Maybe it's the rainy season, and this Jurassic heavy rain has been raining for six days.

Water, but don't worry, the rain of the Jurassic can be regarded as a pure natural, pollution-free high-quality water source.

And eat, although the compressed biscuits are a little choking, but the taste is still quite a lot, eat a beef today, eat a spiced tomorrow......

In short, although confined to the tent for 6 days due to heavy rain, it seems a bit monotonous, and there is nothing to complain about in the dialect.

On the 9th day, the sun finally shone on the ground again, and the rain slowly subsided......

In the early morning, Fang Yan was woken up by a shout, and when he opened his eyes, he looked a little tired, with headphones on his ears, and the tablet connected to him had automatically turned off.

Even the power bank made of graphene can't support the consumption of dialects to cultivate immortals day and night to watch movies, and finally the last trace of power was squeezed out last night and completely struck......

"Ha ......"

Fang Yan rubbed his eyes, took off his headphones, looked at the newly exposed sky outside, and lay down again.

"Wow! Phew! ”

"Ahhh......h

Fang Yan shouted, put his hand on his forehead, and said to himself helplessly, "You can't be quiet......"

"Wow! Phew! ”

The unrelenting cry sounded from the outside again, Fang Yan sighed, his upper body stood up again, opened his tired eyes, groped out the remaining biscuits from the bag next to him, and pinched a piece of it.

"You're the granary you used to be......" Fang Yan muttered, opening the curtain and looking out.

Misty and rainy, clouds and mountains are foggy, and the cool breeze is blowing......

"So the rain is about to stop!" Fang Yan muttered, he was a successful immortal cultivator, and his consciousness was still a little blurred.

"! The rain is almost stopping! He exclaimed, and finally came back to his senses, and his consciousness was instantly clear,

Hurriedly groping his way to his feet, Fang Yan walked out of the tent.

The drizzle hit his face, bringing a breath of refreshment, and after a few deep breaths of fresh air, the dialect shouted into the distance,

"Ahh

"Ah...... Ah......h

A long echo began to sound, and Fang Yan smiled, feeling that he was alive again, and then turned his head to look at the pterodactyl on the side.

"You little pterodactyl, it's yours!" Fang Yan smiled and put the biscuit in his hand away.

"Whew!"

The little pterosaur screamed, stretched out its slender mouth, opened a mouthful of biscuits in Fang Yan's hand, raised his head and swallowed it, and then continued to look at Fang Yan.

"It's gone!" Fang Yan said, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"Whew!"

The little pterosaur tilted its head, barked again, opened its wings and flew out, hovering in the air, and flying off into the distance......

Fang Yan looked at it and smiled.

In these seven days, I didn't do anything, but I got acquainted with this little guy, and I didn't feel any loneliness during the week.

Ever since he had built a nest for him and given him food a few times, the little pterosaur had spoken in tongues, and every day he would come to the front of the tent and tilt his head and bark twice.

After waiting for Fang Yan to take out the biscuits, he ate them in one bite, and then screamed twice, and then turned around and walked towards his wooden house.

Then he opened his little eyes from inside the hut and looked in the direction of the tent through the rain curtain.

It seems to be grateful, or perhaps curious......

"Lucky little one!" Fang Yan smiled, shook his head, and took a few steps forward.

Although the rain has basically stopped, the ground still looks slippery, and the mountain peaks next to it are shrouded in clouds and mist, which also has a bit of a fairyland flavor.

The river has widened and the water has become more rapid, puddles have accumulated on the plains, and the cries of dinosaurs have reappeared in the forest, outlining a thriving scene.

The distant sun gradually bloomed with its own brilliance, and the drizzle gradually stopped, leaving only the breeze blowing, and the first sunny day after the rain......

After looking at it for a while, Fang Yan walked to the side of the mountain road that went down the mountain, and the successive heavy rain destroyed the road, which looked muddy and muddy, and there was no way to get down.

Alright, no need to go down now!

Fang Yan shook his head and sighed, walked back to the tent, took out the solar charger inside, and placed it on the ground, aiming it in the direction of the sun.

A faint green light began to glow, proving that the machine was in working condition.

Looking around, Fang Yan took out some more things, put them on the slippery ground, sat down, and supported his chin with his hands,

The slab was out of power, the road down the mountain was too slippery to walk, and the forest below was heavily waterlogged......

Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is nothing left for me to do except be in a daze......

……

Boredom is a scary thing......

So the dialect chose something to divert his attention, such as repairing the wooden house.

Maybe the pterosaur had another home, maybe the little one wouldn't come back, but if it encountered such a situation in the future, the cabin could also give it a place to shelter from the elements.

The hands on the watch kept spinning, and after reinforcing the wooden house, Fang Yan cut off a raincoat, tied it to the wooden house, and then ripped the winter clothes in the backpack and spread it inside.

Clapping his hands, looking at the wooden house in front of him, which had been renovated, he smiled, took out the rifle from the tent, spread a film in front of him, and began to disassemble the parts of the rifle, carefully and carefully......

"Wow! Phew! ”

A familiar cry sounded in the air, Fang Yan raised his head, and the little pterosaur fell from above to the ground with something in his mouth, and then slowly walked in front of Fang Yan.

"Whew!"

The little pterosaur screamed and put the contents of his mouth in front of the dialect, which was a fish still writhing......

Fang Yan looked over, raised his head again, looked at the little guy in front of him, and laughed.

The little guy who knows the grace of the newspaper!

"Whew!"

The little pterosaur screamed, as if urging Fang Yan to eat it quickly.

The fish was still bouncing on the membrane in front of him, but he didn't have much strength, and Fang Yan looked at it, but he was worried.

If you can't make a fire, you can't roast the fish, and I don't know if the fish can be eaten, and if there are any germs and parasites......

"Wow! Phew! ”

The little pterosaur shouted again, and flicked the fish to the dialect with its pointed beak.

"Alright! Thank you! Fang Yan said helplessly, grabbed the fish, walked towards the tent, reached in, and packed the fish in a pocket.

"No ......," he said, walking back and sitting down, spreading his hands over the little pterodactyl.

"Whew!"

The little pterosaur screamed, tilted its head, and its little eyes showed a puzzle, and finally spread its wings again and flew off into the distance.

Fang Yan smiled, looked at the direction of the little guy's departure, and suddenly sighed.

The animal is really simple, and it can remember it very well if others treat it well......

For a whole afternoon, in the Jurassic period after the rain, the dialect continued to receive gifts from the little pterosaur - 3 fish, 4 oversized praying mantises, 2 beetles......

Maybe it's not precious, maybe it doesn't seem useful, maybe it's even a little strange, but in the eyes of the little pterosaur, these things are its most precious things......