It's a cave. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

To be precise, it was made up of two large boulders that were covered by a shack, so that the entrance to the cave was triangular, about a man high, and a thick layer of spider webs was attached to it.

Wang San picked up a dead branch and knocked down the spider web at the entrance of the cave. Without the cobwebs, the situation in the cave was exposed.

"Good fellow, it seems that this hole is not small!" Wang San sighed and said, "Xiaoyu, you go in first, and the poor monk goes to collect some firewood." ”

"I ...... Waiting for you to go in together!" Zhang Xiaoyu said in a low voice.

"Why?"

"Why is this person like this, don't you know that girls are naturally afraid of the dark?" Zhang Xiaoyu was secretly angry, coquettish: "Hmph, people are afraid!"

"Scared ......" Wang San was stunned for a moment, then snickered, and said in his heart: "Do you also have times when you are afraid?" He coughed, puffed up his chest, and said: "Xiaoyu, don't be afraid, the poor monk will protect you......" Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew, Wang San was so cold that he shivered, and he didn't speak, and obediently went to collect firewood.

"Giggle......" Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing, shook her head slightly, and said in her heart: "This person ......" She suddenly found that it was quite interesting to be with Wang San.

Barren mountains and mountains, dry branches, withered yellow fallen leaves can be seen everywhere, and within a moment, Wang San picked up a lot.

He came to the cave with firewood and beckoned Zhang Xiaoyu: "Let's go, let's go in." With that, he took the lead and walked into the cave.

The moment they stepped into the cave, they could no longer feel a trace of cold wind, and the two of them felt a lot warmer.

Earlier, outside the cave, Wang San felt that this cave was not small, but when he entered it at this moment, he found that this hole was a little bigger than he imagined, especially when he got inside, it was much more empty than the entrance of the cave.

"Okay, let's be here!" After speaking, Wang San threw the firewood on the ground, then took a torch from Zhang Xiaoyu and put it under the firewood.

When the dead branch caught fire, it soon burst into flames, making a "crackling" sound.

On a cold winter night, the flames were undoubtedly gratifying, and the two of them squatted down and greedily absorbed the heat of the flames.

Not long after, Zhang Xiaoyu's little face was red by the firelight, she turned her head and secretly looked at Wang San next to her, and happened to see the tattoo on Wang San's shoulder.

Although he had already seen it once, Zhang Xiaoyu was still attracted by it, and his eyes wandered along the chrysanthemum, admiring it......

"This is ......" Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned suddenly, and saw that under the chrysanthemum tattoo, there was a row of tooth marks!

Under such a beautiful chrysanthemum, a tooth mark appeared, which destroyed the beauty of the chrysanthemum and made Zhang Xiaoyu sober up. For some reason, when she saw this tooth mark, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Hearing this, Wang San turned his head and asked puzzledly, "What are you laughing at?"

"I won't tell you!" Zhang Xiaoyu retracted his gaze, but when he thought of the row of tooth marks, he laughed again, and thought, "Is that really what I bitten?"

"Don't say yes, but the poor monk's clothes, you should always return me!" Wan San stretched out his right hand and begged.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't expect Wang San to come so soon, he really did what he said, snorted lightly, don't look around, and said, "Don't pay it back!"

"I ......" Wang San was helpless, thinking: "Why don't you still do it, the poor monk has a way for you to hand it over." He withdrew his hand, leaned towards Zhang Xiaoyu, and said in a low voice: "Xiaoyu, could it be that you like it...... What does this dress smell?"

Zhang Xiaoyu was anxious, turned his head, glared at Wang San viciously, and said angrily: "With your torn clothes, this girl is not rare!"

Then he got up and took off his cloth clothes and threw them at Wang San, Wang San's hands were quick, he grabbed the cloth clothes at once, and was preparing to be on the boat, when his heart moved, thinking: "If you turn it over and wear it, won't you be able to cover the tattoo?"

"Alas, why didn't I think of it at first!" Wang San sighed, turned the cloth over and put it on his body, and found Zhang Xiaoyu looking at him, and said: "Xiaoyu, are you reluctant to wear this cloth?"

"Phew!" Zhang Xiaoyu spat lightly, she didn't know what to say, and said in her heart: "I've never seen such a shameless monk." Suddenly feeling hungry in his belly, he said, "Stinky monk, now that the fire is lit, can you go and find something to eat?"

Wang San was stunned, he almost forgot about it, but the torch was already out of gas, should he let him smear it?

Or is it a fire fold?

Not to mention that the light of the fire fold is dim, the wind outside is so strong, if you don't pay attention to it a little, the fire fold will definitely be extinguished, Wang San thought about it and said: "Light rain, the poor monk is still a little cold, and then roast it a little." With that, he sat down.

Sitting down, Wang San's whole face turned red, and he immediately roared: "Ouch!"

"Stinky monk, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked subconsciously.

"No, it's okay...... The poor monk seems to have sat on a ...... A stone. Wang San supported the ground with one hand and slowly raised his hips, and this lift instantly caused a sharp pain, and he couldn't help but scream in his mouth.

"Giggle......" Zhang Xiaoyu bent down with a smile and said, "You are such a shameless person, let alone sit on a stone, even if you sit on a knife, you will ask for it." ”

"Hmm...... Don't you want to be so ruthless, the poor monk has also saved you, don't you ......"

After a while, Wang San turned his gaze to the place where he was sitting before, and by the light of the fire, he saw a white stone that was three inches high, and said angrily: "You broken stone, the poor monk wants you to look good today!"

As he spoke, he kicked at the white stone with his foot, and he was afraid that his foot would hurt, but his foot had already stretched out, and Zhang Xiaoyu on the side looked at it again, and finally he had to kick it gently.

With this kick, the white stone rolled to the side, and Wang San looked at it and was instantly dumbfounded.

What kind of stone is this, it's clearly a skull!