"What the hell is a sheep?"

"Why do they keep counting sheep?"

In the early morning of the next day, the spider laughed at the eight dark circles under her eyes, and lay on the leaves weakly and wailed in pain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And at this moment, the all-night noise in the white house below continued to stimulate his fragile nerves:

"Brother Fantuan, start counting sheep!"

"Hee-hee, let's see who falls asleep first!"

"Rock-paper-scissors, haha, you count first. ”

"1 sheep, 2 sheep, 3 sheep...... 166, 167, 168...... Hey, no, no. ”

"What's wrong?"

"We didn't count 155, so we just skipped it. ”

"Oh, no, soap, my brother is not good at arithmetic, you little guy, don't lie to me. ”

"Hehe, brother Fantuan, let's do it again! Count 1,000 sheep, see who falls asleep first, and whoever counts wrong, hit whoever has a handboard, and don't let Laipi!"

"Wow - I surrender!"

"1 sheep, 2 sheep, 3 sheep, 213, 214 ......"

For a whole night, such conversations repeatedly bombarded Spider Xiaofeng's ears (cold hair), making his 8 sharp eagle eyes turn into panda's smoky eyes, and the whole person was on the verge of collapse.

He couldn't sleep, but he wanted to lie quietly on the leaves to recuperate, which was not good, and from ten o'clock last night until this morning, the sheep in it had been counting endlessly, and it was a ridiculous old rhythm!

It's like a caterpillar that keeps eating away at his endurance, and even more so that he can't imagine why these stupid bugs are saying the same thing over and over again.

And the tone and content are exactly the same.

This made Spider Xiaofeng angry and admired, turning into him, even if he repeated what he just said, word for word, I am afraid it will be difficult to do it.

And the two strange insects in the white house actually laughed exactly the same every time they spoke.

……

He kept rubbing his eyes and snorting, and he really couldn't understand: why did they have so much energy to count the sheep all night, and what the hell was this sheep?

He felt that his blood pressure had soared by 100 degrees overnight, and at this moment, this cruel conversation continued to tease every cold hair on his body:

"Brother Fantuan, start counting sheep!"

"Hee-hee, let's see who falls asleep first!"

"Rock-paper-scissors, haha, you count first. ”

"1 sheep, 2 sheep, 3 sheep...... 166, 167, 168...... Hey, no, no. ”

"What's wrong?"

……

"Whew-" Spider Laughing Wind finally roared madly: "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

He was so loud that the leaves flew up, but he didn't shut up. The two humans in the voice continued to happily count the sheep.

The spider laughed and roared and pounced on the white house, and began to tear and bite at the wall of spider silk again, just like at a certain time last night.

Tearing and biting, it suddenly stopped.

Through the hole, he was shocked to find that the whole white house was empty, only a new spider silk curtain was woven on the tree hole, which obscured the inside so that it could not be seen clearly, and the sound of counting sheep came from the tree hole.

What's going on?

He looked shocked and then confused.

He had glanced at the tree hole before, but it was only a shallow hole, which could not accommodate 5 strange insects and 3 spiders at all, which made him not have enough brains to see.

And at this moment, the sound of the sheep was still coming from the hollow of the tree, as if ten thousand sheep bleated up to him, and each of them kicked him in the head as it passed.

Spider laughing is going crazy.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

He stood on the roof and yelled like thunder. His brain was drowsy, his steps slipped, and he rolled down from the white house with a "click" and lay on a leaf.

It took a long time to recover.

At this time, the morning sun rises obliquely, and the chirping of birds can be faintly heard in the distance, and even one or two howler monkeys can be heard in the distance.

Of course, the most intimate thing with the spider laughing wind is the sound of counting sheep one by one floating from the white house.

This is simply ghostly, and the spider laughing wind is dripping blood.

He was hungry, tired and angry now, and the only thing he needed was to eat well and sleep well.

Therefore, if he was smart, he should have given up this hunt, but as soon as this thought fermented in his heart, he was fiercely suppressed by another voice in his heart.

It has come to this point, with such hard work, my self-esteem and stubborn character, I will never allow me to give up halfway, never!

……

The mind is set.

He gritted his teeth and crawled up, gulping and drinking the dew on the leaves, while carefully scrubbing each of his eight eyeballs with saliva.

The cool feeling inside and outside his body suddenly lifted his spirits, and he looked at the white house and thought with a cruel smile:

I have dew outside, and I drink as much as I want, and how many days can you keep the water inside?

In order to save his strength, he did not fly over one step, but with great effort, climbed back to the leaf on the top of the white house along the crooked branches.

However, the incessant and perverted voice of the sheep really made him unbearable, and if he continued to listen, Spider Xiaofeng felt that he was not far from a split personality.

So he bent all eight of his hands and feet, pressed all the toes under his belly, and covered all the auditory hairs (the cold hairs responsible for hearing), and now he felt much better.

However, this undoubtedly increases the burden on the eyes.

His eight eyes, when he lost his hearing, had to keep staring at every move outside the white house, and he couldn't let go of any clues.

Just like that, it stood motionless like a leaf.

From morning to dusk, and then from dusk to the next morning, he has been holding on with superhuman perseverance, and he feels that his willpower has gone up a level.

Persistence pays off.

That night, the damn sound of counting sheep finally suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The spider laughing wind is exciting!

They were so hungry that they didn't have the strength to count any more.

He peeked through the hole in the white house, and there was a dead silence in the house, and all the strange insects and spiders were still hiding in the hollows of the trees, and none of them dared to come out.

It's been a day and a night, and they don't even have the strength to climb out of the hollow in the tree?

When they don't have the strength, that is, when they have their own food, they will have a big heart just thinking about it! Let you go crazy and let you wave, and in the end it will become my food!

……

After surviving the last hungry night, the next morning, Spider Xiaofeng couldn't wait to lie at the mouth of a hole in the white house, ready to take action.

First, he tentatively shouted inside, but there was still no response, so he slipped one of his legs through the hole and swirled cautiously around the ceiling.

The sharp cold hairs on his toes, he couldn't feel any breathing sound, he was overjoyed, but also regretful, it seemed that they were really all finished.

It could be death from thirst, or it could be faint from hunger.

For he had not heard the sound of humans and spiders drinking water for a day or a night.

Spider Xiaofeng roared excitedly to the sky, it is really a fruit of victory where there is a will, and only those who persist to the end can win the fruits of victory.

He had to speed things up, and if the spiders and humans inside expired and turned sour, it wouldn't taste good.

With the double advantage of being unhindered and the cobwebs that had become less solid after three days of wind and sun, it took him an hour to finally tear a big hole in the impregnable white house.

With the joy of harvest, after squatting for three days and two nights, he finally walked in for the first time, with steps lighter than the wind, with a smile warmer than the sun,

To harvest his eight lives. (To be continued.) )