"What did you say?!" cried the white dove, clutching the corner of his coat tightly in his hand. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Kenny slowly moved his hand towards the saber at his waist, and the squirming of the Adam's apple was not hard to tell that he was nervous. In the unknown darkness in front of them, two amber luminous objects floated, like candlelight, but oval-shaped.

It was nearly dark and he couldn't tell what it was, but his instincts told him it might be another disaster, after the storm, or worse than that.

In the blink of an eye, the two things suddenly disappeared from view, and Kenny rubbed his rain-soaked eyes with his other hand and looked at them closely. Those two things were indeed gone, and the unknown jungle was dark again.

"What do you see?!" shouted the white dove, shifting around. She was pale and shivering all over her body, and the storm seemed to have taken away all the heat, and although it was already spring, the humidity of the mountains and the night were still chilling to the bone.

"I don't know. Kenny sat down beside the white dove, but the cramped shelter didn't seem to fit three people, half of his shoulders exposed, and the rain on his broad arms.

"You must be too tired, kid!" shouted Old Flynn, leaning his head forward, "with such heavy rain, no wild beasts will come out to feed, they know better than humans how dangerous it is!"

"I've got to get some food, or we'll freeze here!" Kenny tried to get up, but his hand was grabbed by the white dove.

"Stay here, don't go anywhere!" she held her chin high, and covered the wind with a hoarse growl.

"Release!" he shouted, "this rain will stop at some point, we can't wait like this forever!"

"But it's too dark outside!" the white dove's shrill voice pierced through all the wind and rain, "what can you find in such heavy rain?!"

Kenny tried to break the white pigeon's hand with his other hand, but after several attempts, he failed, he never thought the white pigeon would be so strong, and then he attributed it all to the old wound.

In the end, he had to sit back beside the white pigeon, showing a helpless expression.

"Come this way!" the white dove looked at the roof of the tarpa, and the rain was beating his shoulders along the leaf path.

Kenny moved closer to her, and the two of them huddled together, feeling that the arm in the middle was a little in the way, and after hesitating, the hand ran across the cold back and wrapped its arms around the white dove's shoulder.

Half an hour later, the rain seemed to have subsided, and the lightning and thunder had passed, but the wind was still roaring.

"Where are you going?" asked the white dove as the hand left his shoulder.

"The thunder seems to have stopped, I'm going to get some firewood. Kenny stood up and rubbed his sore back. It was pitch black in front of him, and he could barely tell where the white dove was by his voice.

"Do you think there's something to burn here?" said the white pigeon, burying his head back in his knees, "Wait, and when the rain stops, we'll go out and find something to eat." ”

"Perhaps, I'll go with you. Flynn Sr. suddenly spoke.

"No!," cried the white dove in a raised voice, "you want to leave me here alone?!"

"You are here with the white pigeon, I know what you are looking for. Kenny finished and turned and walked into the darkness.

After some time, he found what Old Flynn had said, pine oil secreted by the pine trees, and thankfully, he found some relatively dry pieces of wood under the rocks. He made torches out of one of them, then pulled a few vines out of the damp mud, split the soaked wood into two bundles of dry wood, and on the way back he picked up some wild fruits and a few swifts that had hit the trunks of the trees.

When the rainstorm stopped completely, a bonfire lit up beside the boulder.

Kenny defured the birds, skewered them on twigs, roasted them on a campfire, squeezed some wild juice on them to remove the fish, and then gave the rest of the fruit to the white pigeon and old Flynn, leaving nothing for himself.

The white pigeon stood awkwardly awkwardly, and after eating two wild fruits that were so sour that she lost her teeth, she leaned over to the rattling roast and sniffed it, revealing a look of impatience.

"Did you really eat it?" said Flynn Sr., munching on the sour wild fruit, looking at Kenny, who was sitting across the campfire.

"There were so many things to bring, so I put all the things I couldn't bring back into my stomach. Kenny replied, patting his shriveled stomach.

"Your eyes are rolling upwards, child. Old Flynn tossed him another wild fruit in his hand, "Eat some, you need more strength than the two of us!"

"Thank you. Kenny took a bite of the wild fruit, then twisted his face to the white pigeon, "Are you alright? ”

"Uh-huh....." the white dove replied absentmindedly. She was staring at the campfire in front of her, as if she was thinking about something, maybe she smelled the smell of meat, or maybe it wasn't.

"I've got to go find something, kids. Old Flynn threw the pits into the campfire, "Stay here, don't run." ”

"What are you looking for?" Kenny looked up.

"Gather some medicine and come back, or tomorrow we will all fall ill. She took a torch from the fire and got up to leave the camp.

After Flynn Sr. left, the two men at the campfire became somewhat silent. Kenny turned the swallows one by one, picked up some dry pieces of wood and added them to the fire, and when he was done, he sat back down with the white dove.

"Thank you, Nameless. The white pigeon suddenly opened his mouth, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the confidence to come here." ”

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to come out at all. Kenny turned to look at her, "I'd love to repay you and Flynn Sr., but I can't do anything right now." ”

The white pigeon stretched out her index finger and leaned against her lips in a silent gesture, and when she moved her fingers away, the corners of her mouth curled into a thin line and smiled at him.

A few seconds later, he suddenly realized that it was the first time since he could remember to look at the white dove so closely, so close that he could hear the heartbeat, smell the snort, and the refreshing and pleasant fragrance of her, and those deep blue eyes, with the innocence of a child, as he had seen her for the first time, but seemed to be mixed with something else flickering.

When he noticed this, the pursed lips seemed to come closer. He was worried about the distance, afraid of what would happen, but he seemed to have seen the scene in front of him somewhere. Or, he dreamed of it.

Then she came closer. His breathing became a little rapid, and he tried to retreat, but a certain cell in his brain seemed to push him forward, but when he tasted the tenderness brought by those two tenderness, the resistance and entanglement just now turned into enjoyment.

"Hug ..... I'm sorry. Kenny abruptly pushes her away, then shifts to the side in a panic.

"What's wrong?" the white pigeon's eyebrows drooped, a little angry. "You don't want to kiss me, or do you think I'm low?"

"By no means!" replied Kenny, quickly, "you are nobler than any girl I've ever met!"

"Really?" the white dove blinked, but his face became even more gloomy. "Bastard!" she scolded suddenly, "You've only seen two women since you lost your memory, and the other one is Old Flynn!"

"Oh no, I mean, you're all noble!" Kenny said to himself.

"But that's not the point. The white dove glared at him in annoyance, and his two dark blue eyes narrowed into a slit.