The little furball cried and picked up the knife in his hand, only to hear the constant sound of "poof, poof" around him, and blood constantly splashing on his face. The little furball cried, and no matter what blood splashed, he just shook off his throwing knife vigorously. You are all liars! My mother died early! That's why, why you all want me dead! I want you all dead!

And that damn butterfly, so beautiful, but born to lie to me! Poof, poof! Poof, poof! The little furball flicked his throwing knife like crazy. After a while, there was no sound around, except for the stump of the butterfly, the broken wings of the butterfly, and the blood that splashed on the ground, and some broken flowers and petals.

The little furball collapsed on the ground and cried, "You are all liars, I don't want to transform into shape, I want my mother, I want Erniang, I want my chicken legs, I want my big bed, woo woo woo!" "I cried for a long, long time, and the little furball didn't seem to even be able to make a sound, so she could only choke in her throat, sad. After a long time, the little furball finally stood up, withdrew the throwing knife that had saved him many times, took it in his hand, and walked back to the stream step by step.

Lying in the stream, letting the stream flow over your body, over your face, and over your arms and thighs, maybe this will make you sober up a little bit. Stupid at the night sky, and after a long time, the little furball whispered to the night sky, "The little furball has no mother, Erniang can't go back, the chicken leg is gone, the rice intestines are gone, everything is gone, I only have myself and this knife now, everything can only rely on myself in the future, and the little furball will never cry anymore."

Where is Little Furball's home, Little Furball doesn't know, where is the way home, Little Furball doesn't know, but it doesn't matter, Little Furball will look for it, sooner or later I will find it. Then the little furball shouted to the sky again, "The little furball will never cry again, mother, you don't have to worry anymore, the little furball will find a home, and will find a man to marry and have a baby." I will come back to your grave to see you, and take my baby with me, mother, you wait. "'I waited for a long time, naturally, there was no one in the sky to respond, only the little stars blinking at me, and the eagle that had been following me did not know where it had flown to.

After tossing for most of the night, the little furball slowly stood up from the stream, withdrew his flying knife, and slowly wrapped it up, what should I do next? It seems that walking at night is even more unsafe than during the day.

Suddenly I felt something slip past my feet, and the little furball looked down, oops! Stupid and stupid, the little hairball is really stupid, there are some small fish in this stream, catch it to make do with it, I am a fox, catching fish is what I do, my mother used to teach me the first is to go up the tree, catch fish, said to be a fox will not do these two things but no, although there is no chance to fish in the past life, the hand is a little raw, but we have practiced after all. But even if you catch a fish, how do you eat it?

Eat raw, no, I definitely can't get this mouth, I haven't eaten raw things a few times since I was born, my mother always says that eating raw things will make me sick. But I can catch fish by myself, and I will never be able to cook by myself. Otherwise, grilling, compared to other ways to cook the fish, grilling should be the easiest.

Just do it. The little furball chopped a few branches with a throwing knife, and found a handful of hay and dead leaves. Without any tools for making a fire, the little furball chose a windswept spot by the river, and laid out the dead branches, hay and leaves he found layer by layer, with the dead branches at the bottom, and the dead leaves in the middle and the top of the hay, and carefully arranged the three layers, leaving a gap in the middle, and then picked up some thick branches and set up a grill on top of the hay, and waited for the sun to rise.

At the first moment when the sun rose in the east, the half-asleep little hairball seemed to have a sense, woke up violently, and quickly picked up a knife to the sun, reflected a ray of sunlight, projected it on the dry grass, and fixed the angle. Xiao Maoqiu thought to herself, I used this method to bake Wu's mother's blue crystal shirt to pieces, and it should be no problem to light a fire with this thing, okay, it's it, I'll catch a few fish, and there will be grilled fish to eat in a while.

The little furball jumped to the side of the stream again, the water of the stream was crystal clear, what is this called, oh, by the way, those sour people seem to call this weak water three thousand, hey, right? Is that what you say? Who knows, come on, I'm going to start catching fish! The little furball turned into a fox again, and began to lay its claws on the fish in the stream. At first, it was really unskilled, after all, it had been studied for too long and rarely practiced, but gradually, it found the trick, and after coming and going, it really called it to catch four fish.

But this look, oops, this river is really weak enough, there is not a single big fish, they are all small fish, this only tastes like spines, there must not be much meat, make do. It used a knife to roughly wash the fish and then walked back.

The little furball took the fish back to the fire, yes, there was already a little flame, and it was done! It hurriedly used a branch to pick up the fire, and then found a slender and strong wooden stick to string the four fish, set it on the fire and began to roast, it was easy to roast the stick when it was close, and the fish was not cooked when it was far away, and it took a long time before it finally felt that the smell of the grilled fish came out, and it smelled it, fragrant, really fragrant, what to eat when you are hungry is the taste of Xingshun Restaurant!

The little hairball ate the fish into his stomach in large gulps, and wiped his mouth with satisfaction, yesterday's peaches, today's fish are the two most satisfying meals since he came out of the city. I'm going to find Python Valley next, how do I get there? In this big mountain, I am not familiar with life. Ah, that's wrong, it's supposed to be unfamiliar. Looking at those monsters, they will wait there to dig a pit and harm their kind, which should not be easy to get along with. Who should I ask for directions? Hey, by the way, the second brother seems to have said that there is a lake next to the Python Valley, and there happens to be a stream here, will it be connected to that lake? Little Furball looked at the direction of the stream again, anyway, it also leads to the mountain, so let's go up the stream, maybe you can find it, and there are fish in the stream, even if you can't find the python valley, at least you won't starve to death.

