The mountains and forests in the distance are obscured by the mist, looming like a world of confusion.

Such a landscape, if put in modern times, it must be a tourist attraction, and now Duan Yu wants to see more is that a gust of mountain wind is blowing, blowing away all these fogs.

If you can, you can blow him into the sky by the way.

Duan Yu roared in his heart.

Early in the morning, why is it so unlucky. When I wanted to meet my friends, I encountered a tornado and was swept directly into the fog in front of me.

If it weren't for this hellish place, with many trees and a fork hanging him, he would have wondered if he would have fallen to his death just now.

Where the hell is this place?

After staying in this fog for a long time, Duan Yu looked at it, it was either a dense fog, or an ancient tree entwined with thick vines, walking and walking, and he could hear the sound of some jungle beasts from time to time.

"Goo~"

It's the sound of birdsong, and it's the sound of hunger coming from someone's stomach.

Duan Yu touched his stomach, in order to taste the taste of that water spirit fruit again last night, he didn't immediately eat the lower grade Bigu Dan that Yu Liuji sent to him.

And now, after staying in the fog for half a day, the energy provided by the water spirit flesh in his stomach has been consumed.

Suddenly.

Hunger is coming upon him again!

"Why are you so unlucky, Bigu Dan didn't bring it with you. Duan Yu raised his head and looked around at the fog in front of him blankly, "I'm hungry now, where am I going to find food?"

Suddenly.

Another birdsong sounded on Duan Yu's back.

"Coo-goo".

"Is this strange cooing sound again, partridge?" Duan Yu turned around and guessed softly, "It doesn't seem to be a partridge, it should be other birds, and it seems to be around here." ”

After closing his eyes and listening carefully, and determining where the cooing sound was, Duan Yu followed the birdsong.

His requirements are not high, and it is good to be able to have a full meal.

Of course.

If it can be acted like a TV series.

Just make a chicken called Huaji, and you will meet the legendary grandfather, or some fairy beauty at the level of sinking fish and geese.

Then like a turtle, he has never eaten a flower chicken, so he is full of praise for it, saying that he wants to give him some treasures, and even you have a strong wish, and I secretly promise.

"Smack"

Duan Yu slapped himself hard in his heart, shattering this kind of bloody and brainless fantasy, what do you want, Fang Xin secretly promised.

If he met a living person, he didn't ask for anything, just to take him out of this foggy place.

Of course, it's best to take him back to Xianmen.

"Goo-goo"

"The voice was close, as if it was around here. Duan Yu stood under a banyan tree, "This fog is too thick, everything two meters away is blurry and can't be seen clearly." ”

Originally, Duan Yu wanted to close his eyes and listen carefully to the sound of cooing birds, in which direction.

But.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

In the fog ahead, there was a black shadow scurrying, and the black shadow was not large, about the size of a football.

That moment.

Without any hesitation, Duan Yu raised his legs and chased after the black shadow, relying on his intuition that he had raised chickens at home.

He was very determined.

The black shadow was a pheasant, and the cooing sound that had attracted him here just now was obviously not a birdsong, but a rooster's song.

Sure enough.

As Duan Yu gradually caught up with the black shadow, he finally saw clearly that the black shadow within two meters of his field of vision was really a pheasant.

Merely.

This pheasant was a little different from the pheasant he remembered.

The first is on the feathers.

The feathers on its wings and tail were dense and short, and only gray and red, overlapping each other, and the layers were like brown-red scale armor.

And the feathers on its back, giving Duan Yu the feeling, are very thick, although they are also gray-red, but there are more red feathers in it, and when it runs, it is like a burning fire.

The feathers on its belly are pale red, very fluffy and soft, like freshly bounced cotton wool. If you touch it, it should be very hot, right? Duan Yu chased after the pheasant, and this strange thought suddenly surged into his mind.

The fog is thick and unusual, sometimes dispersing, sometimes gathering.

The green leaves and weeds in front of Duan Yu were constantly retreating, and they were soon drowned in the thick fog.

