After the two of them finished eating, they returned to the tree again, and Xuhui suddenly asked, "Brother Shuo, why do you like to eat cooked food like the human race, and you eat so carefully?"

"That's called exquisiteness? That's what real cooking is that you haven't seen before. Sima Shuo said disdainfully, leaning on the body of the tree and sliding down, lying on his back and looking at the sky, and praised: "But it's good that you can roast a chicken like this for the first time." ”

Xuhui couldn't help but feel a little happy when he heard this, and even the troublesome things he had just dealt with the chickens didn't seem to be so troublesome.

This is actually a beautiful misunderstanding, Xuhui roasted chicken for the first time, the chicken was a little over-roasted, the meat was a little rough, and no seasoning was added, so both the taste and texture are far from delicious.

But Sima Shuo said that it was delicious and it was not a lie or comfort, but from the bottom of his heart, he did think it was good, so why did it lead to this, the main reason is that a carnivore has eaten vegetarian vegetables for five years, and the meat is not sticky, and suddenly let him eat meat, no matter what it is, he will feel delicious, just like a person who is about to starve to death eats a rotten steamed bun, he will feel as delicious as the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

Xuhui was still thinking about how to roast the chicken better tomorrow, and when Sima Shuo boasted again, he heard Sima Shuo ask, "Why did that tree monster named Brother Kui let you go?"

"He thinks I'm handsome, it's a pity to kill him. Xuhui said with a hippie smile, and then asked with a smile: "Then why did you come to save me? Is it because I am too handsome to bear to see death not to be saved?"

"Are you handsome, is the appearance of the Holy Realm so low?" Sima Shuo teased.

"What do you mean, jealous that I'm more handsome than you?" said Xuhui sneering.

When Sima Shuo heard this, he looked at Xuhui, put on a very serious look and said: "In terms of handsomeness, I dare to admit that no one dares to admit the first, because I dare to say that I am more handsome than me, I swear that I will kill him, and now you still think that you are more handsome than me?"

Forced by Sima Shuo's obscenity, Xuhui could only say indignantly: "Okay, you are more handsome than me, and I am the third handsome." ”

Seeing his deflated appearance, Sima Shuo felt very happy, and looked up at the night sky again, while whistling.

Xuhui listened quietly on the side, the relaxed and cheerful whistle was mixed with the sound of various insects in the mountains and forests, and the rustle of the leaves in the evening breeze, it felt like a musical festival, he couldn't help but close his eyes and enjoy it, his mind felt extremely comfortable, and the boredom in his heart seemed to have been reduced a lot.

After Sima Shuo stopped whistling, he saw that Xuhui had his eyes closed as if he was asleep, and he smiled and was about to close his eyes and prepare for sleep, when he suddenly heard Xuhui speak: "I made a deal with the tree monster that captured me. ”

After speaking, he paused, and seeing that Sima Shuo did not react, he continued to take care of himself and said: "I am from the Fire Raven Clan, I lied to him that I came to the 'Despair Ridge' by accident, and that tree monster wanted me to go back to the clan to steal the treasure after knowing about it." Fenghuo Sycamore Wood 'came to him, and he would take out the spring sandalwood tree seeds planted in my body, but in fact, the fact is that I killed the clansmen in the clan and came here unexpectedly while escaping, so it is impossible for me to go back, so now there are only five years left to live, and it is useless for you to save me now, it is better to let me die a hundred. ”

"Since you want to die, then I'll roast you tomorrow and eat it. Sima Shuo glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the night sky.

"Okay, anyway, you picked up my life. When he said this, Xuhui looked very indifferent, not quite like he was joking, like a dying old man who had seen through life and death in the world, his eyes were dim, and he had lost his previous look.

After being silent for a while, Sima Shuo closed his eyes and said calmly: "Your life is your own, whether it is life or death, it should be decided by yourself, not mine or that piece of wood, if you want to live, I will find a way to help you, but if you want to die, I will not stop you." ”

These words spoke of the traditional spirit of the Holy Realm, a bit of 'my life is up to me, not by the sky', which made Xuhui suddenly feel it, and couldn't help but open his eyes and look at Sima Shuo, the dead air in his eyes was swept away, and the hope of life was rekindled in his heart.

