Mrs. Love was awakened by the deafening snoring.
She was a little grumpy when she woke up. She was woken up by the thunder-like noise in her sound sleep and was naturally in a bad mood. The foot she kicked out almost made close contact with her husband's butt, and the bald cat rolled under the bed.
A hairless male beastman is like a male human without a penis; he has no status in the family.
But a second before she stretched out her leg, Mrs. Love stopped abruptly, and endured the pain of cramps in her legs from straining too hard, and looked at Mr. Love who was sleeping soundly with curiosity and surprise.
Her husband, who never fell asleep before dawn and would wake up immediately at the slightest noise, was snoring loudly in his sleep. Even when she was woken up and subconsciously stretched her legs, causing the bed to shake three times, she did not wake him up.
He was smacking his lips and drooling, as if he was having a sweet dream.
In my dream, there was crispy and tender grilled fish, and fragrant and delicious winter melon soup.
Forgive Mr. Love for only smelling the aroma of the winter melon soup and seeing the white, tender and plump fish meat. He can only imagine how it tastes when it enters his mouth.
His last clear memory was that the anchor named Yuying was making fire, eating, and petting a cat, and that the cat licked her face, leaving the faces of the innocent audience with a strange smell of blood and stench.
But Mr. Love just watched Yuying eat normally and fell asleep little by little.
Yuying felt a little drowsy before she even finished eating a piece of fish. Normally, it wouldn't take her long enough for her to toss and turn before she fell into a deep and deep sleep.
But the way Yuying eats seems to be different from the hosts in the food section.
Although Yuying had good etiquette as can be seen from her eating manners, her speed in eating seemed to be a quick decision. In just a few minutes, the bowl of soup and two fish were gone, and the food residue was buried in the process.
But Yuying was indeed enjoying her dinner - leisurely and enviably.
Then all the emotions become soothing, delicate and layered. In the night, the fire flickers with a sleepy warm halo, and insects are attracted by the light and fly into the fire. Suddenly, a spark jumps up and a faint crisp sound is heard.
Enjoy dinner, stroke the full and bloody furry creature, hold a cup of steaming hot soup and watch the last ray of light disappear into the woods.
A wisp of white mist floated in the soup bowl and quietly blended into the boundary between sunset and night.
All sounds, including the noisy sounds in the head that made it difficult to sleep, suddenly became quiet as if swallowed by the night.
The only sounds were the crackling of wood breaking and the low purring of a cat that was comforted by being petted.
No one can tell when it happened, but fatigue dragged the consciousness away to an unknown place, and the body seemed to be wrapped in a cloud, warm and light, and knew nothing.
"Okay, I should go to bed." Qi Guang rubbed the cat's forehead for the last time, announcing that he had completed his petting work for the day.
The cat kept chasing his hand and rubbing against it, as if it was enjoying being stroked. It used its claws to pull at Qi Guang's legs to prevent him from leaving, making sounds that sounded like it was acting coquettishly or throwing a tantrum.
Qi Guang had no choice but to scratch the cat's chin again before he could coax the old man to let go of its claws.
His relationship with the cat is developing at a rapid pace.
Maybe it was because the cat still had some of the friendly nature of a domestic cat in its bones, but it didn't show any aggression towards him. Occasionally, the cat would feed him a sparrow or a small snake it had found from somewhere. It even once brought him a half-dead gray mouse, which scared Qi Guang when he saw it.
It was a fat mouse bigger than Qi Guang's palm, a greasy lump that made a squeaking sound when it shook. Even though it was precious protein, Qi Guang couldn't convince himself to eat it, so he gave it to the cat as a snack with a green face.
Unless the situation in the end times is so difficult that one will starve to death if he doesn't eat, Qi Guang would never put rats in his diet.
But mice are a delicacy that cats like, otherwise they would not have brought them to feed the two-legged beast - the cat even deliberately did not bite the mouse to death, wanting to give the two-legged beast, whose fighting ability was questionable, practice how to hunt.
Since the bipeds wouldn't eat it, the cat was happy to enjoy this delicious snack.
It’s not good to be picky about food. No wonder bipeds can’t grow hair.
The cat licked its paws and stretched, squinting its eyes as it watched the two-legged beast crawl into the cave.
