The water level of the creek has been raised by at least two feet, and the water surface has overflowed into a depression to form a small pond. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Occasionally, fish emerge from the bottom of the water and spit bubbles on the surface. The scrivener was moved, and the dinner of these fish was a godsend. He pulled up his trouser leg and went into the water to try it, it was not deep, and the deepest part was no more than the base of his thigh.

There were more fish in the pond than expected, circling the shore in groups, and they were clearly new to this new environment. The scrivener fluttered excitedly in the water, and the school of fish deftly passed by him, and for a long time nothing was found. Reluctantly, he came out of the water, chopped a few slender branches with a dagger, and sharpened one of them as a speargun. Waiting quietly on the shore, the fish approached and plunged in. A stream of scarlet flipped out of the water, and a large fish half a foot long stuck in the speargun. The scrivener flung the fish ashore in search of a second target......

In the hollow of the tree, Rena waited a little impatiently, it took so long to pick leaves? Faintly worried, she pulled her pistol out of the hollow in the tree. The scrivener was vigorously inserting fish on the shore, and when he saw her come out, he beckoned to her to put away the prey. Rena was stunned, she couldn't believe her eyes, and in a short period of time, she had managed to get more than a dozen big fish. Looking at the shuttling fish, she also wanted to try her skills. The scrivener stopped her, and the fish she caught was enough to eat, and the rest will be talked about next. The pond is a big storehouse, and the fish are stored exclusively for them.

The scrivener disembowels the fish with a dagger, and Rena helps by the side to wash it by the river. Carry the fish back to the tree hole. Rena made the fire bigger and roasted the fish on a branch and roasted it over the fire. The scrivener returned to the woods and cut down a few thick branches to form a simple ladder. He set up a ladder in the middle of the tree hollow and dug up the rotten wood above it with his head tilted. The heart of the big banyan tree is very rotten, and it is estimated that a large part of the tree above the head has rotted, and it is not a problem to burn the fire.

The smell of fish fills the air, and the scrivener comes down the ladder. Rena handed him a grilled fish. The fish is grilled until it is browned, and the transparent fat overflows from it, arousing the infinite appetite of the person. His eating appearance can only be described as gobbling up, eating the first one, then the second, and the third with lightning speed......

By the time I got to the sixth, my speed finally slowed down. Rena looked at him with a smile, her lips were stained with some fat because she had just eaten fish, and she was extremely red.

The sky is getting a lot brighter, the rain is getting lighter, and it will stop a little later. The scrivener took a few deep breaths, the air was no longer cold, it became very warm, and I finally wanted to see the sun that I had not seen for a long time! Together with Rena, he picked some mushrooms around. Under the baptism of rain, all kinds of mushrooms grow like crazy, some are thin and tall, like a walking stick; Some have large heads, like an umbrella; Some are clustered one by one, like a condensed hill bonsai.

It only took a few minutes to pick a large handful. There are fish and mushrooms, so you don't have to worry about eating them anymore. The two of them are very excited, the problem that has plagued them for a few days is solved, and there is no endless road, this sentence is so true.

Despite the light rain, the clothes were wet, and the two of them set their clothes on the side of the campfire to roast. The fire was blazing, and it was warm in the hollow of the tree. The scrivener box was sealed with stones to make the hole in the tree warmer inside. Lying on the soft dry moss, the mood is very pleasant, I haven't been so relaxed in a long time. The flood under the mountain made him feel palpitations, such a big water, how about the little monkey and Lu Shuting. If they are in a low-lying area, it is estimated that it will be difficult to survive these days. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh heavily.

Rena sensed something was on her mind and leaned over to ask him what was going on. Looking at the other party's bumpy body, the scrivener was a little uneasy. After a few days of recuperation, Rena's wounds began to scab over, and the dark scars stood out on the fair skin, much like ink spots on white paper.

Rena used her soft body to dispel the anxiety and pain in the scrivener's heart, he was in a mess, trying to calm down but couldn't calm down,

The hand unconsciously moved to her face, feeling the warmth and softness. The scrivener admits that he is not a saint, that he can be calm in the rain of bullets, and that he can stay strong when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, but at this time he is shaken. Rena is like a goddess who melts his composure and strength.

I don't know when the rain outside began to get heavier again, and the night was not destined to be peaceful......

A tough battle, Rena is ferocious and uses everything a woman has. The scrivener is losing and retreating, and the bottom line in his heart is losing step by step. Impulsiveness overshadows reason, and he begins to fight back unbridledly, revealing the true nature of men. It is in the nature of men to conquer, especially in the presence of women.

