Zhang Xiaoqiang lay quietly under the shade of a tree and looked at the sky, his rapid breath kept blowing out from his nostrils with the rise and fall of his chest. The right hand was sore, numb, and painful. At that time, the pain felt like a wave of tides, as if the right hand was being fried in a hot oil pan.
Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the pain in his right hand, just looked at the sky, as if he hadn't recovered from the fight just now, the short and intense fight also consumed most of his physical strength, and now he was lying on the ground and didn't even bother to move his fingers. Until the eyes of a little girl's cute smiling face appeared.
"Uncle, you are so poor. I killed it in one shot. It took you so long to roll over and over to kill it? And ah! The one you killed seems to be smaller than mine."
Yang Ke'er squatted on Zhang Xiaoqiang's side and looked into his eyes, with a mischievous and narrow smile on her face.
Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled his eyes at her: "Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back. Could it be that the little girl has a halo of pig's feet? Why do these two things only look for me and not her?"
Yang Ke'er squatted beside Zhang Xiaoqiang and bandaged his right hand. Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on the ground pretending to be a dead dog, looking at the thick canopy above his head and thinking: "I'm really unlucky! I won't talk about it until I meet Yang Keer. After I met her, I was unlucky, I was almost killed by a mutant beast when I camped at night, I was almost strangled to death when I stayed in a small building overnight, I was almost dragged to death by drinking rainwater, and now I want to enjoy the cool and I was almost bitten to death by that thing."
"Could it be that the little girl Yang Ke'er committed suicide against the lone star of Tiansha? It would be unlucky to follow her." Zhang Xiaoqiang thought carefully as he looked at the busy little girl in front of him.
Yang Ke'er raised her head and saw Zhang Xiaoqiang looking at her, so she showed a bright smile to Zhang Xiaoqiang, her white and tender cheeks were flushed by the heat around her, like a delicious red apple. The big eyes bent into crescent moons with a smile contained a pool of clear springs, and then were opened by a smile to scatter a little bit of starlight. With two small dimples and two small canine teeth, it seems that Yang Keer looks super cute at the moment!
In an instant, Zhang Xiaoqiang's otaku heart was detonated by the cuteness on Yang Ke'er's face, and he was full of love from head to toe: "The little girl is mine, no one can take her away." God swear!
"Hiss! Take it easy, you are bandaging me, not plucking a pig's trotter!" Zhang Xiaoqiang was interrupted by the pain in his right hand, complaining to Yang Ke'er.
"Okay, I get it! It's not my fault, I've never messed with this stuff before, and who told you to make yourself so miserable? You don't know how to cherish yourself!" Yang Ke'er relaxed her movements, mouth Complaining inside, it feels a bit like a little daughter-in-law complaining about her husband.
In fact, Zhang Xiaoqiang still enjoys Yang Keer's little grievances, living alone for many years has made his heart withdrawn, and now he is also alive with the little girl's fights. Yang Ke'er squatted beside her, scrubbing the wound awkwardly and carefully, applying medicine, and packing it with gauze.
Zhang Xiaoqiang lay under the shade of the tree feeling the cool air on the ground, he didn't even feel the pain in his right hand, his mind was empty, he just felt the comfort of this moment quietly.
"Uncle, it's done! See if you are satisfied!" Yang Ke'er's voice startled the rare comfort away.
"Huh? So fast?" Zhang Xiaoqiang really opened his eyes and couldn't react.
"En! Uncle, take a look, my craftsmanship is so good!" Yang Ke'er urged, as if hoping to get Zhang Xiaoqiang's praise.
how to say? Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand looks very vicissitudes now, really vicissitudes.
The entire right hand is covered like a stunted wild pear, either a concave piece here or a raised piece there, and there are three gauze joints, presumably Yang Ke’er herself found that the place that should be wrapped is not covered, it shouldn’t be covered The place is all inclusive. The patch was made again with gauze, and Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that his right hand seemed to be half a catty heavier looking at the layers of gauze.
There is no bow tie, no lipstick mark, but the little girl wrote crookedly with a red signal pen that she didn't know where to find: "produced by Ke'er". There is also a heart-shaped logo below, which looks like an anti-counterfeiting trademark.
"Barely get by, don't be proud and continue to work hard." Zhang Xiaoqiang suppressed a smile and praised Yang Ke'er pretending to be serious.
"Yeah! I know!" Yang Ke'er was also very satisfied.
"Yes, but uncle! There seems to be no gauze!" Yang Ke'er turned around and looked at the rice dumpling on Zhang Xiaoqiang's right arm and said.
"Yeah! Got it, I'll find a way!" Zhang Xiaoqiang promised blankly, but he was wailing in his heart: "That's more than a catty of gauze!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he was resting and stood up. The sleeve of his left hand had been bitten into a broken fishing net by that thing, and even the animal skin inlaid in the sleeve had been bitten into small pits everywhere. Seeing these, Zhang Xiaoqiang gasped. Animal skins won't hurt even a saber! If it bites directly on the body, the skin, muscles and bones will not be able to cover it!
I secretly rejoiced that I was not lazy and inlaid the animal skin on the clothes. Walking up to the corpse of the thing and looking it over carefully, the size of the thing is about the size of a farm dog raised in the countryside. It is very slender, round and narrow, with short and thick limbs. Very weird.
One head was smashed to pieces by Yang Ke'er, it was bloody and bloody, leaving only the chin and neck connected together. One was crushed to death by Zhang Xiaoqiang with his fist, and the shape of the head was a bit round. The tail is thick, long and fluffy, reaching about half of the body, which looks a lot like an African ferret.
"Uncle, what is this?" Yang Keer poked the corpse curiously with the horn gun.
"Hmm! It looks familiar. If it is smaller, it looks like a weasel that likes to steal chickens in the countryside. In some places, it is also called Huang Daxian." Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered the weasel skin hanging on the wall at his uncle's house when he was a child. .
"Can you eat it?" Yang Ke'er seemed to really want to try wild game.
"I don't know, it should be edible, right?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little uncertain, as his father had never hunted a weasel before.
"Do weasels bite people? Why are they on trees? Can weasels climb trees?" Yang Ke'er regarded Zhang Xiaoqiang as "a hundred thousand whys". He kept asking.
"..." Zhang Xiaoqiang was depressed.
Yang Ke'er held a small knife she found somewhere, and she didn't dislike the stinky blood on the weasel's body. She skinned them, and it seemed that she had the potential to transform into a clever woman.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand was hung in front of his chest. Seeing Yang Ke'er busy, he felt a little relieved, but he was a little surprised that Yang Ke'er was like a Jingle cat, and would take out some weird things from time to time, and he didn't know that she usually hid them in where
"Zhizhi" something called out from the tree, both Yang Keer and Zhang Xiaoqiang were attracted by the sound, Yang Keer held the horn gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang hid behind with an appearance of 'I'm injured'.
The sound of "Zhizhi" kept coming, calling for something, seemed to be a little anxious
Not long after, three small round heads protruded from the tree trunk, and three little weasels, which were only bigger than mice, showed their figures, looking at the tree with shining eyes.
"Wow! So cute!" Yang Ke'er screamed loudly, and the three little weasels shrank back in shock from Yang Ke'er's cry.
"It's difficult for them to attack because we entered their territory?" Zhang Xiaoqiang understood a little bit.