The raging flames engulfed the surrounding qiē, and Tsunayoshi coughed desperately, struggling to breathe, and jumped violently [Tutor 2718] tamestic.

Nightmare? The moment he woke up, he remembered that he was not at home at the moment, so there should be no fire, right?

"Ahem......" Before he could completely break away from his dream, a thick puff of smoke drifted down the wind, choking him with a violent cough.

No wonder I have dreams of a misfire...... Tsunayoshi looked up with tears in his eyes, but he saw that not far away, the lark was kneeling on the ground, taking the lighter that he had turned out of his bag and burning a fresh branch with green leaves, and the billowing black smoke was rising from the branch and then drifting in the wind [Tutor 2718] domesticated.

"Kyoya, what are you doing?" Tsunayoshi asked stupidly.

"You'll know when you see it, make a fire!" As soon as the lark turned around, he said angrily.

Tsunayoshi twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely, barely dragged his heavy body to stand up, and said helplessly, "Kyoya, there is too much water in the newly cut trees, and they can't be burned, no matter what, there is only smoke, so it's good to be an SOS signal...... If you make a fire, pick up the dry branches on the ground. ”

"Humph!" The lark surprisingly did not reply with a word of "bite and kill", and actually turned off the lighter, threw away the still smoking branches, swept away the messy branches in front of him, and then picked up the dead branches according to his words.

"Kyoya?" For a moment, Tsunayoshi almost wondered if the lark in front of him was pretending.

"Shut up!" The lark scolded.

Tsunayoshi blinked, and finally closed his mouth obediently.

I didn't ask him what he was going to do, or what happened to the one he had broken through - he knew with his toes that it wasn't going to end well.

Fortunately, it was winter, and although the woods were lush with greenery, there were still a lot of dead branches and leaves, and they were quickly picked up.

As soon as the lark puts a large bundle of dead branches on the ground, it will set it on fire.

"Wait, wait!" Tsunayoshi still couldn't help but interject, pointing to the dead branches and said, "This won't work, it's too tight, the fire will be extinguished quickly, and the branches must be staggered to create a gap, and there is air below to continue to burn." ”

"Long-winded! This kind of thing is also known! The lark glared at him fiercely.

Tsunayoshi covered his face...... It was easy to see that he had re-piled the dead branches, lit a fire, and the flames burned for a while, but they still stabilized.

The lark breathed a sigh of relief, only then did he feel the sweat on his face, and he raised his sleeve to wipe it.

"Don't move!" Tsunayoshi grabbed his wrist, pulled him to the river and sat down, then took out a towel and soaked it in the water, wringed it out slightly, looked back at him, and beckoned, "Come here." ”

"Do what?" The lark shifted and moved closer to him.

"It's really a little flower cat." Tsunayoshi held back a smile, pinching his pointed chin with one hand and carefully wiping his face with a wet towel in the other.

"Eventful." The lark muttered.

Tsunayoshi just smiled, but felt distressed for no reason.

The young man's delicate face was black and white because of the smoke, and there were a few blood marks that seemed to be scratches from a branch, which had not been treated, and as the soot was wiped away little by little, the lark opened a pair of phoenix eyes and looked at him quietly.

"Hands." Tsunayoshi wiped his face and neck clean, then took his hand to clean it, and said, "Then again, what do you do with a fire?" Isn't it a place where you are exposed? ”

"What are you afraid of, that's just convenient and you don't have to go out and bite one by one." The lark pouted.

"Truth?" Tsunayoshi raised an eyebrow.

"......" The lark turned his head away from him, and said after a long time, "Those who have a fever should eat hot food." ”

When Tsunayoshi heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned. Thereupon...... Is it for him?

"Weak herbivores aside." The lark got up and shook off his hand, took out a small camping pot from his backpack, poured half a pot of mineral water, and put it on the fire to boil.

"Kyoya, do you want to cook?" Tsunayoshi was stunned.

To say that the lark can cook, or the difficult wilderness, he absolutely does not believe it.

"Boiling water." The lark gave him a blank look.

"Poof—" Tsunayoshi laughed.

"If you laugh again, you'll be left to fend for yourself!" The lark said angrily.

"Yes, yes, yes." Tsunayoshi quickly bit his lip and stifled the smile behind him.

Well, his kitten is going to be angry...... His dinner hasn't been settled yet, so it's no good if he really annoys him.

Soon, hot air began to come out of the pot.

"Kyomi, there are compressed biscuits in the bag, break half of them and boil them in water." Tsunayoshi leaned against the tree, and he was weak and weak.

The lark was stunned, found the biscuit he said, broke it in half, and threw it into the pot.

As soon as the compressed biscuits met the hot water, they immediately dissolved, and with the churning of the boiling water, they gradually boiled into a half-pot of paste, and a wheat fragrance slowly wafted out of the air.

"The white bottle is salt." Tsunayoshi Road, "As long as ......"

The lark picked up the bottle as he pointed out, unscrewed the lid and looked at it, and with a tilt of his hand, he poured down the small half of the bottle.

“…… A little bit is enough. Tsunayoshi finished the second half of his sentence, and his face was stiff.

The lark was silent for a moment, picked up a spoon and stirred it in the pot, scooped a spoonful and brought it to his lips, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it carefully, and immediately frowned.