The scrivener caressed the scars on her body, quietly listening to the manic wind and rain outside, the night was very unpeaceful. He has experienced nearly 100 battles, big and small, and has killed red eyes many times, but he has never been so bloody. Rena is like a weapon of the utmost luxury, and every part is the ultimate in quality. She gasped softly, burying the scrivener's face in a soft place, this kind of lethality is deadly, the scrivener has seen many powerful weapons, and he has also swam on the edge of death many times, he can handle it easily. But this time, he was completely crushed, and there was only one thought left in his heart, to conquer, to conquer everything. Man and weapon merge and rush to a pinnacle......

Outside the tree hole, the wind and rain washed the woods, and the dense branches and leaves were sweaty, as if God wanted to release all the energy that had been accumulated for a long time. The same goes for a scrivener. Time seemed to stop when he erupted, tired, dripping, and hot sensations intertwined, and his brain froze, and he only knew how to hold the weapon in his arms, very tight, very tight.

Rena's facial features were slightly distorted, and she couldn't tell whether it was pain or pleasure. Her long blonde hair was soaked with sweat and hung down one by one on the back of her head. Everything fell silent, except for the manic sound of rain......

The heavy rain did not stop until dawn, and the sun rose in the morning, leaving the trees green and dusty. The scrivener box came out of the hollow of the tree, shivering, and the jungle was wet and cold. He came to the river, which became a great river, and the pond joined the river to form a bay. The scrivener box was plugged in and out of the water with a simple fishing fork, and a few large fish were found.

Rena also came out, breathing in the fresh air, looking like she was enjoying it. She talked and laughed with the scrivener, and disemboweled, and roasted the big fish on the fire. After last night's incident, the relationship between the two became intimate. Sometimes things are like a layer of window paper, once you poke it open, it will be a different situation.

The scrivener did not stop and continued to wave the fishing fork. Surrounded by water, this place has become an isolated island, and the devil knows if it will rain before it will fall, and when the flood will recede. It never hurts to catch a lot of fish and stock up on food. There are not as many fish in the bay as last time, in fact, it is not that there are fewer fish, but that there is more water. The river carries away a lot of fish, and at the same time new fish are replenished.

The sun rises and the sun shines into the forest, making it dazzlingly green. The long-lost birdsong appeared, the rustling of the bushes was faintly audible, and all kinds of animals began to come out in search of food, and everywhere came to life.

It took a lot of work to catch a dozen big fish and put them on the shore. Rena disembowels the fish and cuts it into small pieces and dries it on a stone slab. From time to time, birds would fall and peck at the fillet, and Rena had to use branches to drive them back and forth for a long time.

In just one noon, the water in the fish evaporates and is suitable for storage as dry food. In the afternoon, the scrivener continued to fish, throwing one after another on the shore, and Rena disemboweling and cleaning them one by one. The whole afternoon was very abundant, enough to sustain the demand for five days. The problem of eating is solved, and the two of them are in a good mood, humming a little song and being more motivated.

Suddenly, there was a rapid rustling sound in the bushes, and something seemed to be running fast. The scrivener didn't care at first, but the isolated island became a shelter, and there were countless animals of all kinds, and it was not uncommon for animals to be infested. The rustling sound became louder and louder, more than one direction, as if there were many animals coming from all directions. The scrivener became alert, and stepped out of the water with a fishing fork, his eyes alertly scanning the surrounding bushes. He was a hunter by training, and he had a knack for catching animal tracks.

Lying in the grass on the left was a thing, gray-black fur, not small. Wolf! The scrivener immediately reacted, the continuous rainstorm had made it impossible for them to forage for food, and now they were hungry, and it was time to hunt. The scrivener was not alarmed, he had seen wolves in the mountains when he was a child, and a wolf was not a big threat to him. But soon he found the second and third......

The scrivener slowly retreated with a fishing fork, obviously the wolves are running here, damn, they won't treat themselves as prey!

He didn't run right away, which would have provoked the wolves to attack.

The scrivener slowly retreated, but fortunately, most of the wolves were separated from the water and could not attack for the time being. However, the water more than ten meters wide may not be much of an obstacle for hungry wolves. The scrivener clenched the fishing fork, the fork head was stained with fish blood, and it was bewitching in the sun, which was not a deterrent to the evil wolf.

"Go back, I'll take it!" The scrivener reminded in a low voice, not daring to make too loud noises, for fear of provoking the wildness of the wolves.

Rena was still happily harvesting the big fish just now, and in the blink of an eye, the smile froze on her face, damn wolves, there are still a lot of fish on the shore that haven't had time to take away!

The scrivener is quite helpless, when is it still taking care of the fish, hurry up. There was Rena tied up in his cast. "Let's go!" He had to remind again.

Rena finally came to her senses and turned and ran towards the hollow in the tree. The old wolf, who was crawling in the trees, straightened up, and his gloomy gaze was on the running Rena, who could chase after him at any time.

The scrivener moved his body to block the old wolf's sight, pursued him, and passed him first. The harpoon in his hand was clinging to the blood of the fish, and it was bright red.