As soon as I thought about it, there were four of us, and only the iron donkey and the old cat were the strongest. They must not be divided into a group, otherwise what will Yin Yin and I do?

I said what I meant, and the old cat smiled and stared at me, as if to say that he had already understood this bit of cat in my heart.

That's it, I'm in a group with the iron donkey, and Yin Yin is in a group with the old cat. As for which group of people goes to which circle, I don't care, the old cats they chose first.

The old cat once again stressed that time was pressing, and said that without further ado, we would go and investigate.

It's not that I chew on the words, but the word probing clearly tells me that this time I only want to make sure that place is Happy Valley, and things like fighting and ending the old nest are all later.

Yin Yin also immediately started to prepare things for us. In fact, they were all regular equipment and weapons, and each person was also given a silencer pistol and two grenades.

Before leaving, I thought of another question, how to go before we got to Happy Valley? You can't talk about walking, right? In that case, just by following the scale on the map, we would have to break our legs.

Yin Yin was thoughtful and prepared a bicycle for us.

It's not the one we snatched, it's four new, modified mountain bikes.

All the non-essential parts of the car have been dismantled, and it can be folded itself, which is very lightweight. Yin Yin's meaning, the locomotive is not insured, after all, there is a motor sound, and the amount of fuel must be considered, and the problem of mountain bikes in this regard is completely solved.

I secretly muttered in my heart that it was better than nothing, what kind of car do you want?

The two of us parted ways at noon, and the iron donkey and I rode like a fellow traveler and chased after each other.

We first ran to the Duck River, then carried our bicycles up a mountain road, and continued to ride until the evening, when we came to the edge of the circle.

The map only let me know that this is a mountainous area, and I thought it was a desolate place, but I didn't expect it to be a very beautiful place, with a feeling of greenery and verdant. My whole heart also became very open.

I said in my heart that it was not wrong to call this place Happy Valley, but it was really inappropriate to add the word death.

The iron donkey looked at my intoxicated expression, and took advantage of the time to remind me not to be careless, it is likely that there will be deadly poisonous insects hiding among the trees.

I agreed, and reined in the mood, and we became very vigilant, first looking for a place to hide the bike, and then randomly selecting a few trees and checking them.

We were busy and found only a mountain buffalo, and I remember that there were also dialects calling it tiger cow and mountain cow. This thing is not dangerous except for its hard shell, and it should never be raised by old poison.

I discussed with the iron donkey, and said in my heart, could it be that the two of us are the losers, and this area is not Happy Valley? But it was too early to draw conclusions, and we decided to go deeper.

The two of us overcame the resistance brought by the green grass and walked all the way west, let alone five miles, when the sky felt a little dark.

The two of us had been pedaling all afternoon, and our physical exertion was very high, and our stomachs were all growling. We also brought dry food, and the iron donkey shouted for something to eat first.

This is a wild place, and it is definitely impossible to find tables and chairs, so we will find a relatively open place nearby and open our backpacks.

I think it's quite evil, because a lot of the food we brought was packed in plastic bags, and it was all broken in one afternoon, and the backpack was very unpleasant.

We both got so smoky that we didn't want to eat dry food. The iron donkey scolded a few words of mother, I don't have such a big temper, but I still count in my heart, why does the food go bad so quickly?

The iron donkey has another idea, let's go for a walk and see if we can get any game.

I thought it would work, and we were lucky, and we didn't have to go far before we found the watermelon.

These watermelons are not grown on purpose, they are scattered under a group of trees. The iron donkey laughed and ran over to slap several watermelons.

I'm not very good at picking watermelons, but listening to the iron donkey, this melon is ripe and sweet.

I have a suspicion that watermelon is poisonous. I told the iron donkey the same thing, but he waved his hand, picked up a watermelon, and smashed it with a punch.

The iron donkey's fist smashed it open, and the iron donkey took the big one and pushed the small one to me.

I first observed the melon pulp, the color is fine, and I smelled it again, it is a sweet smell, no problem. The iron donkey kept looking at me. When he found out that I didn't find anything wrong, he couldn't wait, reached out and took a handful of melons, put them in his mouth and chewed them.

