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Her slender and slender fingers have a beautiful arc, the bones are pink, and the fingertips are touching and beautiful, very delicate and lustful. Her movements became more and more skillful, faster and faster, the whole person was quiet and docile, her head hung and braided, and her long eyelashes covered it, which was pleasing to the eye.

【！！！！！ 】

[Help, can anyone tell me if this Nima is real??! 】

[Not only should I really be a veteran, but I have only seen this level of proficiency and smoothness when my mother and grandmother were weaving things. 】

[What kind of treasure girl is this, brothers, Jimei, I'm really going to be a fan! ] 】

[Yun Xianghuan, what other wilderness survival skills are there that you can't know?!] 】

[Ahhh Damn, I can't help it!! Lick lick lick !! It's really astringent, red face sweating and sticking out his tongue, all in my mind is such a messy picture of my hands holding white sheets, help, who can understand me, who ?!! 】

Yun Xianghuan was indeed hooking wool and knitting things, but it was not a sweater, but the pants she was wearing inside, and she had to have a change of pants.

Knitting wool requires patience, and it just so happens that Yun Xianghuan is most lacking in his bones is toughness and patience.

However, it takes a lot of time to make a finished wool product, even if Yun Xianghuan concentrates and speeds fast, a person's energy is limited, not to mention, time is constantly passing.

The sky became dark, and Yun Xianghuan's neck and wrists became unbearable sore, and the whole person was also tired.

The progress of knitting the underwear is halfway there.

She stopped.

The fire in front of him was still burning, lighting up this small piece of heaven and earth.

Yun Xianghuan got up and walked aimlessly back and forth on the lawn next to her, she looked into the depths of the jungle from time to time, her slender and delicate eyebrows twisted, and through the mask, her eyes revealed a hope that she herself could not detect.

It's been almost a day.

The big monster didn't appear.

Yun Xianghuan bit her lip and turned around, what was she thinking, the big monster just helped her a few times, could it be that she still took it for granted that the big monster should stay by her side? Such an idea is too unrealistic and greedy......

The big monster is the beast god here, the most powerful existence here, it is a free individual, it can go wherever it wants......

Yun Xianghuan grilled the last two fish, and stoned the fish to death before roasting, her lips were straight and straight, and she seemed to be expressionless, and the netizens who watched the live broadcast felt inexplicably numb.

After skewering the fish and fixing it on the stone to roast, Yun Xianghuan went to the side of the tent and took his cleaned small underwear, which had been semi-dried after most of the day's wind and sun.

Yun Xianghuan took the small underwear in his hand and dried it carefully in front of the fire.

After the fish was baked, she ate it, a little dry, drank a few sips of water in the bamboo tube to moisten her throat, moist and cold, very refreshing, but inexplicably felt as sweet as she tasted before, maybe because her skills in grilling fish were not very good, and the grilling was a little bitter.

Yun Xianghuan sat on the stone and did not add any more firewood to the fire.

The flames faded away, and all that was left was Martian charcoal and a thick layer of charcoal ash. ….

The little underwear in her hand was hot and dry.

Yun Xianghuan rubbed it a few times, the temperature dispersed, and it was not so hot all of a sudden.

She threw a stone into the fire, and the already faint flame was completely extinguished, leaving only a little spark with orange glow.

When night fell, Yun Xianghuan returned to the tent, she took off her mask, changed into her own pants in the tent, and then untied the grass willow on her thighs, because the tie was a little tight, and the grass willows were also very rough, so her thighs left deep and red marks, as if she had been imprisoned by iron locks, miserable and abusive beauty.

The photographer fixed the camera and continued to shoot at Yun Xianghuan's tent.

He and the Revenant returned to the camp dozens of meters away.

Yun Xianghuan broke away from the team to survive alone, she chose

The location was about a few hours' walk from the base camp of the sanctuary, and the photographer and the wilderness hunter naturally didn't have time to rush back, so they also stationed near Yun Xianghuan.

They don't need to worry about supplies, they can receive airdrops if they don't need to send a message to the base camp, and if they can't be airdropped in because of the dense woods, they also have mechanical hounds to escort supplies.

Suddenly it rained heavily during the night, and the rain became heavier, and the crackling sound was like a continuous firecracker. The wind was strong, whimpering and roaring, and it was eerie. The tents seemed to be a little unstable.

Because of the rainfall, the temperature has also dropped a lot, and you can clearly feel the cold and soft grass seeping into the grass, which is extremely uncomfortable.

Yun Xianghuan was already sleeping lightly, so she was quickly woken up.

When she opened her eyes, she could only see the black with her fingers out of her reach, and only by looking closely through the square transparent plastic of the tent zipper could she inadvertently see the silver light refracted by the rain.

The dark eyes showed a hint of worry.

Where would the big monster stay on such a bad day, and would it have a place to hide from the rain?

Suddenly, Yun Xianghuan was attracted by the harsh "crunch" sound in his ears.

She looked up, and even if she couldn't see clearly, she could feel the roof of the tent shaking, and the rust-like whining sound was the shelf that supported the tent.

She took a deep breath and looked a little solemn, I'm afraid this tent won't last a few days.

Judging by the quality of the tent, the director should have done it on purpose.

Yun Xianghuan lay down again, forcing himself to close his eyes and fall asleep.

Although she knew something wrong, she couldn't do anything now but wait for dawn.

Fortunately, it only rained overnight, and it stopped at dawn.

Yun Xianghuan habitually put on a mask, thought of something, wrapped grass and willows around his thighs, and then came out of the tent to breathe.

She found that the wild fruits and grapes she had collected yesterday had been damaged by the rain, especially the grapes, which had cracked a lot, and the white flesh inside leaked out like vomit, and at a glance, it was a little disgusting.

Yun Xianghuan checked the nuts she had picked up, and unfortunately, several of them had rotted.

These nuts fell to the ground because they were ripe, and they couldn't be stored for a few days, and they naturally began to spoil due to the bad rains.

Yun Xianghuan picked out the remaining good fruits, and he was actually a little happy in his heart.

Because she had brought the bamboo needles and yarn into the tent last night and put them away, and the half-knitted trousers were unharmed.

Yun Xianghuan went to the river as usual, and at this time, photographers and wilderness hunters also began to follow and shoot her in real time.

After taking care of himself, Yun Xianghuan returned to the tent.

The Crazy Prodigal