Wang San should go up and down, but in the barren mountains and mountains, the sky is still so dark, where can he go to find food?

Grass roots, bark?

Not to mention that Wang San didn't know what bark could be eaten, even if he knew it and found it, with Zhang Xiaoyu, a rich lady, he probably wouldn't eat it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whew!

The sound of the wind was protruding, and the winter night wind was even colder, Wang Sandun felt cold on his shoulders, and a layer of goosebumps on his arms, Zhang Xiaoyu squatted down and shrunk into a ball, warming himself with the faint light of the torch.

Wang San frowned, and said in his heart: "If this continues, even if you don't starve to death, I'm afraid you will be frozen to death!" and then said: "Xiaoyu, according to the poor monks, let's put down the food for the time being, let's find a sheltered place and raise a bonfire first!"

"Hmm. Zhang Xiaoyu responded, her voice trembling a little because of the cold.

Wang San walked in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's trembling appearance, shook his head, and took off the cloth clothes outside. ”

Then he handed the cloth to Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Although this cloth is torn, and it has the unique fragrance of the poor monk, it is warmer after all." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was surprised, and said in his heart: "This stinky monk will also care about people?"

Wang San didn't know what Zhang Xiaoyu was thinking, seeing that she didn't speak, just staring at him, and thought that Zhang Xiaoyu didn't think one thing was enough, so he immediately said: "Xiaoyu, don't look at it, the poor monk is also afraid of the cold, so he can only give you one, and when the bonfire is lit later, you have to pay me back!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned, and the trace of good feeling that had just occurred disappeared without a trace in an instant, and said in her heart: "Do you care about people like this?" and said that she would return the ......" She wanted to say, don't give it to me if you are afraid of the cold, but the words came to her mouth and swallowed again, thinking: "Isn't this just what he wants, no, this cloth dress, this girl will also wear it." And she also decided not to pay it back, she wanted to see if Wang San had a face.

"Xiaoyu, do you want it or not, if you don't, the poor monk will ...... it himself" Without waiting for Wang San to finish speaking, Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and snatched the cloth in Wang San's hand, first stood the torch in his other hand aside, and then carried the cloth cloth with both hands and draped it on his body.

"Well, what does this smell like?" Zhang Xiaoyu puffed out her nostrils and sniffed, and a smell of sweat that belonged to a man came straight to her nostrils.

At that moment, a few black lines appeared on Zhang Xiaoyu's forehead, and she still remembered Wang San's previous words, and said in her heart: "The stinky monk is really shameless, obviously it is sweat, but it is him...... A unique scent!" But compared to the cold wind, the smell is barely bearable.

Although the cloth clothes stink, the effect is very significant, Zhang Xiaoyu felt not as cold as before, got up and glared at Wang San, and said, "Stinky monk, didn't you just change your clothes this morning, why are they so stinky?"

"Xiaoyu, the poor monk just detoxified with the unicorn arm, and because the gong was too violently cracked, he was sweating. Wang San didn't want to chat with Zhang Xiaoyu here, because he was cold! He immediately bent down and picked up the torch, and hurriedly said: "Xiaoyu, let's quickly find a shelter from the wind, it's really a little cold when the wind blows." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu felt both funny and angry, and thought: "Is there such a person? I just gave her the cloth clothes, and I shouted cold." However, for the sake of the cloth clothes, Zhang Xiaoyu decided not to pursue it, but nodded at Wang San.

The next moment, Wang San raised the torch high, he wanted to take a look at the surrounding environment, to see if there was a shelter nearby, but not long after it was raised, the torch was blown out by the wind.

There was no light all of a sudden, Zhang Xiaoyu screamed in fright, and instinctively rushed forward, and the whole person hung on Wang San's chest, but she immediately retreated again, and said in a low voice: "I have a fire fold on my body!"

But the sky was too dark, and he couldn't see his five fingers, Wang San touched for a while, and finally grabbed Zhang Xiaoyu's little hand, he took advantage of the darkness to touch it, and said in his heart: "Sister's hand is different!"

Being caught by Wang San like this, Zhang Xiaoyu panicked, stuffed the fire fold into Wang San's hand, and immediately withdrew his little hand.

Seeing that there was no chance, Wang San withdrew his hand, and then turned on the fire fold with the night breeze on his back, and blew it away with a puff of air.

"Whew, whew!"

It took several blows before the fire broke out, and Wang San immediately lit the torch with it, and looking at the appearance of the torch, the oil on it was about to burn out.

Wang San immediately beckoned Zhang Xiaoyu to continue searching, and the two walked along the mountain road, and I don't know how long it took, seeing that the torches were about to go out, they finally found a shelter from the wind.