8 Can you regain your sanity before dying?

◎Two big golden retrievers◎

Fu Yiran was unable to stop the fight between the cat and the dog.

By the time the beating was over, two tips of the cat's nails were broken and the dog had several bald spots.

It changed from a shiny and luxurious big blanket to a cheap, worn and dirty blanket.

It was such a big golden retriever, but it was beaten like a little wife. It just curled itself up into a ball with a wronged look, looking pitiful.

After teaching the dog a lesson, the kitten was obviously in a much better mood. It licked its paws slowly, casually sharpened its broken nails twice, walked out of the tree hole with an elegant cat step, and then came in dragging a fish.

To say that it is dragging is not an exaggeration at all.

This fish weighs at least 30 kilograms, and Xiaoju is incredibly small compared to the fish.

But it was such a small kitten, dragging a huge fish in, and it looked so relaxed.

It held the fish in its mouth and walked to Fu Yaran. It shook its head and placed the fish in front of her. It held its head high and said reservedly, "Meow."

I caught some prey and I'll share half with you.

Fu Yaran guessed: "You're treating me to fish?"

The little orange cat nodded modestly.

Fu Yaran cried out and hugged the little orange cat: "Xiaoju, you are so kind."

Before the kitten could struggle, Fu Yiran let go of her hand: "I'll go take care of the fish, and I'll make sure you're full later."

A fish weighing thirty kilograms is not difficult to handle.

When Fu Yiran was dragging the fish to the creek to process them, she also caught a pheasant and two rabbits.

Part of the fish was roasted, part was used to make soup, and Fu Yaran even made meatballs with part of it.

An irregular small stone pot was used, and the result was surprisingly good, and it could be directly cooked into the fish soup.

The fish balls were put in one by one, and when they were all ready, Fu Yiran saw Maomao pushing half of the fish in front of her.

"Give me half? I can't eat that much." Fu Yiran took back a part, which was just enough for Xiaoju's appetite.

At the same time, she also used her recovered supernatural powers to add some ingredients to Xiaoju's part.

Xiaoju accepted it without hesitation.

At the same time, it bristled and snorted threateningly at the golden retriever who couldn't help but look at its food.

"I won't let it steal Xiaoju's food." Fu Yiran comforted Xiaoju first and gave it the roasted pheasant. Then she took down two roasted rabbits and said to the golden retriever, "Eat them first to fill your stomach. I'll catch some prey for you later."

Xiaoju was dissatisfied: "Meow!"

That glutton eats so much, do you want to keep him around?

Fu Yaran coaxed the angry kitten: "I can be full by eating the fish that Xiaoju gave me. My Xiaoju is really well-behaved and capable."

The little orange cat, whose head was being rubbed, squinted his eyes and looked very comfortable.

Whether it is a cat or a dog, they eat very quickly.

For a creature as big as the Golden Retriever, two hares can only fill its stomach.

But it didn't steal the food either.

One reason is that they don’t want to, and another reason is that they don’t dare.

After being beaten by a cat so many times, it will eventually learn its lesson, okay?

After eating, the little orange began to feel sleepy. It squinted its eyes leisurely and was too lazy to move.

Fu Yaran cleaned up the cave and warned Xiaoju and Jinmao: "Don't fight, Dajin, don't mess with Xiaoju, okay?"

The big golden retriever said aggrievedly: "Woof."

Golden Retrievers are well-behaved and don’t cause trouble.

Fu Yiran felt a little guilty.

But everyone has their biases. What's wrong with her being partial to Xiaoju, who has a deeper relationship with her?

Before leaving the tree hole, Fu Yaran remembered something. She looked up at Xiaoju and said, "If anything happens, protect yourself first."

She did not forget that the first time she saw the golden retriever, it was in a crazy state.

Let the golden retriever run away. At worst, her ability progress will return to a slow state.

But Xiaoju can't be in any trouble.

The little orange cat felt Fu Yiran's concern, and saw the golden retriever wagging its tail in grievance. It raised its head and nodded reservedly. In fact, the little orange cat's tail was already wagging happily.

In the forest, it is actually not difficult to catch enough prey.

Especially since the prey in this forest are a bit stupid - again, really stupid.

After chasing away the little squirrel that came near her, Fu Yiran put a lot of mushrooms, ginger and garlic that she found in the basket on her back.

In his hand was a string of rabbits and pheasants tied with vines.

Thinking that was enough, it would be difficult to carry any more, so Fu Yiran walked back.

However, she had not walked far when she suddenly heard a humming sound.

The humming sound sounded familiar. Fu Yiran suddenly thought of a certain animal and moved closer with anticipation.

Sure enough, she saw a creature with black skin and a short, curly tail - a wild boar!

This wild boar is probably not yet an adult and looks to weigh no more than a hundred pounds.

But that’s over a hundred pounds of meat!

And a wild boar represents not only pork, but also lard.

Fu Yiran can still find ginger and wild onions, but the oil will take more than one or two days to produce!

She had heard of how to make lard, but she really didn't know how to make rapeseed oil.

Fu Yiran didn't hesitate at all, she just rolled up her sleeves and rushed forward with great enthusiasm.

Wild boars have always had strong attack power, but this wild boar is just an ordinary wild boar, not a mutant animal.

In comparison, Fu Yiran is at least a level two psychic, so dealing with an underage wild boar is a piece of cake for her.

A few minutes later, a little wild boar was lying on the ground with its eyes open. Fu Yiran hummed a song and dragged the little wild boar back.

The wind carried away the smell of blood. In the distance, a mature wild boar smelled a hint of blood, turned around a few times, and groped its way towards the direction of the smell.

