Oh, by the way, the wild fruit I ate just now didn't even wash it, there will be no problem, hurry up and drink saliva to rinse my stomach and intestines, and put my hands together on my chest and pray, "I don't get sick if I don't eat cleanly, I don't get sick if I eat it cleanly, I don't get sick if I eat it cleanly",

When everything was done, he picked up one of the eggs with his paws and looked at the sunlight, but he didn't see any difference from the egg except for the size. Forget it, don't bother it, eat. So the little furball used the tip of his claws to cut a slit on the bird's egg, sucking the egg liquid into his mouth, this just sucked in, the little hairball blushed, his eyes rolled, his mouth bulged big, he almost couldn't help but vomit out, this fucking is too unpalatable, and it is delicious, and it is a big supplement, and the mother is deceiving people again, the taste of this raw bird egg is like chicken shit, and there is a sour smell that rushes to the brain, it is too unpalatable!

My mother also took the initiative to dig out bird eggs to eat, and she must have been very sick at that time, and her head was burned. But looking at the remaining two eggs, and then feeling that my stomach is still empty, it's really okay, eat it, no matter how unpalatable it is, it can't be wasted. The little hairball heart is horizontal, gritting his teeth and stomping his feet, come on, today is today, isn't it just a bird's egg? Who's afraid of whom! Let's take a horse riding and squatting first, take a deep breath, hold your breath and concentrate, raise your head, stare at your eyes, and eat the remaining two eggs with one mouth.

But as soon as it finished eating, it ran to the stream and retched, it was too unpalatable, too unpalatable, and hurriedly lowered its head and drank a few large sips of cool stream water, and finally suppressed this burst of retching. The little furball looked at the sky, and looked at the green mountains in the distance, mother, you will manifest your spirit, say something, is our home here? And where is the way home? After watching it for a long time, shouting for a long time, there was nothing but an empty echo, oops, it's over, it looks like I can really only rely on myself.

The little furball is finally not too hungry after such a toss, but thinking about his current situation, it is better to hurry up and go to the Python Valley, at least there can be two righteous brothers to take care of it. But I don't know the way, so let's walk and see, and look carefully on the road, maybe I can find something else to eat. The level of Xingshun Restaurant is not to be counted on, but at least it is not too disgusting.

It was already noon, and the sun hung high in the middle of the sky, and the scorching sun shone the earth like a furnace.

The little furball walked for a while, and saw a towering giant tree in front of him, and there were a few beautiful flowers in the canopy, and there were many green vines hanging straight down, all of which were about to hang to the ground, and from time to time they would float around with the wind.

It looked up at the sun again, and it didn't seem too wise to hurry at this time, so let's rest here for a while. Thinking of this, the little furball involuntarily walked towards the big tree, maybe the blow just now was too big, it always felt as if it was doing everything as if it was stepping into a trap, it wouldn't be to scare itself. The pace under its feet slowed down and slowed, and at last it stopped when it was still two or three paces away from the tree.

There's no problem here, right? But there is always an inexplicable throbbing in the little hairball's heart, it seems that there is something wrong, but it should be okay to look at it, what could be wrong? At this time, the green vines began to sway with the wind again, and the amplitude became larger and larger, and it seemed that each time they swayed, they were a little closer to themselves.

Suddenly, the little hairball was like a lightning bolt in his brain, and the sound of birds and cicadas was calling, yes, that is, the bird calls and cicadas were not right, and the bird calls and cicadas here did not seem to come from this tree, which means that there was not a single cicada or a bird on the tree, is this possible?

No, look up at the beautiful flowers on the tree, it looks beautiful, but there is always something faintly wrong. Take a closer look, Mom! Where are these flowers, they are big round spiders, and those colorful are the patterns on the belly or back of the spider. Looking further down, the green vines seemed to be silk spit out of the butts of large spiders, each stranded around one of their legs. Looking down further, it's broken! The silk was drifting like it was coming from its side, and it seemed that it was about to touch itself.

The little furball was in a hurry, and regardless of any stones or mud behind it, it fell straight backwards, and the spider silk swept past its nose, which was simply too dangerous.

The little furball rolled to the side several times in a row, avoiding the attack range of the spider silk, but before it could catch its breath, it saw one of the spiders move, with its ass facing itself, what does this mean? At this time, the pattern around it was bright and dark, and a green spider silk flew towards it like lightning, and before the little furball could react, it was tied firmly. At this time, the spiders in the trees all moved, and began to climb down the trees one after another.

At this time, the small hairball lying on the ground couldn't even move, and it seemed that those spider silks had a paralyzing effect. The little hairball thought to herself, I'm done, no, I've just transformed, I haven't even touched a man, my mother and Erniang can touch every day and make money, I haven't touched one yet, and the child hasn't been born, so it's over, no. But what should I do when I see that the spiders have already come down the tree and are crawling towards them quickly?

