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Huang Dali tied the hare and the fox and hung them on the tree.

The three of them went around in the deep mountains, Wang Dali picked some wild Ganoderma lucidum, and Xiao Qiulan found the poisonous fruit she wanted.

Feng Xiaoxiao followed the whole process and thought it was quite interesting.

On the way, a big snake was alarmed, as thick as an adult's arm, and Wang Dali hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "Stand still and don't move!" ”

At the same time, he drew a short knife and prepared a countermeasure.

It's not a poisonous snake, but you can't mess with it, and if you get entangled in a snake with thick arms, you'll soon have trouble breathing and die!

Snakes in general, if you don't mess with it, it won't hurt you, this is the experience left by the ancestors for thousands of years.

The serpent spat out the snake letter, glared at her for a moment, and sure enough, he swam to leave.

Wang Dali breathed a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly, Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly pulled out her saber and stretched out her hand to pull Wang Dali away: "Stand back!" ”

Then he only stepped forward, and under Wang Dali's stunned eyes, he brandished his sword, and one man and one snake were entangled, and Spotted also barked and cheered beside him.

Xiao Qiulan watched the wind and sword moves quietly, the moves were sharp, and it should be more than enough to deal with this big snake with thick arms.

This guy is confident, so he dares to come out and show off.

Sure enough, a few rounds later, the big snake was cut off by Feng Xiaoxiao.

The snake body without the head of the snake is still writhing, and the snake's blood keeps coming out, making it everywhere.

Wang Dali was overjoyed and gave a thumbs up to Feng Xiaoxiao: "Brother Feng is really good!" Let's roast snake meat and eat it later! ”

Feng Xiaoxiao had a wicked smile on her face, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sword, and said arrogantly: "It's a trivial matter, it's not surprising!" ”

Wang Dali happily tied the snake with a rope and dragged it back to the bottom of the big tree where the hare and fox were hanging.

There was a large clearing there, with ashes of firewood still left on the ground, where the villagers who hunted for a picnic.

The snake body was still writhing, Xiao Qiulan used dry branches to make a fire, Wang Dali threw the snake body into the fire, and kept turning it with branches until the snake body stopped writhing.

Wang Dali then used a sharp knife to nail the snake's body to the tree, peeled off the whole snake's skin, and then took it to the clear water in the ravine to clean the internal organs.

Cut the snake's body into several pieces with a short knife and pierce it on a sharpened branch, and Feng Xiaoxiao helped hold it.

Wang Dali is skillfully doing all this, which shows that he has done it many times, and Feng Xiaoxiao is very much looking forward to roasting snake meat.

Xiao Qiulan put dry wood on the shelf and lit the fire, and Wang Dali smeared salt seasoning on the snake meat.

There were ready-made stones under the trees, and three men sat on the stones, around the fire, each holding in his hand two branches dressed in snake flesh, and roasting them in the fire.

Soon, the aroma of roasted snake meat overflowed, and she was so hungry that her saliva almost flowed.

The three of them and one dog ate a meal of roast snake meat, and they were so happy that they were blown nonsense.

Sit and rest for a while, ready to go home early.

It is not advisable to stay in the mountains for a long time, and if you are unlucky, you will encounter ferocious beasts such as tigers.

may be one more reason for the wind and Xiaoxiao, she is really lucky today.

In the distance, there was the sound of large animals walking, and a tiger roar, which frightened her and them to get up and run in the direction of the mountain.

However, the tiger has a keen sense of smell, smells the smell of the living, and also finds her traces.

There was another tiger roar, and a big tiger with bright fur excitedly stepped on the thorns and chased after it.

Wang Dali hurriedly shouted: "Don't run, hurry up the tree!" ”