Of course, Fu Yaran didn’t know any of this.

She first went to the stream and processed all the prey, then she strung them together with vines, used a strong wooden stick as a shoulder pole, and carried the prey back to the tree hole.

Xiaoju, who was sitting at the entrance of the tree hole, saw a human figure from afar and jumped into the tree hole.

When Fu Yiran arrived, it was leisurely wagging its tail above the small tree hole, looking down at Fu Yiran from above. It was impossible to tell that it had been waiting at the entrance of the tree hole just now.

"Xiaoju, I brought back some good stuff this time. I'll let you try it later!"

Fu Yiran said excitedly, and Xiaoju's eyes fell on the cut pork, tilting his little head.

Because of its small size, it does not like to hunt large prey.

Besides, wild boar is not on its favorite diet, so this is the first time it has seen wild boar meat.

Instead, the golden retriever looked at it twice more, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

So two-legged beasts like this kind of prey?

It has quite a bit of territory, and the meat of this prey is really good. Next time, it can also hunt it and feed it to the two-legged beast that it is close to.

Fu Yiran's stone knife was not as good as a good knife after all, and the pork belly slices she cut were a bit thick, but after she started roasting it, Fu Yiran thought it was not bad.

Rabbit and pheasant are both roasted in the usual way, only the pork belly slices are new.

Fu Yiran found a fruit that looked a bit like lemon today, and tentatively dropped some water on it. The pork belly skewers had a light sour fruit aroma, which made them smell even more tempting.

Because it was her first attempt, Fu Yiran only grilled three skewers.

She gave the first roasted skewer to the little orange cat that had come to her out of nowhere.

"Be careful, the meat is freshly grilled and very hot."

There was only a faint strange aroma on the pork belly, so the little orange cat could still resist it. It looked reservedly at the golden retriever next to it who was staring at it eagerly, and nodded at Fu Yiran.

Then it saw the second string and gave it to the golden retriever.

Fu Yaran continued to give instructions, and the golden retriever looked at Fu Yaran with sparkling eyes in surprise. Although it was so big, it exuded a well-behaved temperament from head to toe.

The little orange scratched the ground in dissatisfaction. Fu Yaran sneaked up to it and said, "The one I gave you is the most beautiful one, and it must be the most delicious one as well."

The kitten, who was angry just now, raised its head and looked indifferent, but its tail behind it was obviously out of control and was swinging back and forth happily.

A smile flashed in Fu Yiran's eyes.

Who doesn’t like such a cute little kitty?

The pork belly skewers are cooked with only ginger water to remove the fishy smell, and the seasonings are only salt and a fruit that Fu Yaran calls lemon fruit.

But the taste is exceptionally good.

The little orange cat ate without even raising its head, while the big golden retriever took a careful bite and its eyes lit up.

It tastes different from the meat it usually eats, but it’s super delicious!

"You all can eat it, right? Then I'll grill it like this?" Fu Yiran finished eating a skewer of pork belly and was very satisfied.

There is a limited amount of pork belly on a pig, but Fu Yiran was not reluctant at all. She cut off all the parts of the pork belly and roasted them in skewers.

Thin slices of pork belly are easier to grill, and it’s just right to eat them while grilling.

When the roasted rabbit and roasted chicken were ready, Fu Yiran divided them among the kittens and the dog.

The kitten was full from the previous meal, so Fu Yiran gave it a roasted chicken and a roasted rabbit leg, mainly to satisfy its craving.

The rest, except for a chicken leg, two chicken wings and a rabbit leg left for herself, were given to the big golden retriever.

Most of the pork belly went into the stomachs of the two.

After eating, the big golden retriever was about 60% full.

The little orange cat lay on the ground and didn't want to move.

The flat belly has become swollen, and it is obvious that he has eaten too much.

Fu Yaran was amused and reached out to rub its belly: "How is it, are you feeling better?"

The little orange cat meowed lazily, slowly closed its eyes, and its breathing became more even.

Fu Yiran was about to stop when she suddenly sensed something was wrong.

The cat's temperature was rising, and it began to hum softly. Its legs were shaking and twitching, as if it was in pain.

This shouldn't be the reaction after eating too much, right?

Fu Yiran was suspicious, but she was more worried about Xiaoju's situation. At this time, she did not hesitate and slowly transferred the supernatural power into Xiaoju's body.

With the influx of superpowers, Xiaoju's convulsions became much milder, but the temperature was still rising.

The temperature didn't stop rising until Fu Yiran felt it was a little hot.

The discomfort made Xiaoju utter the meow of a kitten. Fu Yaran stroked its back again and again, not caring about the fact that her hands were burned red. She just kept comforting it: "Xiaoju, it's okay, I'm always with you."

Olivia just felt hot.

Her mental strength seemed to be rioting, scattered, uncontrolled power surging in her body. She felt like she had fallen into boiling water or been placed in a steamer.

The unbearable feeling made her already unclear mind even more confused.

In a daze, she still remembered that she must have exiled herself because of a mental riot.

Has she reached her limit?

Even if one riots to the point of losing his mind and turning into a wild beast, can he still regain his sanity before dying?

Is this a blessing or cruelty?

Dying like this... maybe it's better. At least she won't hurt the people she cares about because of going crazy.

Her thoughts gradually sank, but a warm and cool spring flowed in from somewhere and soothed her body.

A gentle, motherly and inclusive voice also sounded.

"...It's okay, I'm always with you."

The unconscious little orange cat lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes, widened to the point where they were almost full, suddenly met the beautiful face of a young woman.