There seems to be something broken between the struggles, oh, by the way, there is a knife in his hand, and as the spider silk is cut off, the paralyzing effect on its body is gradually decreasing. Seeing that the spiders in the distance were getting closer and closer, the little furball tried all his strength to cut off the spider silk that was surround him first, and he didn't have time to clean up all the spider silk on his body, so he rolled on the ground.

After such a toss, it finally got farther and farther away from the tree, and the spider silk without the spider gradually lost its power, quickly dried up, and fell off the small hairball. So the little furball got up and trotted away from the strange tree, and the spiders, seeing that their food had run away, had to turn their heads and climb back up the tree, and continued to wait for the next prey.

The little furball ran forward lifelessly, one foot deep and the other shallow, and he didn't care if it was a mud puddle in front of him, so he stepped straight over, and the splashing muddy water made it look like a mud man.

After running for a while, I had to get far away from the big tree. This is an open space, the little furball looked around, realized that there should be no danger, and then suddenly collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath for a long time.

Damn! What kind of place is this? Mother, you still say that this mountain forest is our home, open your eyes and see, where is our home? There are demons and monsters everywhere. Would you like to show the apparitions a way home? Woo woo, the little furball is whimpering again! I haven't cried a few times, but I heard a long cry in the sky, and the little furball looked up, Mom! The damned eagle hovers over the sky above him again, as if looking at himself, this place is not safe, run!

The little furball hugged his head and scurried away into the distance, feeling the pressure of being peeped at above his head increasing. No, run! It suddenly noticed a large rock in front of it, about ten feet high, and the little furball moved in an intelligent way, changed back into the shape of a fox, curled up and lay down with its tail close to the bottom of the boulder.

"Huhuhuhu...", the little furball kept panting, thinking that it would always be safer to stay here, there was a big rock above his head and behind him, so the damn eagle couldn't come and grab himself all at once, right? If it is landed, it is impossible to think about it, the eagle has seen it before when it catches something, and once it catches it, it flies away.

If you catch me and fly forward, the big rock in front of you will hit you and break the blood. The little furball looked to both sides again, but there was nothing, and when he looked up again, the eagle was gone, and there was no movement in all directions, and then he looked around, and looked at it four or five times again to make sure that there was no disguised trap, and one of his small hearts fell back into his stomach.

Rest a little longer, it's too dangerous, I'm not going anywhere, and when the sun goes down and the damn guys are home, I'll go out and try my luck at night. As soon as I thought about it, I fell asleep.

When the little hairball woke up from his dazed sleep, he looked up and saw that there were already a few stars hanging in the sky, and then he looked at the moon in the sky, the crescent moon seemed to hook, and there was a slight sound of insects in the distance, this night scene was so beautiful. It couldn't help but look at the sky, "Whoa, whoa, whoa," and then thought, forget it, stop barking, don't call the wolf again, and the fun will be bigger.

Looking up at the dark night sky again, I guess those damn guys should have gone home to sleep. Hehe, I can't fight you during the day, I'll hide, and I'll come out again at night. It looked down at its dirty fur, a lot of gray fur and mud stuck together, oh, if this was before, in the brothel, my mother would definitely not let me go to her bed, I guess I would pick up a broom and beat it all the time, but now, looking back, it is like a dream!

Wash up, I'm a civilized fox from the city, I can't just go with the flow, be as sloppy as these wild things. The little furball walked back to the creek as she wanted to, changed back to the appearance of a little girl, went down to the stream and played to her heart's content, and cleaned herself up and down.

It's done! Walking out of the stream, it picked up the knife on the shore, thinking about itself from the transformation to now, this knife has saved itself many times, but it can't be thrown away, especially during the day, without this knife to cut spider silk, hehe, it is estimated that he has become spider dung now. But along the way, you can only hold it in your hand, and there is nowhere to carry it, which is very inconvenient, and this knife is very short, and it is only suitable for hand-to-hand combat, what should I do? By the way, those spider silks, well, there is a way! The little furball walked forward, looking for it as he went.

The little furball carefully identified the direction and walked straight towards the mountain.

It walked cautiously for a while, and saw the big trees around it, and the roots of its hair stood up, for fear that it would run into the spider silk again, especially the green rattans. The little furball looked very carefully, and when it was confirmed that it was indeed rattan and not spider silk, it jumped up the tree, found a few relatively thin rattans and cut them down.

Falling back to the ground, it repeatedly compared the thickness of these rattans, and pulled each one by one with both hands, and finally selected the one that was thin, long and strong, and confirmed the required length, too long to use and laborious, short will lose its effect.

So it tied the selected rattan to the hilt of the knife, released a piece of rattan in his hand, and threw it outward. After repeated trials and attempts, I confirmed that with my height, arm length, wrist flexibility, and estimated that the distance of less than one zhang should be the limit, so I cut the required length with a knife, and then cut the rattan with a knife to remove the burrs, and repeatedly kneaded it in my hand to make it soft and tough, and then returned to the stream to clean it, and then wrapped the rattan around my wrist to hold the handle.