In view of Mu Fushu's resolute refusal to go home, Mu Zhongjun could only let the four fathers and sons of the Meng family go back with their prey first, and he and Yang Weng and San Lang stayed. Mu Fushu rolled his eyes, glanced at Yang Weng and said, "Mr. is in good health, let's go back first, it's not good if the old disease recurs." ”

Yang Weng knew that the eldest lady wanted to support herself, and it was not interesting to stay like this, so he also agreed: "I and the three boys will go back first, and Meng Cheng will stay." ”

Mu Fushu doesn't care, Meng Cheng is a wooden one, and he is not afraid that he will mess up the plan. As for San Lang and Mu Zhongjun, as long as they are careful, they should be fine.

Waiting for Yang Weng and them to go away, Mu Fushu looked around and walked south.

Mu Zhongjun and Meng Cheng followed behind, and San Lang knew that she must have something, so he walked beside her without a sound.

After walking a short distance, a large open area appeared in front of me, and on the left was a babbling stream, about the water of a mountain spring flowing down from the mountain in front of me. At this time, it was just after noon, Mu Fushu stopped and said, "Let's stop and rest and eat something." ”

Before going out, Lin brought them dry food and water, and everyone sat on the ground and ate.

Mu Fushu ate absentmindedly, looking at the surroundings while eating. Her knowledge of plants is completely in the books in the past few months, and she has no experience in physical comparison, so it is a little difficult to distinguish, and she has not seen the edible crops she knows after eating the two buns.

Saburo saw her eating and looking around, thinking she was looking for prey. He stepped forward and said, "There is a stream, and animals will come to drink water when they are thirsty, but we are sitting here, and the timid animals dare not come......"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a not-so-small sound of scolding from the bushes in front of him, and he saw seven or eight tall and slick wolfdogs on the other side of the creek, led by a wolf with a gray fur as smooth as satin.

Mu Zhongjun and Meng Cheng's first reaction was to protect Mu Fushu and San Lang and take a few steps back. San Lang also stood in front of Mu Fushu.

Mu Fushu was nervous, but by no means afraid.

She had seen wolves in the steppe.

The location of that expedition was in Inner Mongolia. The organizer claimed that the location of the treasure map in her hand was the tomb of Genghis Khan, although she didn't believe it very much, but just when she was bored, she took Sister Mei and a few other bodyguards to join. Unfortunately, I wandered on the grassland for two months and didn't find a place, and when I was about to return, I met wolves.

That time was much more dangerous than it is now. They didn't meet the same pack of wolves, but several. At first, she hid in the SUV and watched the bodyguards fight the wolves. Because they had guns, at first it was overwhelming to kill the wild wolves, and then the first wolf became smart and began to disperse the attack, until Mu Fushu's two bodyguards hung up the color, and she climbed out of the sunroof of the off-road vehicle and took shotguns to support.

On that occasion, a group of nineteen killed more than a hundred wolves.

This time, there were only eight wild wolves, and Mu Fushu didn't take it to heart. Although she did not have a gun, she had a bow and arrow.

When Mu Zhongjun and Meng Cheng escorted Mu Fu Shu Saburo to retreat, the wolves also saw them.

Wolves are very cunning animals. Until you figure out the strength of the enemy, they generally do not attack lightly.

Mu Fushu took out a short bow and arrows as he retreated, and shot three arrows in the gap between Mu Zhongjun and Meng Cheng's tall figures blocking her.

Mu Fushu's three arrows were all aimed at the head wolf. The first two were shot in the neck, and the last one hit the right eye.

San Lang only heard three "whoosh" sounds, and before he could react, the head wolf had already fallen violently.

The remaining seven wolves hadn't seen what was happening, and Mu Fushu, who didn't have time to reflect on the regression of his shooting performance, shot two more arrows, this time hitting the stomachs of the two wolves respectively, probably because Mu Fushu's strength was relatively small, and the two wolves did not die, but just howled and rubbed on the ground, as if they were going to rub the arrow out.

Meng Cheng and Mu Zhongjun were already stunned, and San Lang also stared at Mu Fushu in disbelief. Their classes were taken together, and the eldest mother's archery had only been learned for a few days, so it was so accurate. His quasi-head is okay, but in the face of fat and strong wolves, no one will be so calm, right?

The wolves were killed and injured in a blink of an eye, and the remaining five wolves, because they had no head, although they roared angrily in place, they only roared a few times, and then turned around and ran into the depths of the dense forest.

Meng Cheng and Mu Zhongjun drew their bows and shot arrows, killing the remaining two wolves that pierced Mu Fushu's arrows deeper in the midst of the wailing struggles. Then he dragged the three wolves to this side as if he were sleepwalking.

San Lang took Mu Fushu's bow and looked left and right, no matter how he looked at it, it was the same as his own, only a little newer and smaller than his own.

Mu Fushu knew that he had shocked them, so he looked up and said innocently: "Is this a roe deer?" ”

San Lang's body shook for a moment, and Mu Zhongjun and Meng Cheng almost fell: it turned out that the eldest lady thought it was a roe deer!

Mu Zhongjun wiped his sweat and said to Mu Fushu: "Auntie, this is not a roe deer, this is a wolf!" ”

"What? Wolf? Mu Fushu blinked his eyes wide, his mouth flattened, as if he was about to cry: "How can it be a wolf, I thought it was a stupid roe deer......"

At this moment, Mu Zhongjun and San Lang were distressed. The eldest lady didn't know that this was a wolf who was so bold, and she knew that she wouldn't tell her, and she was scared! Even Meng Cheng looked guilty and sad.

