Locke held the sharp stone that had just smashed the strange creature and walked towards the surrounding stones. Locke, who had not yet recovered his body and could only walk and fall, had to hold some weapons in his hands, and the strange creature had an unusual pair of pincers, which left a deep impression on him in his arm.

Looking around, there was the small, sharp stone that had just smashed the creature to death. In fact, Locke also had a weapon, which was a short dagger hidden in his boots, but Locke would not use it, and the carapace of the strange creature was so hard that he was not sure that he could cut through it with a short dagger.

The few rocks around him didn't disappoint, and as soon as Locke opened one, he saw two of those strange creatures stacked on top of each other spitting gray bubbles. The gray-white creature was taking a dip under the stones, and was suddenly startled by the sunlight shining in and Locke appearing, and the eight legs kicked in a hurry, and the pincers that had only violated the physique were also raised, pointing at Locke.

Locke, who had long been experienced, avoided the raised pincers and slammed the stone in his hand downward, "Bang! bang!" A few slams fell, and the two gray-white creatures clung to each other and turned into two meatloaf.

Locke gasped and sat down, reaching for the remains of the two strange creatures, and eating them with his fingers, regardless of the disgust. The half of the gray-white crustacean creature he had just eaten wasn't enough to plug his teeth, and these two came just in time.

It feels bad to eat the food raw, but Locke still eats it with relish, this strange creature is no more sour than other bugs, it has a sour or unpleasant smell, except for the taste is a little astringent, other Locke can accept it. It was much better than the black bread in the camp, and Locke didn't know if he was hungry and thought everything was delicious, or if this thing really tasted good, and this thought came to him.

After eating the things in his hand in two or three bites, Locke collected the shells and pincers and eight legs that these two strange creatures couldn't eat, first, he felt that this thing should be of some use if it was so hard, and second, in the past four years of war, Locke had experienced wild camping more than once, and it was extremely unwise to expose the smell of blood and food residues in the wild, and Locke didn't know what was going on around him, and he didn't dare to be sloppy. It's also a shame that Locke eats clean enough, and there is not much to clean up, just put away what he can't eat.

Since cultivating Dou Qi, Locke's sense of the body has strengthened a lot, for example, at this time, he can clearly feel that the food he has just eaten has reached the stomach at this time, and the weak Dou Qi scattered inside the body slowly gathers in the stomach to help digestion. Because these fighting qi are too weak, Locke can only feel it, and he can't control it, but fortunately, these fighting qi will operate independently, and Locke doesn't need to worry about it.

Regaining some strength, Locke glanced at Angelina, who was still unconscious, and then looked at his body, which was covered in rags, and sighed, "I have to find a place to live quickly." "The jungle at night is dangerous, Locke can't guarantee that no creatures will come to this place at night, although his strength has recovered some, but Locke is covered in injuries, and it is estimated that a coyote will be able to clean him up.

Locke looked around and saw that the lake was close to the side of the cliff, and there was an inner wall that was slightly recessed, although there was not much space, but it should be no problem for the two of them to lie down. Locke went over to take a look first, and after making sure there was nothing abnormal, he went to the nearby forest to find some dead branches and dead leaves, although most of the trees here are evergreen, but there are still some in the late autumn withered yellow state, Locke easily picked up a large bundle.

Untie his half-body armor, the half-body armor has been broken and can no longer be used, Locke is ready to dismantle it, fixing the rubber bands of the half-body armor, the remnants of the iron pieces of the half-body armor and the strips of cloth, in Locke's opinion, the effect of removing it is more useful than hanging it half-dead.

Stack the dead branches together and form a simple fire shape. Locke was not blinded by the evergreen plants around him, he didn't forget that it was late autumn, there was no fire at night, and no matter how strong his physique was, he would inevitably get sick, in this deep mountain and old forest, illness meant death, not to mention that Locke was covered in injuries at this time.

In addition to the dead branches for the fire, Locke tore a lot of turf nearby, there was not enough cloth as a mat, so he could only use grass to fill the number, but unfortunately most of the grass in the woods was relatively short, and Locke tore it for a long time before he could tear enough for the two of them to pad under him at night. As for the sleeping clothes on his body, Locke looked at the tattered clothes and pants on his body.

In the evening, the sun sets. It may be surrounded by woods and cliffs on all sides, and the sun's rays disappear quickly. The temperature showed that it was the middle of autumn, and it was unacceptably cold in a short time. Fortunately, Locke was prepared, took a wooden stick and pestle it on the dead branch he found before, took out the two leather belts removed from the half-body armor, and wrapped them around the ends of the wooden stick, Locke grabbed one end with both hands, pulled quickly, and the wooden stick rotated at high speed, and the upper dead branch selected by Locke was pine, rich in oil, and the dead branch soon caught fire.