Looking at the people in front of him, he felt inexplicably at ease, since he left the group at the age of four, he struggled to live in the Desperate Ridge for two years, was preyed on, preyed on the prey, starved half to death, did not dare to sleep at night, for fear that he would never be able to open his eyes as soon as he closed them, every day is so fearful, the person or thing that can give him peace of mind has long been away from him, and now he suddenly feels it again, the sour vinegar and grievances in his heart suddenly gushed out, tears in his eyes are rolling, and finally he seems to have done his best, nodded heavily, and choked up: "I want to live!"

After speaking, he covered his head with his wings and cried silently, Sima Shuo did not make any reply, nor did he comfort him, as if he was really asleep, but Xuhui knew that he would help himself.

Early the next morning, Xuhui was kicked awake by Sima Shuo again, and then was taken to hunt together.

On the way, Sima Shuo told him about his hunting yesterday afternoon, which attracted a burst of laughter from Xuhui, who was a little angry at first, but after Xuhui explained the reason, he suddenly felt embarrassed.

It turned out that it was because Sima Shuo had only cared about cultivation all along, and had never hunted at all, so he didn't know that the animals in the Holy Realm could feel the breath of demons, and he didn't pay attention to the direction of the wind.

After that, Xuhui taught Sima Shuo how to restrain his breath, which was mainly divided into two aspects, one was to reduce the rate of breathing, and the other was to reduce the amount of inhalation.

This is Xuhui himself groped, so when Sima Shuo asked about the principle, he couldn't answer, only said that he found it when he secretly observed other demons hunting, as for the principle, he was not as curious as Sima Shuo, such a character may be related to his survival alone in the mountains and forests, because he does not have a "parent" who can let him ask questions.

After a run-in, the two successfully caught a fox and three fish an hour later, and also dug out a nest of birds on the way, took three of them, and left one, which is called eugenics.

When they returned to the entrance of the cave, the two worked together, with Xuhui in charge of removing hair and gutting, while Sima Shuo was in charge of scraping fish scales and cooking birds' eggs, and Xuhui was still in charge of the final barbecue and cooking.

This distribution seems to be very unfair to Xuhui, but in fact, it is not true, Sima Shuo is laborious in the cooking of bird eggs, the main reason for this is that there is no kitchen utensils, if there is a stone pot or wooden planks or the like, he can choose to make boiled eggs or fried eggs, but now he can't make either, which leads to this trouble.

He pondered for a long time, and finally came up with a solution, which was to first dip the eggs in water, then cover them with a layer of soil, then spread a layer of branches on top, and finally have Xuhui light a fire to bake them.

In this way, the two of them worked for nearly half an hour, making a mess, before they made a rich breakfast.

The two of them ate the food they made, and they felt very fragrant and delicious, but the taste was a little lighter.

After eating, I buried my bones everywhere and lay down comfortably on the ground and sunbathed.

"Keiko, do you think you'll have to try adding some toppings next time, it would be even better if you had salt or soy sauce!" Sima Shuo sighed as he picked his teeth with a small twig.

"Brother Shuo, I know the salt, what is that soy sauce?" asked Xuhui curiously.

"Eh~, I only know that it is made of a kind of bean, the taste is a little sweet, and a little salty, and it will be much better to add some when cooking. Sima Shuo explained vaguely, and then without waiting for Xuhui to continue asking, he sat up and stretched his waist and said, "Hmm~, it's not too early, it's time to cultivate." ”

Then he ran away in a little panic, secretly examining himself in his heart, he actually said carelessly for a while, and he was glad that the person who heard the words was Xuhui, who didn't know much about the holy realm like himself, and he could fool the past, if it was a reclusive beast, it would be troublesome.

Xuhui looked inexplicable, looking at Sima Shuo's figure leaving quickly, thinking about whether he should follow and cultivate together, but when his wings just flapped twice, dense dust sprinkled from them, choking himself to the point of coughing, and his eyes were so confused that he couldn't open them.

Only then did he realize how dirty he had been when he was roasting, and his feathers were covered with soot, and the feathers that were originally bright red and bright were now black and swarthy, the same color as ordinary crows.

Coming out of the dust, he didn't dare to wave his wings again, thinking that it was important to deal with his own hygiene first, so he walked towards the stream where he had just cleaned the fox's internal organs.

This stream is the only source of water on the peak, and it flows from a cave somewhere on the top of the mountain, and the bottom of the stream is clear, less than ten zhang wide, and the deepest water level is less than thirty feet, coiled around the peak of despair, like a ribbon, draped over the peak.