Qi Guang would stroke the cat, let the cat come closer to him, and even let the cat lick his face, but he currently had no plans to open his "home" to the cat. The pointed fence outside the cave was solid, firmly guarding the last protective gate.
Even cats that have been raised from puppyhood may not be tamed, so Qi Guang did not dare to be too confident about hunting wild cats in the forest.
Qi Guang couldn't understand the emotions expressed in the cat's eyes, nor did he understand the specific meaning of the cat's humming or meowing. He could only guess and try to get closer, but he didn't dare to get too close, for fear of being bitten accidentally.
Avoiding any actions that may cause injury or illness is Qi Guang's rule for survival in this forest.
The summer heat continues, with the stuffy and humid air, the hoarse cicadas, and the rain that has been falling for a few more days.
The sound of rain hitting the leaves has always been a white noise that helps with sleep, and it makes those insomniac viewers who came here from the forum feel the weird hypnotic effect of this live broadcast room.
Although for Qi Guang, people who are under great pressure and suffer from insomnia can fall asleep easily as long as they relax, his live broadcast at most has the effect of calming fragrance + white noise. However, this cannot prevent his name from being passed on by word of mouth among insomniacs and bald people, as if it were some secret advanced special medicine.
There are even bald friends who announced that they grew a layer of fuzzy hair from watching live broadcasts every day, which has further stimulated the enthusiasm of insomniac bald friends for the live broadcast room. To put it in more practical terms, Qi Guang's points income during this period is one third more than before, and after deducting the starships of the gold/main dads, his points can be around 80.
That’s two thousand four hundred a month, and if you work hard, you can earn one leg of Gundam (bushi).
Although the audience could enjoy a good sleep every day, Qi Guang, whose project progress was seriously hampered by the rain, did not sleep well.
The rain was not heavy, but it dripped down and made the ground muddy. The temperature dropped a little, and there was a damp and cool feeling in the wind.
After working indoors in the cave for several days, Qi Guang saw that the sky showed no sign of clearing up and began to think about how to travel on rainy days.
You might get sick if you get caught in the rain, but hiding in a cave every time it rains is not a long-term solution.
Qi Guang used vines, bamboo strips and weeds to weave a hat - actually it couldn't be called a hat, it was something you put on your head to keep out the rain, but the green color wasn't very friendly.
Thank God, the audience of Star Age didn’t understand the green hat joke, and there were even a few people in the barrage praising the good-looking shape of the hat.
With the hat, Qi Guang weaved some vines and stuffed weeds and vines into the gaps, so that he could put it over his body to keep out the rain.
It is much more economical than the raincoat that costs thousands of points even with a system discount.
Qi Guang put on his raincoat and his green (no need to emphasize here) hat and resumed his daily routine.
The first thing to do was to check every trap he set.
The situation is complicated on rainy days, and it is inevitable that animals will get soaked and panic. This can easily lead to unexpected gains.
There was a greedy squirrel with a big tail trapped in the bird trap. Qi Guang stared into the pair of black eyes for three seconds and let go of the two taels of meat that was not enough to fill his teeth.
Squirrels probably aren't very tasty either, as they don't look as good as sparrows.
It's just that I don't really want to eat it.
Thinking of this, Qi Guang felt that he had become depraved. There was actually a day when he would be so picky about precious protein.
Perhaps he was encouraged by the good growth of corn in the experimental field.
Although it is far from the level of intensive farming in modern society with a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu, the area is large and there is only Qi Guang to feed, and the excavation of the cellar is also going smoothly. If this goes on, not only will they be able to have enough to eat every meal during the winter, they basically don't have to worry about starving to death.
Another reason for letting the squirrel go was that Qi Guang heard the noise of another trap not far away.
That's where he set his sheep trap.
There were the bleating of sheep and the sounds of animals struggling.
When Qi Guang realized this, he paused for a moment, as if his brain needed to process this information before he could come up with a reasonable explanation.
--He had set the sheep trap for too long and was used to getting nothing. Now that he suddenly had some hope of gaining something, he was a little overwhelmed to react.
Qi Guang rubbed the mud off his torn straw sandals, stood on tiptoe on the less muddy stones on the ground and moved closer, then pushed aside the bushes to peek in that direction.
A sheep's leg was caught in his trap. It struggled and bleated loudly, and its body was covered in mud and water.