It's rare to use such a primitive method of making fire, but fortunately, Locke's craftsmanship has not been lost. The flames on the dead branches gradually rose, and Locke hurriedly added a few sticks that he had picked up, and this little dead branch alone was not enough to burn for a while.

Before it was completely dark, Locke went to the sandy beach by the lake and turned over a few more stones, "Bang! Bang!" Locke, who had already had a lot of experience, harvested four more gray creatures, and ran back with two of them in one hand, which was the only food he could think of to replenish water and calories at present. There was no pot, and Locke didn't bother to build a grill, so he wrapped some mud in the four strange creatures in his hand and threw them directly into the fire.

After all this, Locke went to see Angelina again, and she was carried by Locke to this improvised cave. It's not even called a cave, because it's just a small area recessed into the cliff, and all it can do is help them shelter from the cool night breeze. But Locke was content to find such a place.

Angelina still hasn't woken up yet, and if Angelina hadn't eaten something unconsciously at noon, Locke wondered if she would have woken up. Thinking of the scene of Angelina sucking his fingers at noon, Locke blushed and hurriedly dispelled the fantasies.

People are princesses, people are princesses, Locke meditated.

Locke took off his upper clothes and examined his injuries, his chest and back were scratched, they should have been scratched by something when he fell off the cliff, and there were several cuts on his arms, most of them were scratches like elsewhere, only one wound was deep, that is, it was pinched by the pincers of the gray and white creature in the morning, half an inch. This little thing is not small, Locke scolded secretly, but it tastes good.

Because most of the wounds have scabbed, Locke did not suffer less when he took off his clothes, and the blood scabs of many wounds were connected to his clothes, and when he took off his clothes, he took off his clothes and brought a lot of wounds and blood stains. Frowning, Locke used his clothes as a rag and wiped the blood from his body. Then he took out one of the legs of the strange creature he had gathered, and made an eye with the tip of the dagger hidden under his boot, and through the hole a flax thread that Locke had removed, and a simple needle was made.

The wound of the gray-white creature was too deep, and Locke had to stitch it up, or if this place contracted tetanus, he would not be far from death. On the battlefield, the soldiers were wounded, and most of them sewed them with needles themselves.

Although he had stitched himself up countless wounds, Locke still grinned in pain. Finally, he gave a beautiful knot to his wound, and Locke stretched out his arm, which was very strong. Put away the simple needle and thread, and the smell of barbecue is already coming from the fire. Finding a stick and poking out the "flower chicken" inside, Locke blew a few breaths and smashed it lightly with his fist, the carapace of the strange creature was very brittle by the fire, and the "click" cracked, revealing the white and tender flesh inside.

Locke took a hard sip of the fragrance, then began to eat it with his carapace. Like roast chicken, perhaps the method is completely based on the name of the flower chicken, Locke tasted the taste of roast chicken. After eating three in a row, Locke finally felt a little full. Palm-sized meat, only three of them are full?Locke felt that his meal had dropped a lot.

The remaining one, Locke took and walked to Angelina's side. The 'roast chicken' in her hand still exuded a fragrance, but Angelina had no intention of waking up. Angelina, who is severely overdrawn, still needs a long time of rest before she can wake up.

Locke made a difficulty, this mouth is not open, how to feed, you can't eat it raw again, it's okay to eat it raw once, eating too much will definitely hurt your stomach. Just when Locke scratched his ears and cheeks and thought about how to feed Angelina, "Goo~" Angelina's stomach rang softly, and after a day and a night of escaping, Angelina, who had nothing to eat, was actually very hungry, and her consciousness did not wake up, but her body reflected it very honestly. Looking at Angelina's delicate face and moving lips, Locke suddenly thought of a trick.

After feeding Angelina, Locke hurriedly left and went to inspect the surroundings, and it would be embarrassing if Angelina woke up at this time. Princess Angelina, who still had someone saliva on the corner of her mouth, probably never thought of how this guy fed her just now.

Although he had inspected the surroundings during the day, there were no other creatures around, but Locke still looked around uneasily. Water is generally an important resource for biological survival in the forest, and this lake is a rare saltwater lake, and it is normal that no animals come here to drink. Locke and Angelina's hydration relied on the body fluids of the strange creature, and the stones on the surrounding sand grains were limited, and it was estimated that there were not many strange creatures inhabiting, so Locke had to plan ahead and find fresh water to drink.

It's a pity that after turning around, Locke didn't notice anything except the woods and the woods, and the low visibility at night. Back in the improvised cavern, Locke pulled a piece of turf and knitted it. When he was a child, his sister knitted a straw coat for him to play, and Locke could also weave a little bit, he was going to weave a turf quilt, but it was too cold under the cliff, and the little heat provided by the light fire was not enough.

Maybe he was too tired, and halfway through the weaving, Locke fell into a deep sleep, and before falling asleep, he didn't forget to hold Angelina as a heat source. Locke has completely let go, the princess is the princess, whether the two of them can go out or talk about it, it doesn't matter.

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