It's salty, it's bitter......

"Uh......" Tsunayoshi wanted to cover his face again. Oh his dinner!

The lark snorted coldly, put down the spoon, picked up the remaining half bottle of mineral water, and poured it into the pot [tutor 2718] domestication.

"Gong, Gongmi......" Tsunayoshi was dumbfounded.

"It's not salty, is it?" The lark said, stirring the contents of the pot vigorously, like a medieval wizard stirring potions.

You're going to die...... You're going to be poisoned...... Tsunayoshi kept twitching the corners of his eyes, considering whether it would be better to pass out immediately.

"Hey." The lark suddenly spoke.

"How?" Tsunayoshi responded.

"That peacock ......," the lark took a while to organize his words, "he was poisoned, so why did he throw him into the river?" It's not a battlefield. ”

"Gong Mi, don't you think it's ......" Tsunayoshi twitched the corners of his mouth, with a disgusting look of eating flies, and said flatly, "As a soul suppression rain that cleanses a qiē, that idiot is the one who should be cleansed?" ”

"............" The lark was speechless.

"By the way, how was the sneak attack just now?" Tsunayoshi remembered.

"Let him go with the peacock." The lark raised an eyebrow and replied cheerfully.

"Do you know what it is?" Tsunayoshi asked hopelessly.

It was a lark's white eye that answered him.

All right...... Tsunayoshi sighed, he didn't expect the lark to remember the enemy's information, anyway, for him, it was all herbivores that should be bitten and killed, and as a hunter, he didn't need to remember the face of his prey.

When the contents of the pot were boiled again, the lark carefully took the pot off the fire, poured a bowl, and ended it in front of Tsunayoshi.

Tsunayoshi barely squeezed out a smile, staring at the bowl in his hand that was supposed to be soup but now it was boiled into porridge and no soup, full of helplessness.

However, under the staring gaze of the lark, he had to take a sip with the determination to see death as if he were home—after all, this was the first time in his own life that his kitten had cooked for him, wasn't it?

Fortunately, although the taste is strange and still too salty, it is only the simplest ingredient after all, and it will not be difficult to eat.

After a day of tossing and turning, a lot of fighting, and being drained by poison, he really didn't have the energy to find fault with anything, and soon drank a bowl of "porridge" - accompanied by a bottle of mineral water to dilute the salty taste.

The lark sat quietly to the side, watched him finish eating, and silently cleaned up his things.

"Kyoya, sleep for a while." Tsunayoshi yawned, leaned against the trunk of the tree, closed his eyes, and said in a daze, "There are a lot of simple alarm devices around, if you are sleepy, you can rest, and you will be busy tomorrow." ”

"Hmm." The lark agreed.

Tsunayoshi really couldn't hold it anymore, and the second half of his words were said in a half-asleep state, coupled with the violent conflict between the two medicines in his body, he soon fell into a coma.

After making sure he was asleep, the lark picked up the remaining half bowl of "porridge" and scooped up a small spoonful and put it in his mouth.

Salty – and then there is no other taste.

After holding back and not spitting it out, the lark pursed his lips and ate the contents of the bowl cleanly, one bite at a time.

This taste, he will remember for the rest of his life!

Back under the tree, the boy took off the coat of the Kazeki uniform, covered Tsunayoshi, thought about it, lifted his clothes again, and got into it himself, hugged Tsunayoshi's waist tightly, and buried himself in his chest.

Tsunyoshi's body temperature is so high that even through his coat, he seems to be able to feel the heat coming out.

The lark touched his hot face, pulled on his coat again, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

On a January night, in the wilderness, the temperature is below zero, anyway, there is a natural stove, don't hug white!

The lark flattened his mouth angrily, rubbed in his warm embrace, and adjusted a more comfortable position.

Although Tsunayoshi was unconscious, he subconsciously accommodated the movement in his arms and made him lie more comfortably.

On the tree not far away, Antti squatted on the branch and bit her fingers, looking distressed.

After following the lark Kyomi for most of the day, and fighting more than once in the middle, she has a deeper understanding of this young man's strength, almost wild combat instincts, as if he was born for battle, no confused heart, perfect movements without a trace of mud and water, who taught it? What's even more terrifying is that he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, if it is another ten years...... How much does that make the shudder?

Do you want to sneak attack?

Antti bit down with another finger, even more undecided.

It's not the first time I see the teenager seem defenseless when he rests, but every time she makes a move, the counterattack she encounters always gives her the illusion that she has fallen into a trap. Even if he is asleep now, who knows if he will encounter a deadly counterattack the moment he gets closer?

However, no matter how entangled the girl is, the lark leans on Tsunayoshi and really sleeps soundly.

Not to mention that as soon as the alarm set by Tsunayoshi was touched, the subtle sound would definitely wake up his sleeping self, and even if he could bypass those alarms and sneak attack, he didn't believe that he would be unaware.

In the days when he was taken out to practice by the wind, he was sleeping in all kinds of wild environments, in addition to technical guidance and sparring, the most Feng did was to sneak attack him at any time and day and night, regardless of the occasion, thanks to that kind of practice, if you want to sneak attack him, at least you have to be stronger than the wind.