The tiger girl slept in my arms for a long time, saliva ran down her smooth chin and my belly, sticky everywhere, and the bald man who had just been ravaged only had a greedy eye, and several times I asked him to come over for me for a while, but this guy just avoided my gaze with a frightened eye like a plague.

I understood that he was scared, scared by something intangible, not a fist, but the heart of a master and servant between Huya and me.

We didn't move our nests, we were still stationed in this small open space with a radius of a few square meters, and the twenty-odd people did not feel crowded at all, because each of us understood that "you will only feel safe when you can see your companions".

The tiger girl in her arms is doing the most primitive communication with the bald eyebrows, and the content of this exchange is very complicated, such as:

"Come and hug me for a while, my arms are numb"

"Don't go, get beaten, it hurts!"

"What about that tiger energy just now?"

"She almost killed me, I was saving my life, not trying to hurt him!"

"By the way, why did you hit me in the neck? The fire hurts! ”

"Nonsense, next time I fight hard, I'll play Ding Ding!"

And so on, it seemed to be my only pleasure in the woods.

"You two are not finished? Don't look at the sky either? Do you want to eat? ”；

The voice of the hook, she said this to the already boiled rice soup, completely unaware of what she called Qingqing I mean me and the bald man? Or me and the tiger girl in my arms...

But the bald man and I were still unsatisfied, and we "played" for a while, but our stomachs were very honestly gurgling, so we had to pause;

I brushed the hair of the tiger girl in my arms and patted her face, women of this age are the most beautiful age in their lives, collagen greatly enriches every inch of her skin, and the feeling of the flesh on the little face returning to my fingers even makes me have an urge to move my hand down thirty centimeters.

It's just unfortunate that the tiger girl woke up, and the first reaction after waking up was to touch the dagger, the second reaction was to touch all the hard objects around him that might be used for self-defense, and the third was to look at me with sleepy eyes and a stunned face...

Pulled her up, and dragged up the bald man who was lying on the ground on his side and watched the tiger girl not even dare to say a word, and walked to the small fire, the fire has been dug out of a circle by the hook to set fire to protect the ditch, it is safe, we even smelled a long-lost smell of meat, but I don't know whether this meat is rabbit meat or what, as long as it is not human flesh, it is not so important to me.

I judged that the bald man's so-called "water problem" was probably caused by what he described: there was a pond (hot spring) with white smoke in the vicinity, and according to his description, drinking the water here would make the circles under his eyes frighteningly dark, and at the same time he would vomit and diarrhea, which seemed to me to be similar to the description of iron sulfur poisoning;

So I asked the hook to get a lot of leaves and boil them with the water first, let these little guys who can breathe in the water filter out as many trace elements as possible, and then make rice soup several times, but now I don't know if it's because I'm really hungry, or because the hook makes rice soup has a unique way compared to others, in short, my saliva was swallowed by myself several times.

"What did you put in there? Why is it so fragrant? Not afraid to summon the beast? I sat down next to the hook that was boiling with a large stick.

"I just put some grain and rabbit jerky, and add a few white worms in the rotten bark, you may be hungry, I will feed you first when it is cooked later", the hook's eyes were still so affectionate, and a pair of big eyes were like fans blinking towards me.

I thought I would vomit out all the bitter gall, but I ate the most, and I smiled and watched the tiger girl count the hooks and told her, "That man doesn't eat these wriggling game", but the hook passed to the tiger with that intoxicating eye: "Nonsense, look at his eating face!" ”。

It wasn't until more than 20 minutes after eating this meal that a feeling of wanting to vomit surged upwards from the bottom ten centimeters of my neck, and the more I endured it, the stronger it became, so it took me three minutes to swallow what I had spent 20 minutes to swallow, and even spit out a little bit of the aftertaste of the previous meal...

"I don't understand why they want to follow you... You can't fight, you can't eat...", the bald man leaned against a tree and said to me beside me, while I was observing the rough amber that I called the "Eye of the Yellow Spring".

As soon as the bald man said "eat", I imagined the wriggling white worm cooing in front of my eyes, and when I turned around, I spit out a few more mouthfuls, almost spitting on the eye of the yellow spring.

"You know a fart, in this life... Birth, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger and sorrow, if I get old one day, my grandson suddenly tells me: Grandpa, you are dying but you have never eaten the big white worm! At that time, will my life be in vain? I wiped the residue from the corner of my mouth and said to him happily;

"Shanna, do you remember the horse you asked for from the Spirits?" , the bald man suddenly asked after listening to what I said;

"What, you want to eat horse meat?";

"No, once I saw that there seemed to be a lot of grass stalks in the horse-drawn horse manure, and I thought if I could put the horse manure into the porridge as well, maybe it would come out with some fragrance... So that your grandson will ask in the future...";

"Fuck off!" , I scolded, in fact, I wanted to say: "Are you dead?" But I'm reminding myself that at this juncture, I shouldn't say such an unlucky word as "death".

"Do you think the treated water is really drinkable?" The bald man finally regained the evil smile on his face and picked up a twig;

"Well, the kind of water you drink is probably connected to the water veins underneath, although I don't understand what this is, but it's probably full of sulfur or something, and you don't understand it, to put it simply, horse manure or white worms eat too much, and they will vomit! Do you understand? I deliberately emphasized the horse manure;

"It's as simple as that? But some of us only took a sip of the water, and vomited up and down," the bald man asked;

"I don't know, that's what those TV series I've watched say anyway";

"What is a TV series?";

"A big box that can put the tiger in it, and the tiger can also take off clothes and take a bath in it!" I was amusing to the bald man, but the bald man was accustomed to this way of communication between me and him, and was not angry at my words in the slightest, and I knew that his momentary contemplation was only trying to reply with what kind of words.

But who knew that the evil smile on the bald man's face was still there, but he suddenly said: "Do you see if someone is turning over our jug there?" ”；

I was taken aback by his cold words, turned my eyes and nodded: "It's too dark, it seems, who, how did you take off your white robe?" ”；

The bald man fluttered and stood up: "That's not our people!" ”