So the little furball returned to the peach grove and cut two peach branches with a knife, and the branches of the peach trees were knotted and put on his shoulders, so as to enrich his existing barren menu. It went all the way down the stream to the mountains, humming a ridiculous and self-created tune, and became the little furball that was not compassionate and happy with what happened.

"I looked up, the mountains are also green, the sea of clouds is vast, where is my home, where is the way home, I ask the sky, the sky does not respond, I ask the earth, the earth does not respond, I bow my head to wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes, take the already heavy steps, I step by step forward, I step by step forward, maybe home is ahead, maybe the way home is at my feet.

I looked up at the green mountains, I looked up at the sky, but the ridiculous method is small, how can there be the panacea of soaring on the ground, I lowered my head and stepped on the quagmire under my feet, brushed away the thorny vines all over my body, chopped the demons and monsters that blocked me, I walked forward step by step, I stepped forward step by step, my mother will look at me, my mother will bless me, I will persevere, I will persevere, I will not give up, I will not give up, maybe home is ahead, maybe the way home has been stretched under my feet..."

The little furball walked along the stream for two days, and when the peaches were finished, they came to the foot of the mountain.

In front of me is a large forest, the trees here seem to be different from the trees in other places, the leaves are long oval, the size of an adult's palm, between the three or two leaves there will be a large spherical fruit, the outside of the ball grows many fluffy hairs, like a big thorn ball. Some of the thorn balls are red, some are green, and the red balls have small mouths open, and there seems to be something in them?

What is this, in fact, the most important thing for the little furball is whether this thing can be eaten? Are there any dangers? I was really scared by the various situations along the way. It thought that it might be safest to go away, but what if this thing could be eaten, it had only eaten peaches and fish these days, and it really wanted to change its taste. Little furball gritted his teeth! A stamping of feet, a cross-heart, wait for me to take a look.

It squatted not far away and looked at it for a while, but it didn't find anything unusual, and a bird landed on the tree and flew away, so it should be fine. The little furball first found a rock, and then leaned into a big tree in the outermost part step by step, thinking that I would turn around and run as soon as there was a situation.

Five or six meters away from the tree, it threw stones at the tree, and threw seven or eight of them at the big green or red fruits, but nothing unusual happened, only one red fruit was smashed down, and for safety, it found a long branch and stretched out to play with the fruit, and moved it away from the tree. At this time, the little furball took the knife and carefully walked towards the red fruit step by step.

When he got to him, the little furball jumped up and gave the thorn ball a knife first, it was very hard, it didn't pierce it, but it just peeled off a piece of skin, and the flesh inside was exposed. Ay! Scared the baby to death!

When I saw the flesh clearly, the little furball couldn't help but be amused by his cowardice, it turned out that the strange-looking fruit that made it all the grass and trees soldiers and wait for it turned out to be chestnut! Sure enough, I'm a city fox who has never seen the market! Immediately, the little furball smiled bitterly at the chestnut again, what am I called? Those poor sours said that they were "once bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of the well rope", which is what they are talking about now.

Okay, stop being sentimental and eat. So the little furball took on the form of a little fox again, and climbed up the tree with a smoke, and began to pick chestnuts. After going back and forth, the little furball has a little experience, and the ones that specialize in picking red openings are already ripe.

Seeing a large pile of chestnuts under the tree, the little furball withdrew his hand and jumped off the tree. But looking at the thorns on the outside of the chestnut, the little furball is worried again, how to eat this? I used to watch people in the city with a cauldron, and I don't have this guy, hey, everything is simple. So the little fur ball first peeled the chestnut thorn balls collected, and each chestnut thorn ball could be peeled out of the left, middle and right three chestnuts, what about the next step? The old way. So it started the process of making a fire, catching fish, and finally roasting the chestnuts in the fire, and the fish began to be grilled on top.

After roasting for a while, the little hairball was not at ease, afraid of roasting the chestnuts, so it began to churn constantly, and it was the same on the top, and after tossing for a long time, there were finally wisps of fragrance wafting out, well, it was too fragrant.

When the chestnuts are ripe, they snap and open their mouths, and the smell of hot chestnuts hits their faces. Little Furball was about to enjoy this feast beautifully, when he suddenly heard footsteps not far behind him.

The little furball hurriedly put down the chestnut that was going to reach the mouth, and looked back, a demon beast slowly walked out of the forest, looking around, it also saw the little furball at a glance, and looked at each other, Mom! What is it, it looks like a pig, but it looks much uglier than a pig, with two long fangs sticking out of its mouth, long spikes on its back, a slender tail, and a large ball-shaped thing at the tip.

Little Maoqiu thought to himself, looking at this outfit, whether it is the fangs or the spikes or the tribulus ball on the tail, it is estimated that any of the beckoning to his little arms, legs and small body is enough to kill me. Looking down at my flying knife again, I guess that with this guy's size, I shouldn't be able to kill it.