Mu Fushu deeply applauded his wit and acting skills!

With three more wolves, it won't work if you don't go back now. These three wolves don't know how to get them back yet! The wolf meat is rough, people don't like to eat it, and the fur is a good thing, although it is a little damaged, it is still okay for personal use.

Mu Zhongjun and Meng Cheng decided that they didn't want the wolf meat, so they only skinned and took it away.

Mu Fushu and Saburo wandered around the clearing. Because they were afraid that there would be wolves in the forest, they did not dare to go deeper.

Mu Fushu observed San Lang while walking, only to see that he followed him step by step, and he was afraid that she would make a mistake. After all, he was just "frightened" by a wolf.

After walking a few laps and knowing that he had no chance to "discover" a new species today, Mu Fushu was a little discouraged. Sit down and watch Mu Zhongjun skin their wolves. Meng Cheng is very experienced, moves quickly, and looks at the forest from time to time while peeling.

Mu Fushu "chuckled" in his heart. The wolf is very vindictive, she killed the first wolf, and the rest of the wolves have no leader for a while, and may fall into civil strife in a short time, and after a fierce fight, a new head wolf is elected. So will the new wolf seek revenge on her?

Seeing that Mu Fushu was deep in thought, San Lang didn't bother her, just looked around carefully. He had hunted and knew that the smell of blood would attract other animals, so he was very careful, and only expected Uncle Mu and Boss Meng to move quickly and evacuate quickly before the large animals arrived.

The three wolves were quickly skinned. After washing away the smell of blood in the stream, the wolf skin was rolled up and put into a carry-on bag, and the four of them began to walk back.

The road when they came was just walked out, the traces were very new, and the four of them walked very smoothly. About as they were about to leave the forest, they heard the roar of large animals.

All four froze. The roar just now was clearly a tiger roar, that is, there was a tiger in front of it.

Mu Fushu remembered that tigers couldn't climb trees, and reminded softly: "Go up the tree." ”

Mu Zhongjun and Meng Cheng glanced at each other and agreed. The four of them climbed two stout trees.

Mu Fushu and San Lang were on a tree, condescending, and saw that about a hundred meters in front of them, there were faintly several wolves surrounding a large white animal. San Lang exclaimed: "White Tiger! ”

The white tiger is auspicious.

In this era, as long as it is an animal that is different from ordinary people, it is called auspicious. The White Tiger Cliff ranks in the top three.

Mu Fushu wanted to take out a telescope or camera from the space, glanced at Saburo, but extinguished the idea.

The five wolves surrounded the white tiger, and the white tiger didn't run away, although the movements were clumsy, they still fought desperately. Mu Fushu looked at it for a while and saw that something was wrong. No matter how smart a wolf is, it can't beat a tiger, why is this tiger so useless?

When San Lang heard a voice behind him and turned his head, Mu Fushu had already slipped off the tree quickly, and he was so shocked that he didn't dare to shout, so he had to follow behind.

Mu Fu secretly covered up before the tiger and wolf battle, only to find that the white tiger seemed to be injured, half of his body was covered in blood, and only two of the five wolves were left, and the other three were dead.

Meng Cheng and Mu Zhongjun also rushed over, and the bows and arrows in their hands were aimed at one tiger and two wolves.

The white tiger seemed to notice that someone was coming, and glanced at them, and Mu Fushu actually saw that the white tiger had tears in his eyes.

Her heart softened, and she whispered, "Shoot the wolf!" ”

Before the words fell, Meng Cheng and Mu Zhongjun's arrows brushed over, the two wolves fell, and the white tiger seemed to have exhausted its last bit of strength and also fell, but its eyes still looked at Mu Fushu and shed two lines of tears.

Mu Fushu knows that animals have intelligence and feelings, and the white tiger sheds tears at himself, does he want to save it himself? But if it comes forward, will it bite itself? She hasn't even had a dog, and she really hasn't had any experience with animals.

Meng Cheng was bold, stepped forward to take a closer look, and said, "Huh", "This big insect has just given birth!" ”

So that's it! Mu Fushu finally figured out why the white tiger was so weak but refused to leave, thinking that its cub should be nearby. She walked forward slowly, and the white tiger saw her coming, and his eyes looked in the other direction. Mu Fushu followed its gaze, there was a small cave less than thirty meters in front of her, she walked over, the hole was not big, it didn't look like a white tiger's residence. Further inside, the light was very dim, and it took a while to get used to it. There was a small haystack on the ground against the mountain wall, on which lay two little white tigers the size of cats.

Mu Fushu walked out with two little white tigers in his arms, the white tiger struggled to stand up, but unfortunately it was all in vain, it was already weak after giving birth, and it was almost exhausted in a big battle, and it was about to die.

Mu Fushu handed the little white tiger to San Lang, walked cautiously to the white tiger, and said something in his mouth: "I'm cowardly, don't bite me......"

The white tiger actually stopped struggling as if he understood, and lay down in place and gasped. Mu Fushu tentatively stretched out her hand, and the white tiger actually licked her hand. Her hand was a little painful from the rough tongue licking, she slowly stroked the head of the white tiger, took out the water bladder filled with the space well water she was carrying, and approached the white tiger's mouth. The white tiger first licked it carefully, and then took a big gulp.

Mu Zhongjun and San Lang were very nervous, and the arrow in Meng Cheng's hand was always aimed at the head of the white tiger.