Musha remembered that the black eagle chased the goshawk and beat it for most of the day.

The black eagle and the snow leopard weren't interested in his stuff, so the goshawk set his sights on Musha.

At first, Musa was interested.

When he once pulled a snake out of its wings, Musa almost fainted.

Why do you have a goshawk with a poisonous snake in its wings?

Oh, non-toxic, non-toxic and not good.

Is the cold touch really bearable on the body?

After seeing it a few times, he was not as afraid of snakes as he was at the beginning, but without the slightest preparation, it was really challenging to slap his face directly.

The little rabbit burst into tears.

Musha, who had been left in the shadows, took a few steps back vigilantly before signaling that the goshawk could start.

The goshawk coughed, not minding Musa's wariness of him.

It was only after the last time that he learned from Semos that Musha was afraid of snakes, and it was good that he wasn't scared enough to give him a kick.

Musa squatted on the ground and saw the goshawk turn and fly outside, coming back with a bunch of bright red fruits in its mouth.

It's very familiar, exactly the same as the one that the snow leopard found for him.

Chapter 69

In Musa's experience, the berries look about the same, but the taste is very different.

Even if it is the same fruit, ripe and unripe are completely different tastes.

I couldn't see it clearly at night, and with a little moonlight, Musha looked carefully for a long time and made sure that it was really the kind that the snow leopard gave him to eat during the day.

The branches are full of fruits, huddled together, like sparkling rubies.

Musha carefully took one in his mouth, took it in his mouth and bit it.

The sweet and sour juice overflows, stimulating the taste buds, and the little rabbit squints his eyes in pleasure.

It's delicious~

It's the same flavor as I remember.

Musha decided that the next time the goshawk asked him to open the blind box, as long as the wings were not closed, he would not back down.

Just, even with his wings folded, he could stand a little farther away and let him open the blind box.

Who told the goshawk to bring back the berries that he had been longing for?

After eating a few, Musa handed the branch over and asked the goshawk if he wanted to eat it.

Lig took a step back and shook his head to indicate that he wasn't interested in this.

After all, it was a friendship that was taught by Seymus and his brother together.

On the way before, Semos gave berries to the rabbit, and he knew that Musa liked it, and he happened to see the berries on the way back from catching voles, so he brought them along the way.

There should still be such delicious berries.

After eating a few more, Musa licked the juice from the corner of his mouth, lifted the branch, looked at the goshawk expectantly, and meowed quietly.

Actually, he could have gone to the snow leopard and asked.

But after eating the berries during the day, Musa went to catch the prey, left the leftover shoots in place, and came back and could not find them.

He can't communicate, and he can't convey his meaning to the snow leopard.

The meaning of simplicity is fine, but this kind of complexity requires more brains.

There's a very simple way to do it.

The berries given by the snow leopard are obtained after he is coquettish, as long as he shows the tail to the snow leopard again, and is a little pitiful, he can get a bunch of berries again.

But Musa subconsciously avoided this method.

Well, probably because of the moment when the snow leopard licked his tail.

At that time, Musha was a little indescribable.

Although he spit on the yellow waste in his head, he still felt a little shy at that moment.

If you show your tail to the snow leopard, maybe the snow leopard will lick it again, thinking of this possibility, Musa is a little hesitant.

He didn't know what mood he was in, as if he didn't have the unscrupulous and coquettish cheekiness he had before when facing the snow leopard.

So on the way back, Musha decided to look for it himself.

The result, of course, was a failure.

However, the fruit brought back by the goshawk gave him a reminder that he didn't find it, perhaps because of his height.

Needless to say, the snow leopard is much taller than him, and the goshawk also flies in the sky and does not go to the bushes that restrict flight.

He looked very carefully on the way here, but he still couldn't find it because of the high position where the berry grows.

Only the underneath was noted, and the bushes were not observed above.

Knowing the reason why he didn't find it, Musha could have gone to find it himself, but there are ready-made insiders here, so he definitely didn't have to bother to find it himself.

Musa's tail wagged a little faster.

The little rabbit's eyes are very understanding.

Lig flailed his wings confidently and gave him a packed look.

Isn't it just a berry, as much as you want?

Looking at the goshawk's confident look, Musa knew he understood what he meant.

The entanglement just now was also relieved.

It's a very unscientific thing for him to be able to cross over, it's strange for animals to get along with each other, and it's good to get along harmoniously and not attack each other.

If the brain hole is bigger, it is not possible to say that they have a human soul like themselves.

This brain hole is a bit far.

Allied with the goshawk claw, although the goshawk was not interested in berries, the little rabbit still kept half of the berries for him.

and gave the remaining half to the Arctic Fox and the Arctic Hare.

It's important to build a good relationship, good things to share, and roommates for the night are also roommates.

What's more, the appearance of these two is not ordinarily high, not only is the body good, but the hair on the body is also first-class.

Musha remembers the news he had seen before that the Arctic fox had been killed because of its beautiful fur.

Not to mention the competition for survival among animals, it is always for survival, but human hunting and killing behavior is completely for their own selfish desires.

How can anyone with such a beautiful elf do it?

The little rabbit thought as he brought the berries with him.

In a matter of moments, the arctic hare was already curled up and sleeping against the fox.

And Musha, who was still admiring the Arctic fox just now, turned his head sideways, put his tail under the head of the Arctic rabbit as a pillow, his eyebrows and eyes were affectionate, and his eyes were as gentle as water.

Musa was too embarrassed to bother.

The little rabbit came to a stop halfway, and it was not good to pass, it was not good not to go, it was not good to go forward, it was stuck in the center.

He scratched his chin.

What to do, do you want to go over?

The distance between them was not large, and it was easy to spot the movements of the animals next to them, and when the fox noticed the movement and turned to look, Musha felt that his whole body was glowing.

Commonly known as - light bulb.

The moment this thought came to him, Musa himself was silent, wondering if the broken worldview had not been repaired, and such an outrageous thought came up.

Is it possible that there is such a relationship between a fox and a rabbit?

Musa poked at his conscience.

What are you thinking, people are obviously it, that is, the kind of feelings between friends...... Right?

The little rabbit thought uncertainly.

But why did his instincts tell him that the two white fluffy looked at each other in the wrong way?

The fox's low cry brought him back to consciousness, and Musha quickly shoved the berries under his paws over.

"Meow~"

To you.

The fox put the berry in front of him, nodded to him, and said gently, "Thank you." ”

Oops, no thanks, it was originally brought to him by the goshawk.

Musha, who got the goshawk's promise, waved his hand proudly.

Tomorrow he will go out with the goshawk, and he will be able to harvest a lot of money.

If you like it, you can come and eat, thank you you don't have to.

The reflex arc of a slow beat finally reacted, and the little rabbit stopped waving his hand, his paws raised in the air, and his eyes blinked and blinked.

He just ...... Did you hear the fox saying thank you?

Musa looked blankly, his body reacted before his brain, pushing the bunch of berries he was going to leave behind.

"Meow?"

Thank you again, friend?

Musha spoke tentatively.

The fox watched him quietly, and when he saw that Musa was nervous, and doubted that there would really be spirits in the world, he pushed back the berries he had given and did not accept them.