After scurrying in the fog, he couldn't remember that he was carried by this pheasant in the fog, and ran to that position.

It was only a vague feeling that as he chased after the pheasant, the dense fog around him did not seem to be as thick as before.

And so it goes.

His field of vision gradually changed from two meters to a little larger, so that he could avoid the fog in a more timely manner, and suddenly there were obstacles such as stones, huge rotting wood and dead branches.

As a result, the speed of chasing this pheasant suddenly increased a lot.

Time.

The pheasant, which was fleeing for his life, made a more rapid, mournful clucking sound.

There are several times.

If it weren't for the dense weeds that appeared in front of it, or the direction of the straight line to escape, Duan Yudu felt that he was a little bit away from being able to catch it.

Of course.

The more he didn't catch the pheasant, the more Duan Yu wanted to catch it.

Therefore.

His attention was also more and more focused on the pheasant, and he didn't notice that the thick fog around him began to fade.

His own figure was fleeing forward with the pheasant out of the mist.

When his eyes were clear and there was no sense of haze, Duan Yu's expression was shocked, and Mougins looked into the distance.

The clear mountain veins, the tall green trees, and a small mountain stream that is not wide are emitting the sound of Ding Ling, who seems to be playing a crisp mountain ballad.

"I'm here, came out?" Duan Yu was stunned, and then looked down at the pheasant hiding in a clump of weeds in front of him, and then his pupils widened, and he shouted happily, "Pheasant, you brought it out, how can I thank you?"

Duan Yu lifted his leg and chased after him again.

"Cooing", when the pheasant saw this wicked man, he pursued it again, and immediately made a hurried sound and rushed out of the weeds.

But this time.

In terms of speed, it's obviously not as fast as before. Duan Yu knew that this was the animal's physical strength, which had dropped drastically because of his long pursuit.

That's why just now, when I saw him stop, I immediately got into the haystack and hid, instead of running far.

After thinking about the reason, Duan Yu secretly sighed, flew forward, and immediately threw this pheasant, which couldn't run, to the ground, and then grabbed it directly.

Half an hour later.

Next to the mountain stream, Duan Yu faced the fire that was burning, and added a bundle of newly found dead branches again.

He doesn't know how to do it very well, but he probably knows that after killing the pheasant without any tools, wrap the pheasant in thick soil, put it directly into the fire, roast it violently, and wait for the feathers to stick to the soil and fall off, which is very convenient.

"Gurgling. ”

"I've said it all, I won't eat you now, and you still don't believe it. ”

Sitting on the stones of the stream pan, Duan Yu looked at the pheasant whose claws he tied with rattan and said.

Originally, he wanted to eat the pheasant.

But as soon as he came to the mountain stream, he changed his attention, because there were many fish in this long stream, which was about one meter wide. These fish resemble succulent bighead fish, each one the size of two palms.

It looks pretty dull.

He put his hand in the cold stream, and these mountain fish like big-headed fish had no idea of dodging.

It is easy to catch two big-headed fish, so it is changed from eating flower chicken to roasting big-headed fish.

In fact.

It's not that Duan Yu found out in conscience that he didn't eat this pheasant.

It's that he simply doesn't know how to be a chicken, theory exists in practice, and practice consumes materials, and what a beautiful pheasant to practice the truth. He felt that it was a pity, if he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to eat it when the time came, wouldn't it be a blood loss.

"Coo-goo. The pheasant crowed again.

Picking up the wood on the ground, Duan Yu looked at the pheasant and emphasized lightly again. "It's all said, I really don't eat you now, you don't have to be so nervous. ”

The strange pheasant he had caught had a white feather around its eyes, and the white hair resembled its eyebrows, which made its eyes look particularly bright.

It seemed that with these strange eyes, he could see the true meaning expressed by Duan Yu's demeanor, and as soon as Duan Yu finished speaking, he heard it cry out in protest again.

"Gurgling..."