Chapter 1365: Trapped in the Trick (37)

"Hah!" the leopard man flew into the air and took a greedy breath of air, at least not to drown in the lake!

And the angle at which he flew out was exactly the opposite of the angle at which he fell into the water, and in an instant he broke away from the edge of the great lake and landed on the ground with a thud.

"Uh-huh-" As soon as Segrade got up from the ground, he couldn't stand the cold.

Fire! A fire must be lit right away!

He had learned a lot about survival in the wild from the Turkic elephants, and this was when it came in handy. He had to strip his soaked clothes in less than five minutes and gather firewood to make a fire to keep warm. This is the only way to protect him from hypothermia symptoms and save him from falling into a coma and freezing to death!

He took off his clothes as he rushed to fetch firewood, and a young and strong leopard man ran through the wilderness, and the picture could not have been more beautiful. But in order to survive, this is the only way!

He finally collected a pile of firewood, piled it up on a rocky ground without snow and ice, and with the resin of sperm pine, a pyre was complete. But then came the hardest part, what should he do to make a fire when he was soaked and shivering?

By the way, the kind of dagger that was given from the previous adventure of the Round Table Trial on a three-day trip across half of Africa had a lighter inside. There's still one hidden in it, in the pocket.

Segrade hurriedly fumbled through his pocket and soon found the dagger. The dagger's lighter still works, and there is still a little fuel in it. It's saved! Click, click. Segrade hurriedly wrenched the device on the dagger, trying to get it to spew even a trace of flame.

However, he realized that he was so naïve, and the dagger spewed out several sparks, but the flame was not hot enough to ignite the pine resin on the pyre. As time passed, Segrade became more and more desperate, and his arms became more and more stiff from the cold, and gradually he lost the strength to press the trigger!

No! I was helpless, so I had to wait for death. Segrade crouched beside the pyre and shivered wildly, so cold that he almost stopped thinking. The cold was rapidly eating away at every nerve in his body, and he felt like he was about to turn into ice, gradually becoming numb

Crash!

Someone sounded.

The fire was lit.

The firelight flickered, and the warmth began to spread around.

Is this a dream meow?

Segrade's consciousness swayed between wakefulness and obscurity.

Meow I'm dead?

Wrong. Half of his body froze, but the other half of his body went from numbness to tingling. There is no pain in heaven, and since it does, it must be a reality.

Segrade opened his eyes slightly and found that the pyre in front of him had been set on fire. He didn't die, and what he saw was not a dream. He soon caught a glimpse of a small lizard by the fire, the same little silver pseudo-dragon cub that had just played a trick on Segrade.

"You made the fire meow?" Segrade couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I was almost killed by you, but you saved meow again." We're kind of leveling out the meow. "Quack~?" The little silver pseudo-dragon turned its head sideways to look at the leopard man youth, of course it didn't understand human language.

"I'm not going to catch you, take it easy. Segrade said again. Only then did he remember that there was actually a little emergency dry food in his pocket, so he took out another small bag of dry food from his pocket, broke a little biscuit crumbs, and sent it to the little lizard: "This is a greeting gift, eat meow." The little thing stuck its head over and sniffed, and seemed to like the smell of the biscuits. It stuck out its tongue and quickly swept away the crumbs of the biscuit crumbs from the palm of the leopard man's young man.

"Quack!quack!" it jumped up and down with excitement, asking for more.

"Okay, I'll give you a meow. Segrade simply shoved the whole cookie to the little thing. The small pseudo-dragon is only the size of an egg, and when it picks up a cookie larger than itself, it has a different kind of cuteness. Segrade couldn't help but laugh.

The little silver pseudo-dragon moved closer to the fire again, and munched on biscuits next to the fire, as if enjoying this rare delicacy. It was half-eaten and full, and looked at the blazing bonfire in the fire, and scurried happily to itself, spitting out finger-thick flames from its mouth.

"So you can breathe fire too?" said Segrad reached out and teased the little pseudo-dragon, amusing the little thing to spin around. Just gave it a little food to buy this little guy completely, and the young pseudo-dragon was really easy to tame.

"Quack~" The little lizard climbed up along Segrade's hand, and soon scurried onto the shoulder of the leopard man.

"Hahahaha, don't do that, okay, itchy meow!" Segrade laughed amused. At this point, he didn't know how bad things had gotcome. By the time he found out what was wrong, it would be too late.

