A fish.
A twenty centimeter long fish.
Although I don’t know what kind of fish it is or whether it is poisonous, this fish is very attractive to an adult male who has been hungry for more than a day.
Si Di's knowledge of surviving in the wild was much richer than Xiao Zhenyun's. After identifying the species of the fish, he praised Taiji for a good job, then took out a dagger from his waist and prepared to remove the scales. Just as he started to cut, he suddenly remembered something and looked up at Xiao Zhenyun with a frown, "Can you kill a fish?"
After asking, he felt a little regretful. How could the high-ranking vice chairman of the trade union, a rich young master who had never touched water since childhood, scrape fish scales? Just as he was thinking about finding something else to do for this disabled person with lower limb paralysis, he couldn't let him eat for free, when he heard Xiao Zhenyun answer: "Yes."
"Really?" Si Di frowned even more. He hooked the fish's gill cover with his fingers and walked to Xiao Zhenyun, "Don't kill the fish and then let it go. I will throw you into the water and pick you up later." He handed over the inverted dagger and pointed the hilt at Xiao Zhenyun, "Don't play tricks. You can't beat me even with a gun."
Xiao Zhenyun glanced at his broken hand suggestively, and Si Di said unhappily: "Even if both of my hands were broken, you still can't beat me."
"I know, I know." Xiao Zhenyun took the dagger, and his knife skills were quite neat. "I can't live without you. I won't do anything stupid."
Si Di always felt that although this was indeed what he meant, it sounded very strange. He lowered his head and saw that Xiao Zhenyun had completely forgotten what he said. At this moment, he had pressed the fish on the smooth stone surface, skillfully scraped off the scales, cut open the belly of the fish, and then took out the internal organs.
When he was in middle school and high school, Xiao Zhenyun often helped his mother to prepare raw meat, filleting fish, chopping chicken, and cutting eels. After his mother died of illness, he did these things less, but the muscle memory was still there.
Si Di was very surprised how Xiao Zhenyun could do such a thing, but he just remembered it silently and said nothing.
During this time, Taiji went to the woods and brought out a lot of twigs and dead leaves, and piled them beside his master's legs. Xiao Zhenyun thought that Si Di would perform the trick of rubbing two sticks together to make fire, but who knew what the sentry's clothes, pants and belt were made of? He fumbled around and took out a lighter, and with a slight flick of the light, the fire started.
While Si Di was cutting thin branches, Taiji ran downstream again and soon brought back two more fish, one large and one small. The large one was jumping around in its mouth, its tail almost leaving an afterimage. Black Wolf walked back briskly, slapped the fish into Xiao Zhenyun's hand, knocked the fish unconscious with his heavy front paws, and then sat down next to him in an orderly manner, waiting for him to deal with it.
Xiao Zhenyun was very satisfied with Tai Chi's hunting ability in the wild. He squeezed out a little guide element and graciously reached out to smooth the fur on its back. It was very hard and prickly.
When Si Di finished cutting the branches and looked up, he saw his spirit body using its big furry head to push Xiao Zhenyun's legs, almost gnawing on the guide's skinny thigh as if it were a chicken leg.
"Tai Chi!" Si Di was furious, and at the same time he was incredulous. The spirit's behavior followed the truest thoughts of its master. Could it be that he actually longed to get close to Xiao Zhenyun? How could he accept this