At this time, the wild boar seemed to be looking at the little furball, and then sniffed it in the direction of the small hairball with its nose, and white hot air spewed out of its nose, and its hooves were also uneasy to dig on the ground.

Seeing this situation, no matter how stupid the little furball is, he knows that this guy is going to fight with himself. Then turn your head to look at your delicious meal, and fight! To defend your own feast! As soon as this idea came out, it was rejected. If you want to fight with it, the possibility of becoming a big meal by yourself is almost ten, run, it's really a little unwilling. I want my roasted chestnuts, I want my grilled fish. Thinking of this, Xiao Maoqiu was crying in his heart, is it easy for me to make such a big meal, I am about to eat it in my mouth, so let this beast be yellow, bastard, sooner or later I will kill you to eat roast pork.

At this time, the wild boar had already begun to run, and there was a slight tremor from the earth, and the little furball was still making its last struggle, and began to shout in the beast language, "Wait, Brother Pig has something to discuss." "The other party is still three hundred paces away,

"I have roasted chestnuts here, don't worry, give them to you," the other party was still speeding up and had two hundred and fifty steps, "There is also grilled fish, if you don't have enough to eat, I'll bake it for you, don't worry." "Shouting here, the little furball is about to cry, there are only one hundred and fifty steps left, there seems to be no sign of stopping, the little furball helplessly shouted in the bottom of his heart, you bastard pig, but if you don't leave, you are really hit by the other party's fangs, then your own little life is ironclad.

At this time, the little furball had changed back to the appearance of a fox, and was about to turn away, but he felt the ground stop trembling under his feet. There is a door, turn your head and look again, the distance is less than a hundred steps, the wild boar stopped, but still maintained its original appearance, the front legs arched, the hind legs tightened, the back straight, only to hear the wild boar howl at the small hairball "Hmph!" Then the eyes suddenly turned blood-red, the straight back collapsed for a while, and the tip of the long vertical thorn on the back flashed red, Mom! Not good!

The little furball jumped forward with all the strength of his body, dodging most of the long thorns that flew over, but there was still a long thorn that made intimate contact with his soft little ass.

The little furball only felt that his buttocks were cold, and he didn't care about stopping to check, and he was afraid that he would be seen through by the other party when he kept running in one direction, and shot himself with a long stab, and the other party's speed was faster than his own. When it entered the woods, it hurried up to a big tree, holding on to the trunk with one paw, and the other paw kept beating its still trembling little chest, and felt that it was trembling all over its body.

Scared the baby to death, scared the baby to death, the little hairball was sweating profusely and wet all over. It secretly rejoiced in its heart that I didn't die this time, oops, this time it was too hanging, too hanging. Oops, it looks like even your ass is sweating, hey! Ay! Ay!! No, it hurts! Hurt! It's a hot pain, and it seems that he was touched by a long thorn just now. The little furball quickly uses its little paws to mold, damn! The blood of a paw. Looking down, the road that ran over was also a little red.

Look at the wild boar, sitting by the fire that he had made before, holding the roasted chestnuts with his two front paws, and eating with great pleasure. After eating the roasted chestnut, he threw the grilled fish into his mouth with a wooden stick, and then burped, and then shook his head, hum! Hum! It screamed twice, and walked slowly back to the forest from which it had come.

Only then did the little furball dare to tremble down the tree, change back to the appearance of a female baby, hold the injured buttocks with one hand, and pick up a long wooden stick with the other hand as a temporary crutch and pestle on the ground, limp back to the fire, and look carefully at the place where the wild boar disappeared, to confirm that it has gone far and will not come back, then pull his neck and scold in the human language, "You bastard wild boar, your mother is also a bitch pig in the forest, give birth to you a rogue pig with no eyes, I will make you roast pork sooner or later..........."

scolded so much that his mouth was dry. Forget it, it's addictive, I really scolded it back, or it was heard by other demon beasts and passed into the ears of that wild boar and chased me, and I won't give up my little life. But on second thought, I deliberately scolded in the Terran dialect just now, and I guess the other beasts shouldn't understand it when they hear it.

Then he limped to the side of the stream, picked up the water and began to wipe the wound. Oops! It hurts me to death, you hooligan pig, and you still attack my ass, I don't know if this female fox is still a virgin, if you really let you break your body, you have to pay me for the rest of your life, I will eat you. Oops, it hurts, it hurts me! Barely washed the buttocks and found a few large leaves to wash in the stream, and pasted them on the buttocks, the little hairball thought, now there is no medicine, let's make up, if this leaves a scar, I don't know if it will affect me to find a man in the future, forget it, let's talk about it later.

So it limped back up the tree again, dangling its ass in the air and resting. The next day, I barely found some chestnuts, but I didn't dare to roast them, for fear of attracting the mad pig again, so I ate them raw. It was like this for two days in a row, and on the third day, the wound on the buttocks finally scabbed over and didn't hurt so much.

The little hairball squatted on the tree in a daze at the rising sun, recalling the good life he had lived in the city before, it was really like a dream in the past, when he was jokingly called "Little Hairball" by his sisters, why, just because he ate and slept well, he was fat and fat, as cute as a woolen ball.

It's like now, I can't eat enough and don't have enough clothes all day long, not only that, but there are all kinds of unknown dangers, and if I don't pay attention, I will give away my life. Under the double oppression of body and mind, the current little hairball is skinny and dry, and in just a few days, the former style is gone, where is it still like a "civilized fox" from the city.