Relying on the heat of the flames, half of the leopard man's body was already dry, and he couldn't help but stretch out happily, turn his body over, and roast the side that was not yet dry.

"Whoo~" The little pseudo-dragon yawned and slept lazily on Segrade's shoulder.

"Oh, don't sleep just yet. "If this little thing falls asleep on the shoulder of the leopard man, he's in trouble. Segrade carefully picked up the pseudo-dragon and tried to make another bed for it, but looked around and couldn't find anything to use as cushions. In desperation, he had no choice but to spread the bag of food on the stone and use it as a mattress for the little pseudo-dragon. The food in the bag is empty, but the bag itself is very soft, which is a good mattress for the little pseudo-dragon. The little one yawned again with satisfaction, and fell asleep in an instant.

"Whew. Segrade breathed a sigh of relief. He's pretty much dry, and it's time to clean up the mess.

He looked back and saw that the snow was still littered with his untaken shirt and shorts. Because of the critical situation just now, he took off all his clothes except for his pants and belt (which was very important to have a pocket on the belt).

These clothes have to be dried dry. Segrade sighed and went over to clean up the pieces.

There was no one around, and if he could, Segrade would even want to remove the crotch around his waist. But this method of wrapping the crotch is too complicated, and it is very tight after being wet, and it is still wrapped by someone else for Segrade, and Segrade himself doesn't know how to wear this. Once you take it off, it's hard to put it back on. Segrade didn't want to walk bare-chested until he returned to the Grand Hotel in Cairo, preferring to put up with a half-dry, half-wet crotch cloth for a while.

But how strange is it?

Segrade picked up his shirt and pants and looked at them. The clothes were borrowed from Odin's father and were relics of the old man's son, Hank. Hank's stature should not be much different from that of Segrade, as they had previously been worn on the Leopard Youth's body to fit just right (or even slightly narrower). Why, however, - Segrade now holds these clothes in his hands, and feels like they are big out of thin air?

Probably a delusion?, Segrade frowned, soothing himself. Perhaps it was the cold weather that made his body feel numb, and his ability to distinguish size when looking at things was subtly skewed. Anyway, the drenched clothes had to dry out immediately, and they were almost covered with a layer of ice slag.

Segrade worked neatly, picking up some branches to set up a rack for drying clothes, hanging all the clothes on them, and baking them on the heat of the fire. He went and gathered some twigs and pine resin, and made the fire more vigorous, so that he could drive away the cold from his body. After about ten minutes of roasting on the fire, he felt that his clothes should be almost dry, so he took off his shirt from the hanger and planned to put it on.

What happened next made the leopard man young man's heart cold a lot.

No-fit--!

The short-sleeved top, which was supposed to fit well and was slightly narrow, doesn't fit well now!!

The clothes are a whole circle bigger!!

What the hell is going on?!Is it true that your clothes swell after soaking in water?!

But how is it possible!According to Segrade's knowledge, newly bought clothes will shrink after soaking in water, but they generally shrink, not bigger?!

This is a relic of Odin's father's son, and the old man has told him that he must return it when he is finished! However, after soaking in water, this clothes turned into this ghostly appearance, and Segrade felt that he would be slaughtered by Odin's father when he returned!

Segrade was so shocked that he immediately removed the shorts from the shelf and tried to put them on, praying in his heart that the pants would not shrink or swell.

But it was still swollen, a whole circle larger than the original, and it was wearing Segrad loosely, and it would even fall off without lifting it with your hands!

It's terrible! It's terrible! Segrade cried bitterly. Not only is his shirt swollen, but even his pants are like this! When he goes back, he will definitely be killed by Daddy Odin!

But wait, something seems wrong?

The leopard man youth stretched out a hand and took a closer look.

Sure enough, something was wrong. Are his cat's paws so small? Segrad seemed to understand something, and he didn't care about the pants that were about to fall, and hurried towards the big lake!

The wind is calm and calm, the level is like a mirror, and the surface of the lake reflects the face of the leopard man youth in a real and cruel way. His guess was correct, though it was the last thing he wanted to see it come true.

That's right, it's not that Mr. Hank's clothes have become bigger, it's that Segrade has become smaller.

The reflection of the leopard man youth in the water is not the original eighteen-year-old young man at all, but a little leopard who is only about ten years old.

Segrade is rejuvenated!