His way of eating is very savage, but it is very refreshing to watch. I couldn't help it when he ate it like this, but it wasn't as dirty as the iron donkey, so I rubbed my hand on my underwear first, and then used it to dig out the melon.

The two of us can't eat dry, and we also take advantage of the time to find a topic to chat, during which I found a problem, the iron donkey does not spit out watermelon boys.

I remember what the old man said, if you eat watermelon and don't vomit, you will grow watermelon in your stomach in the future. That's how I said to the iron donkey.

The iron donkey smiled and asked me, "Apprentice, how old are you?" ”

I replied that it was time to see Bensan. The iron donkey asked again, "It's such a big man, why do you still believe the old man's words to fool the child?" ”

Then he deliberately took out a black watermelon boy from the watermelon, put it in his mouth and bit it.

I understood that he was trying to tell me that this watermelon boy should not be swallowed in his stomach, even if he ate it, it would be fine. But before I could answer, the iron donkey's face changed, and he cursed, spread it in his palm again, and spit the watermelon boy on it.

I didn't understand it, I didn't know what was wrong with Brother Donkey, but when I looked at it, my face sank.

There is green soup in this black watermelon boy, and it still has that flocculent feeling.

I had a flashlight in my bag, and in order to look closely, I found the flashlight and deliberately shone on these two halves of watermelon boys.

I suddenly had a very bad thought, it didn't seem to be a watermelon boy, but a bug.

In order to verify whether it was right or not, I said to the iron donkey again, "Brother donkey, you can bite two more watermelon boys and take a look." ”

The iron donkey is also real, and the click comes twice, and they are all bubbling with green soup, and the iron donkey has a small piece of green soup in his mouth, and he also deliberately gags and mouths, and comes with a sentence, "Why is it a little astringent, like insect juice." ”

I stared at the iron donkey, and now I was sure, and said to him, "It's a worm!" "Then I forgot who was in charge, and we threw up side by side.

There is a saying that laughs until stomach cramps, but this time the two of us vomited to the rhythm of stomach cramps. In the end, we were all so red in front of our eyes. We both felt disgusted, and we both moved to the side, and sat down exhausted.

The iron donkey asked me, "Although I vomited and vomited, but the 'watermelon boy' may not vomit clean, will there be any trouble with this kind of insect after it enters the stomach?" ”

I can't say it, and I feel the urge to accuse him of the thought of how intoxicated and selfless the iron donkey has just eaten.

I didn't have a breast pouch on me, but I did carry some medicine in my backpack, and I thought about it, if I took several medicines in it, it would also have the effect of insecticide.

I immediately flipped through my bag. The iron donkey waited while retching.

Suddenly, there was a bell in the distance, and we both froze when we heard it. Just because there's this weird watermelon, I think this is Death Valley.

And at this time, the appearance of a bell, what does it mean? I guess it's probably the worm keepers under the old poison.

The iron donkey winked at me. There was also a bush nearby, and we hurried over to it and hid inside.

The bell rang gradually, and I saw in the distance a thin man with a large basket on his head coming through the gap in the bushes. This basket doesn't look light, especially the whole basket has a sense of falling, but this thin man is not struggling at all, and his pace is very vigorous.

The iron donkey whispered to me, and when I could avoid it, I wouldn't meet him. I patted the back of his hand lightly, indicating that I knew.

We were deliberately not to cause trouble, but the thin man's eyes were so poisonous that he was walking some distance from us, and suddenly as if he had found something, he put down the basket and ran towards the place where the iron donkey and I had eaten watermelon.

He saw that we had vomited all the stuff and the uneaten watermelon.

In normal times, this kind of broken watermelon with insects, let alone please, even if I am paid for it, I don't agree to it, but now this thin man looks very painful, squatting on the ground and crying.

He seemed to feel sorry for the worm in the watermelon.

And when the iron donkey and I saw this, we were a little panicked, and we thought clumsily, after this thin man came slowly, he must have thought that someone had been here.

The iron donkey bowed down little by little, he made up his mind not to hide, and then without saying a word, he rushed out of the grass again and pounced on the thin man.