Ah! How did you get into such a miserable situation now? I'm so miserable by that goddamn shapeshifter! Forget it, I don't want to. It's been three days, and I guess the rogue pig should have gone away, and his ass didn't hurt so much, but after all, it was bleeding, and I had to find something good to nourish it. At this time, the taste hallucination of the visual taste appeared again in the delicious taste of grilled chestnuts and grilled fish, and this temptation was really unbearable. Go get some pine cones, tidy up the meal, and comfort your wounded little heart.

The little furball walked two or three miles along the stream, found a windy and dry place, about fifty or sixty steps away from the stream, and began to prepare for the feast.

He went to the chestnut tree and picked a large pile of chestnuts and brought them back in two parts. With his previous experience, the little furball took small openings of the chestnuts one by one, so that the chestnuts were easy to ripen and safe, and he took all the pine cones stored from the tree and put them aside, and began to collect firewood to make a fire. After the fire is lit, the little furball goes to catch the fish.

Today was lucky, and in a short time it caught six big fish. The little furball carried the fish back to the fire, added a few sticks of firewood, and the fire was blazing. The little furball hummed a small tune of his own while churning his barbecue, and the aroma filled the stream. The little furball is doing all this smoothly, and the movements are skillful, and he is no longer in a hurry a few days ago, and he is at a loss, and before he knows it, the little furball has grown up.

But at such a warm moment, a familiar face appeared by the stream, and a huge head was raised, looking at each other, right? What kind of shit luck did I take, why did that rogue pig come again!

This time it learned to be obedient, without a word, picked up the knife and ran to the nearest woods, ran into the woods with a snort, held on to a big tree and looked back, the hooligan pig sat in his original place like last time, left and right bowed, grabbed a large handful of roasted chestnuts on the left and threw them into his mouth, and the right side was still gnawing on the grilled fish, and finally swept all the pine nuts peeled by the small hairball with his fat tongue into his mouth. When he had eaten and drunk, the boar burped, shook its head, and slowly disappeared into the stream. Dare to love this guy to eat the overlord meal with a meal.

The little fur ball smashed the trunk with his little fist, you hooligan pig, greedy pig. Then he greeted the eighteen generations of the pig's ancestors. Back at the fire, watching the fruits of his labor disappear, the little hairball sat on the ground and pondered, you bastard, you bully me and beat you, I have to make you a roast suckling pig this time! Then it plunges the knife into the ground hard, what to do? What should I do? Take your time, don't rush, the little furball is the smartest fox, let me think about it, think about it, well, um, well,.......... yes, yes, that's it.

Little Furball moved to another spot this time, but the stream was still not far away, about seventy or eighty paces, on the edge of a small forest. There was a big rock on the edge of the woods, and the little furball was next to it and began to prepare. It first found some thick branches from the woods, and used a knife to prune them into spikes, and then removed the burr branches, leaving only a foot or two long.

Then it began to find some large boulders and put them together with the boulders at the edge of the woods, and finally picked up some hay and firewood. The little furball was busy picking things up throughout the day, and at night he started digging holes. It turned out that it was to dig a big trap and fight back against the insatiable boar.

It's been busy for three days, and everything is ready.

On the fourth day, the little furball prepared chestnuts, fish, and pine cones as usual, and everything was done, and the little furball sat on the pit he set up and began to make a barbecue, in fact, he also muttered a little that if he didn't leak himself, it would be a piercing fox, but if it was too strong, the rogue pig wouldn't fall down, and he wouldn't be busy in vain.

Little Furball deliberately found a big leaf from the woods and fanned it, and while making a barbecue, he greeted the eighteenth generation of the pig's ancestors, the greedy pig didn't come to count you cheap today, and if you dare to disturb me to eat barbecue, I will... Before he finished speaking, a bad wind came in the forest, blowing the trees in the forest, the blades of grass flying, and the little hairball was delighted, and my roast suckling pig came to the door. It hurriedly dropped the barbecue in its hand and ran to the edge of the stream.

As soon as he came to the edge of the stream, the fat pig had already leaped over the boulder and came directly to the little furball, Mom! Why don't you eat barbecue and chase me, don't chase me if you are a hooligan pig, I'm not a sow, you still really want to play hooligan, watching the wild boar behind you getting closer and closer, the little hairball didn't dare to bother more, a brisk step into the stream, three times and two swam to the other side of the river, looking back, the hooligan pig did not follow, just sprayed a few white gas on himself, screamed a few times to go back to eat barbecue.

I saw that the rogue pig had just walked to the place where the little furball had been, and after the "click" sound, the smoke and dust were flying. The little hairball jumped high on the opposite bank, clapped his hands and shouted, it was done, and then jumped into the water and swam across the stream, came to the side of the barbecue on the opposite bank, and looked down to see that the greedy pig was lying in the trap howling, and there were really a few branches penetrating its skin, and blood was splashed in the trap.

The little hairball spat downward, bah, let you rob me of the barbecue, let you play hooligan, I made you a roast suckling pig today, and then pushed the fire into the pit with his hands and feet, and suddenly the flames in the pit were churning, and the hooligan pig screamed even more fiercely. At this time, the wild boar barely stood up.