Chapter 33
The bleak autumn wind brings a chill, and fallen apricot leaves cover the soil. The damp soil carries the smell of rotting dead branches and leaves. Lingshan has entered late autumn, and in a month's time, it will usher in the winter that the animals in Lingshan fear the most.
Two squirrels, one big and one small, stood on a branch. Their backs were covered with grayish-white fur, and their tails were held high. The big squirrel said, "Winter is coming soon. You should store food early. Find a suitable place to store food and start storing it."
The little squirrel tilted its head and looked at its mother, and asked in a childish voice, "But don't we already have a tree hole?"
“That’s my tree hole.”
The big squirrel looked at him and said calmly, "You are already four months old. It's time for you to have your own tree hole."
The little squirrel was stunned, as if he didn't understand what his mother meant.
Squirrels have always lived alone. When a squirrel is three or four months old, it will be driven out by its mother. The adult squirrel is also kicked out when it is four months old and lives alone.
The little squirrel looked hesitant. He had heard from his mother that winter in Lingshan was terrible, but he had never experienced it before. He was trembling with fear in his heart, "Will I be able to survive the winter..."
"No," the giant squirrel said mercilessly, "Your teeth are strong enough to crack open pine cones, your claws can hold onto tree trunks firmly, and you can run and jump very fast. It's time for you to live on your own."
"All right."
Not knowing how to continue fighting, the little squirrel lowered his tail and said disappointedly, "I know."
The big squirrel saw the little squirrel's reluctance, but still didn't give in. Every squirrel has to go through this moment when it starts to become independent, and so should her child.
Before leaving, the big squirrel pointed to the dense pine forest not far away and said, "There are a lot of pine cones ahead. Remember to collect more, otherwise your winter will be very, very sad."
"I hope you're still alive next year."
The little squirrel nodded solemnly, indicating that he had heard everything his mother said.
The mouse will definitely survive.
Watching his mother moving through the woods and soon disappearing from his sight, the little squirrel paused for a moment, then quickly grabbed a branch and jumped to another tree.
He has to find a tree hole first, and then quickly collect food!
Although the little squirrel didn't know how terrible the winter in Lingshan was, he knew that his mother would not harm him.
He searched for half a day in Lingshan before he barely found a suitable tree hole. However, the tree hole was damp and dark, and the smell was not very pleasant. However, the inexperienced little squirrel just thought that the tree hole was very big and must be able to store a lot of food!
After finding a suitable tree hole, he returned to the pine forest that the big squirrel had pointed out to him before leaving. Just as the big squirrel had said, every pine tree was laden with fruits.
The little squirrel climbed to the top of the tree, sniffed with his black nose, and smelled a sweet scent. He hurried to the source of the scent, grabbed a black pine cone, and pulled it down with his two claws.
After busy searching for a tree hole for half a day, he was now extremely hungry. He couldn't wait to sit on the branch after getting the pine cone, gnawing on the shell of the pine cone with his teeth, pulling out the pine nuts one by one, and eating them quickly.
The mouse has to eat its fill first so it has the energy to collect pine cones!
After eating a pine cone, the little squirrel stood up, shook his feet, and felt full of energy, as if he had not spent half a day looking for a tree hole.
"Gu!"
The rats are starting to stockpile food!
The tree hole that the little squirrel found was a little far from the pine forest. He was still very small, only half the size of a palm, and his feet were even smaller, but fortunately he was not slow when running and jumping.
Smelling another very sweet pine cone, the little squirrel ran and jumped to the branch of another tree and pulled down the big pine cone. His claws were very small, so he could only barely hold one pine cone before he had to go back to the tree hole to put it down immediately.
An hour passed, and only five pine cones were placed in the damp tree hole. However, the little squirrel was not discouraged, nor was he anxious about the passing time. He still worked hard to collect pine cones.
On the first day after leaving its mother, the little squirrel had fifteen more pine cones in its tree hole.
"Gu!"
The little squirrel slapped the pine cones with its claws and wagged its tail proudly.
The mouse is amazing. It collected fifteen pine cones in just half a day!
After being happy for a while, he suddenly became lost again. Looking around at the empty tree holes, he found a drier place to sit down, supporting his cheeks with his paws, feeling inexplicably melancholy.
No one knows how powerful rats are.
Fortunately, the little squirrel did not feel sorry for himself. He was melancholy for only a moment, and soon put aside the temporary feeling of emptiness. After a hard day's work, his whole body was filled with an indescribable fatigue. Even though he had eaten a pine cone at night, he still felt extremely sleepy at this moment.
The little squirrel yawned slightly and lay down on the ground. His small ears trembled slightly. He hugged his big tail, rubbed his cheek against the fur on his tail, and closed his eyes.
