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(6) After listening to the bow's words of encouragement, his head hesitated for a while, and his fear finally failed to resist the temptation of the pungent fragrance, and he tiptoed over. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"After the meat is roasted and sprinkled with some salt, the taste will be ten times more delicious than the raw meat.

Bow smiled and handed Vung Don a piece of roast meat.

Touton couldn't wait to snatch it and bite it, and his thick and messy eyebrows were slightly raised.

Tutu also ate up, he suddenly got up, with a knife in his hand, and ran quickly to the hole, the bow wanted to stop but didn't stop, he knew what Tutu was going to do, what he was afraid of was that he didn't know if the meat beast had been stripped of too much meat.

There was another mournful howl from the depths of the cave, and the bow helplessly glanced at the head of the hungry man......

When night fell again, he brought back several large bundles of firewood and grass, which were added to the fire one after another, and the flames rose and froze, illuminating and warming the whole cave.

Bow and Breakout sat around the fire, discussing their next move, and the bird jumped and stood leisurely on top of the bow's head, a pair of lively eyes glancing at the strange man from time to time. Vulton squatted a little farther away near the cave wall, becoming silent, wondering what he was thinking, probably not quite used to the close proximity of the fire.

Under the bright light of the fire, three huge swaying figures and a small bird shadow were cast on the rock wall, and the swaying black figures sometimes separated, sometimes merged, making the silent night in the barren mountains and mountains even more uneasy, or a suggestion.

Gong inadvertently looked back at Vung Dun in the corner, and somehow, he felt that the other party's eyes were a little different from the daytime, less real and vivid, and more disconnected and stagnant.

An indescribable sense of foreboding enveloped his heart, he leaned into Tutu's ear and whispered a few words, then turned his head and said to Vulton quietly: "Vung Don, Tu Tu and I are tired, let's go to sleep first, you can rest early!"

"Oh," Vung Don replied in a smug voice.

Gong and Tutu pretended to be asleep, their eyes half-open and half-closed, secretly observing Vultun's every move for a moment, for fear that something unexpected would happen.

Touton slowly fell to the ground, his limbs stretched outward, his head raised upward, as if stretching a great sloth, his eyes closed, his breathing evenly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Heavy drowsiness continued to intrude into the bow and stuop's last line of defense, and the fatigue of the day tugged at the loose eyelids, bringing them together heavily.

The Turbidity's defenses had been breached, and regular snoring was heard.

Bow seemed to be asleep and made the last resistance, so that he slowly couldn't tell whether he had fallen asleep or not, half-asleep, half-awake, a sudden wave of rising snoring made his nerves subconsciously tense slightly, and asked himself on the edge of his thinking: How long has it been? What is Touton doing?

Bow struggled to open a slit in his sore eyes, worried that he had missed something that was bound to happen.

In fact, he's already missed it.