Sheep! Yingying finally managed to catch the sheep!
Today, Yingying caught the sheep!
The audience rushed to tell each other, and the atmosphere was as lively as a festival.
Judging from the traces around the trap, the flock of sheep seemed to have once hovered around the sheep for a while, trying to rescue its trapped companion, but they soon realized that their efforts were in vain, so when Qi Guang saw it, there was only the lonely sheep trapped in the trap.
The sheep must have been trapped not long ago, and they struggled with great strength, causing the tree with the trap to shake constantly. The rainwater accumulated on the leaves was shaken and fell down, splashing in the puddle on the ground.
Qi Guang observed in the bushes for a while and came to a conclusion.
Now is not the time to take action.
Killing a sheep is a strenuous job, and killing a sheep that is particularly strong is an even more difficult job. It is best to wait until the sheep has exhausted all its strength after struggling, as it will be much easier to do it then.
Qi Guang didn't just squat in the bushes and wait. When the sheep were tired and resting, he would throw a stone over to them, scaring the sheep that had just calmed down a little and causing them to jump up and bleat even louder.
At first, the sheep's strength was enough to make the leaves mixed with rain fall all over the ground, and the wire that was stretched to its limit seemed to make a sound that it could not bear the weight.
The wire was worth its price, as it effectively held up the sheep's stubborn struggle, which made Qi Guang's legs numb from squatting.
An hour later, the sheep's struggles became much less intense and its movements became slower. White foam was gushing out of its mouth and it was wheezing. Its curly fur was too heavy a burden for it to stand still.
Qi Guang waited patiently until the sheep was completely exhausted, staggering on the ground with its front legs bent and unable to stand up, then he walked out from behind the bushes.
The sheep was breathing heavily, and its square pupils turned to reflect Qi Guang's figure.
As if it instinctively sensed the danger from this strange two-legged beast, Yang suddenly rushed towards Qi Guang with strength from nowhere, and used Yang Miemie's ancestral headbutt on Qi Guang -
“Meh--!!”
The wire was dragged and left a deep mark on the tree trunk. The mud and water splashed by the shaking branches even splashed onto Qi Guang's face. In the end, he was only half a meter away from Qi Guang and could not move forward even a single step.
Qi Guang cautiously retreated a few meters, his eyes fixed on the sheep's throat, the fatal point.
"The next scene is a bloody one." The spear that Qi Guang carried with him every day finally found a use other than a cane. He raised the corner of his mouth to form a smile, "Please watch it at your own discretion."
Everyone knew what Qi Guang was going to do. Survival in the wild always involved bloody hunting.
Ah, Yingying is so happy with this smile!
I cover my eyes and dare not look, sheep baa baa qaq…
Woo woo woo woo, Baa Sheep, have a safe journey.
Judging from the host's posture, this is not the first time to see blood. Although it is a bit cruel, the contrast is a bit delicious...
The sheep is very cute.
The big, furry, round ball of fur and its slow, lazy herbivorous nature can really cater to the interstellar crowd's taste for healing.
If possible, Qi Guang didn't want to attack Yang Miemie.
It's all about survival.
Qi Guangping concentrated and observed the sheep's movements. The spear was only about one meter long, so in order to exert full force he had to get into the sheep's attack range.
At this moment, the significance of the previous waiting was revealed. Qi Guang did not need to expend too much energy to dodge the sheep's headbutt, which lacked strength and speed. He squinted his eyes and raised his spear, and stabbed it down suddenly as the sheep charged towards him.
The waiting time is so long that it makes one's legs numb, but it only takes one second to deliver a fatal blow.
The inertia of the sheep's collision and struggle, coupled with the force of Qi Guang's spear, caused the sharp tip of the spear to pierce the sheep's throat steadily and accurately like piercing tofu. The moment Qi Guang pulled out the spear and stepped back, blood sprayed all over his head and face.
The temperature is scorching hot, which is completely different from the cold and smelly blood of zombies. It makes people shiver and their hair stand on end.
It was as if he had been scalded by blood.
This was not the first time Qi Guang had killed someone.
He was not sure whether zombies could still be classified as living things, but even if they were not zombies, he had blood on his hands.
In other words, who among those who can live to his age in the apocalypse has clean hands