: "Squeak." "Why does this stupid mortal keep saying things I don't understand.

Tang Qing lowered his voice: "Then I will call you "squeak" in the future, if you agree, squeak." “

Flower Feather Bird: "Squeak." "qaq, even if you look at me with such gentle eyes, this handsome and invincible flower and bird in the universe will not abandon the concept of race and fall in love with you. Don't!

Soon, Tang Qing made a final decision: "Okay, I'll call you "squeak" in the future." Squeak, squeak, isn't it nice to hear. ”

Your little buddy, Flower Feather Bird - Squeak, has just launched a "white-eye attack" against you.

Tang Qing couldn't control his "claws of An Lushan", and secretly rubbed and touched the squeaky back: Eh, this feather is so smooth and soft. Just touch it again.

In about ten days, Tang Qing felt that his legs had improved significantly.

Every day that passed, Tang Qing would use the husk to make a mark on the stone wall. For many days in a row, the food every day was squeaky green fruits.

I don't know if it's the effect of Qingguo or the credit of the spiritual spring water, the wounds on Tang Qing's head and face have already scarred. In addition to itching when the wound healed, it was also necessary to always pay attention not to pick it with your hands, and the speed of the wound made Tang Qing amazed.

I was even more grateful in my heart, if it weren't for this life-saving bird, let alone ten days, I wouldn't be able to hold it for five days.

The branch she was holding in her hand was the one she had squeaked back from outside yesterday. Originally, it was intended to be used to move clods, but when his legs were a little better, Tang Qing used it to support himself to walk.

But even if it improved, in order not to let the wound worsen, Tang Qing didn't dare to walk more, at most he tried to walk two or three steps and stopped. After all, I just wanted to experience first-hand what a leg injury was like.

Now on the whole, the situation is still good. Tang Qing comforted himself that maybe in another twenty days, he would be able to walk normally. When the time comes, you must walk a little more, otherwise even if you are healed, you will walk on your legs and feet in the future, and outsiders will look unnatural.

In the days when he was lying on the ground and couldn't move, Tang Qing tried to use spiritual spring water to hook up other animals into the cave. But strangely, apart from squeaking, no other birds flew nearby.

In addition to green fruits, Squeak also brought in many other strange foods, such as a well-shaped leaf, a small red fruit that looks like a hawthorn, and a plant that looks like a reed pole.

At the beginning, Tang Qing always felt weird about eating these things, but after three or four days, she gradually got used to it, even if she couldn't eat meat all the time, she didn't seem to think much about it. It's like before, if you don't eat meat for five days, it's like you haven't eaten much all these days.

It can be seen that she is indeed a pseudo-vegetarian.

However, according to Tang Qing's observation, Squeak is a real vegetarian.

At the beginning, when he pecked Tang Qing open the rope that bound it, just smelling the blood on Tang Qing's wrist, he almost struck. After that, he only shared some strange plants with Tang Qing as food. Regarding this, Tang Qing was also a little confused. Judging by the sharpness of the child's beak, it is likely that he is a carnivorous animal. However, there are all kinds of indications that it is a pure herbivore.

It's puzzling.

Fortunately, after eating according to the squeaky recipe, after ten days of suffering, Tang Qing did not have any adverse reactions. There is no fanatical desire for other foods, and it seems that the food that Squeak brings to her these days does have some magical effects.

"Hey, you brought new food back today?" Tang Qing picked up from the ground, squeaking the fruit that had fallen from his paws. Maybe it's a matter of size, it's full of three in one paw. Together, Squeak brought back six small fruits. These fruits, of equal size, have a hard orange-yellow skin with a thin layer of fluff that seems to fall away with a brush.

This is not unusual. The things that Squeak brought back have always been washed and eaten directly, but this time it is necessary to peel off the skin. Tang Qing was rarely aroused by curiosity.

I can't wait to pick one up, and peel off the orange-yellow skin on the outside, and the inside is the crystal clear flesh. Tang Qing felt that it looked a bit like a lychee, but when it was in the mouth, it was not a taste at all.

That lightly milky aroma mixed with a hint of nutty unsaturated fats and maybe a hint of strawberry sweetness, this complex palate blends together to create a wonderful flavour. Tang Qing's palate was immediately amazed.

She gave a thumbs up and shook it in front of her squeaky eyes. During the period of dependence on each other, even though Tang Qing's language communication with it was completely ineffective, the simple body language seemed to be a little vague for both parties.

For example, if Squeak wanted to let her eat what it brought back immediately, she would keep pushing it to the ground in front of Tang Qing's eyes. Tang Qing sometimes played pranks, deliberately pretending not to understand, and then looked away. At this time, Squeak will only deviate its little head, continue to persevere, and continue to play with things, Tang Qing turned his head.

Then with a pair of cute little eyes, he looked straight at Tang Qing. Small appearance, not to mention how cute.