As soon as the sky was slightly brightened, Chen Bodhi got up. The weather is hot, and the little guy is not honest in sleeping, and the quilt is about to be kicked to the ground, spitting snot bubbles on all directions. Hachiko curled up on the other side, one man and one dog head next to head. Sleep soundly.

The quilt was re-covered for the little guy, and "Hachiko", who heard the movement halfway, opened his eyes and looked at it. Seeing that it was Chen Bodhi, he tilted his head and licked the little guy's face, maybe it was a little salty, and the "Eight Princes" grinned. The little guy took advantage of the situation to hug the head of the "Hachiko", and one person and one dog fell back asleep.

By the time Chen Bodhi made breakfast, the little guy had already washed his face and was staring at the "Eight Dogs" to wash his face. It's strange to say, although this "eight dogs" are a "dog", they are indeed a little too smart, just take this face wash as an example, they all learn how to do it. The two small pads were dipped in water and purred on their faces. Then he tilted his head and waited for the little one to wipe his face. Chen Bodhi shook his head, this kind of thing can happen through it. It's really not unusual to meet a "dog" who can wash his face.

After the two little guys finished washing their faces, Chen Bodhi gave them clean salt and willow branches.

By the time the little guy and the "Eight Princes" finished breakfast, Chen Bodhi had already packed his bags.

There's nothing to pack, and my little belongings aren't full of boxes.

After tidying up, the hut was carefully cleaned again, and then the door was closed. There were still embers left on the campfire in front of the door, as if the owner had just gone out for a while. Carrying the box, the big hand holding the small hand, and the small hand holding the "puppy". Just go to an unknown world.

The little one had never been far away, and the farthest distance was in the woods not far from home, fluttering butterflies. So I was in a state of curiosity all the way through. When you see something you haven't seen before, you have to shout. Compared with travel, the little guy regards this trip as a spring outing.

Chen Bodhi did not stop the little guy's play, for fear of affecting the little guy's playfulness. I also mess around with the little guy. For example, if the little guy wants to see what the finches in the tree look like, Chen Bodhi will take off his backpack. Climb up the tree, the yellow oriole on the tree to a nest, a nest of little orioles thought that their parents brought food, with a big mouth to be fed. The old yellow bird hovered over Chen Bodhi, accusing the two guys of stealing the child with a terrible cry.

The little one looked at the little oriole and touched it with his hand. The palm of the hand pecked by the little yellow oriole is itchy. Carefully fed each bird with porridge soup. Then he motioned to his brother to give the bird's nest back to others, but didn't he see that other parents were waiting to see their children?

This is also the point that Chen Bodhi is most satisfied with the little guy, although sometimes he will be more arrogant, revealing some little willfulness, and he is used to being boundless. But there is always no lack of kindness in the little guy's body.

Put the nest back for someone. Keep going.

Along the way, introduce the little ones to the scenery along the way.

When the little guy is tired of walking, put the little guy in the modified wooden box, and carry the little guy on his back to continue to hurry.

The speed couldn't be fast, and it didn't go until the sun went down before I walked to the place where the wolf king fought last time.

The bones of the Gray Wolf King had already been eaten by the scavenging animals. Not a single hair was left.

Except for the epitaph carved with a knife on the cave where the White Wolf King was buried. For the rest, not the slightest trace remained. As if the previous Great War never existed.

"Hachiko" felt a wave of unease since he came to this place, as if he smelled a familiar smell. Snort and look at Bodhi Chen and the little guy. The familiar smell is all there, how can there be an extra one? The little braincase couldn't figure it out, just sniffed it all the way. I didn't smell it until I was in front of the cave and I was sure that it was coming from. But the whole hole was filled with stones, large and small. "Hachiko" couldn't get in, and the stones blocking the door creaked.

Chen Bodhi stopped the little guy from stepping forward to help the "Eight Princes". Just let it sit on its own

I washed the fresh wild vegetables picked along the way and cut a few fatty slices of pickled pork. Add some more dogwood, and a delicious pot of hot stew is out of the pot. The little guy served it in a small wooden bowl, and then picked two thick slices of fat for the "Hachiko". also specially sacrificed a bowl to the "White Wolf King", which can be regarded as a gesture of gratitude. His bowl was used as a sacrificial utensil, and Chen Bodhi simply used the pot to eat. Chen Bodhi sweated after eating, and the wild dogwood still had a strange smell, and now if it was a little spicy, Chen Bodhi felt that he could not change it for an emperor.

The little guy still went to accompany the "Hachiko", and the "Hachiko" didn't even eat fat today, pitiful.

After dinner, the moon is on the branches.

Chen Bodhi moved one of the fires, and covered the vacated area with a thick layer of branches and leaves, and then put a wolfskin mattress on it. In a few moments, the heat from the ground came up from the wolf's skin mattress.

After Chen Bodhi arranged everything, he called the little guy to come over and sleep. After a long day's journey, you have to get a good night's sleep to recuperate.

"Hachiko" finally guarded the entrance of the cave and did not come, this may be the last time the "Hachiko" and "mother" will stay together, Chen Bodhi is unwilling to disturb, so he came to the "sleeping couch" with the little guy in his hand.

I washed my hands and feet with hot water, smeared anti-mosquito herb juice, and ordered a bunch of wormwood, which upset people with many mosquitoes in the forest in summer. After packing up, the brother and sister lay down on the wolfskin mattress, ready to sleep. In addition to the burning bonfire, the "Eight Dogs" have the habit of dividing their territory every time they go to a new place. Chen Bodhi is also not afraid of the night attack of any large beasts.

The little guy is still full of energy, and has never had the experience of "staying overnight in a barren mountain", plus he has a vision for the future. This led to Chen Bodhi, who was a little tired, and it became a luxury to sleep peacefully.

"Brother, brother, don't sleep, you haven't told you a story yet."

Afraid that his brother would fall asleep, the little guy simply sat on Chen Bodhi's stomach, and his little hands grabbed Chen Bodhi's two ears and shook them back and forth.

If you dig a pit yourself, you have to jump down with tears.

Chen Bo reminded him to wake up and began to tell stories to the little guy.

"Today, let's tell the story of an ugly duckling......"

Another beautiful fairy tale was "narrated" by Chen Bodhi.

"The ugly duckling will always become a swan, so the girl will also become a beautiful white swan in the future." Chen Bodhi told fairy tales while not forgetting to pat the little guy's "fart".

The little one thought for a moment.

"But the ugly duckling is a swan himself." The little guy said with a slightly melancholy look in his eyes.

Listening to the little guy's philosophical conclusion, Chen Bodhi looked at his sister in front of him with strange eyes.

"Which TV did you see this from?"

Chen Bodhi was a little skeptical that the little guy also had a "thousand-year-old demon" like himself living in his head.

"TV? What kind of TV, is it a snack like osmanthus cake? I haven't eaten it yet. ”

The secret of himself from another world, Chen Bodhi intends to rot in his stomach and not share it with anyone. Man's most primitive fear comes from the unknown of things themselves, and the best way to do the incomprehensible is to destroy them directly.

Chen Bodhi didn't want to be sliced in the Tang Dynasty 1,300 years ago.

Chen Bodhi finally determined that the little guy was not a time-traveler like himself. But even so, I was shocked by the little guy's early wisdom.

"Chen Liuli is also a demon!"