"Gu."
The mouse is going to sleep because he still has to collect lots of pine cones tomorrow.
The moon in late autumn was very bright. The cool moonlight shone through the tree hole onto the sleeping little squirrel, as if it was coated with a layer of silver light. He took a long breath, and let out two fragile hums from his throat. He kicked his legs and hugged the tail in his arms tighter.
After a good sleep, the little squirrel nibbled a few pine nuts the next day, then quickly ran back to the pine forest of yesterday. He was not completely unaware of death.
There were six squirrels in his litter alone, but only three of them had grown to his size, and they were all driven away by their mother yesterday.
The dead squirrels were thrown out of the tree hole by their mother. The little squirrels smelled the unpleasant smell of rotting skin and flesh. After the smell dissipated, the dead squirrels would turn into a thin piece of squirrel skin.
Don't turn into a squirrel skin!
Thinking of this, the little squirrel looked determined, clenched his claws, and started collecting pine cones with great enthusiasm.
The little squirrel is not the only one collecting pine cones in this pine forest. There are many other squirrels. However, compared to the little squirrel who carefully selects pine cones every time, they pick more casually.
A chipmunk with five black and brown vertical stripes on its back was holding a pine cone. It had seen the little squirrel before and knew that the little squirrel had been kicked out of the house yesterday, so it kindly reminded:
“Chirp.”
It's very slow to collect food like this. Winter is coming soon, and you won't be able to collect enough food in this month.
In fact, in the opinion of the chipmunks, it is too late to start collecting food now. In the winter in Lingshan, animals like them without magical powers cannot move around freely and can only survive by relying on stored food.
If there is not enough food, we may not be able to survive the winter.
In fact, many animals die in Lingshan every winter. For example, the chipmunk’s brothers did not survive last winter.
Hearing a mouse talking to him, the little squirrel turned his head and looked at the chipmunk. He pointed to a sweet-smelling pine cone on the tree and said, "Gugu, gugu!"
Can’t you smell it? This pine cone is more fragrant than other pine cones!
The most important thing is that after eating it, the mouse felt full of energy.
The chipmunk looked at the little squirrel suspiciously, sniffed hard, and didn't feel any difference between the pine cone the little squirrel was pointing at and the one in his hand.
"You'd better gather food quickly." The chipmunk sighed helplessly, "Winter is very cold, and we need to eat more food to survive."
Seeing the chipmunk leaving with a pine cone, the little squirrel blinked, but finally resolutely picked the pine cone he had chosen.
The pine cones that the mouse likes are definitely different from the others!
The little squirrel collected pine cones day after day, unaware that winter was coming quietly. One day, the sky of Lingshan suddenly became gloomy, and heavy clouds gathered above Lingshan, followed by silvery white snowflakes falling down.
"Gu!"
The rat's back hurts!
In the pine forest, a little squirrel with gray and white hair turned its head to look behind it. It was only four months old and had never seen snow, let alone the snow on Lingshan Mountain.
"Guji!"
What the hell is this?! Why is my whole body starting to hurt?
But when he turned around, he saw nothing. No animal was hitting him. There was only white snow falling from the sky. Once the snow touched his body, he felt a piercing pain.
What is this!
Is it raining rocks from the sky?
But the stone was obviously very heavy, but the object that fell on the body was not heavy at all and broke into pieces with a light squeeze. However, as soon as it was squeezed into pieces, the mouse's claws would feel terribly painful.
"It's snowing, why don't you go back?"
A tall and strong antelope stamped its hooves, lowered its head and said to the little squirrel, "Come up, I'll take you back."
Snow!
This white, rodent-inducing thing is snow!
The little squirrel endured the pain, cursing the snow in his heart as it was too heavy, and then he climbed up to the antelope's head with difficulty, and whispered a thank you: "Gugu."
Thank you.
The antelope had long limbs and could run much faster than the little squirrel. In less than a quarter of an hour, it had sent the little squirrel back to the tree hole. Although the little squirrel didn't have to run, a lot of snow fell on its body on the way back, and it was still in great pain.
He jumped from the antelope's head onto the tree, and tremblingly grabbed the trunk to climb up, but his paws were too painful, and one of his paws was holding a pine cone, so he couldn't hold the trunk at all. He was suspended in mid-air and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, he landed in a warm palm in the end.
The antelope transformed into a human form, raised his hand and placed the little squirrel at the entrance of the tree hole, blocking the hole with his palm to prevent the snow from falling into the hole, which would make the already painful little squirrel even more uncomfortable. He urged: "I see that the pine cone in your hand has some spiritual power. Eat it quickly, and the pain will go away."
The pain will go away after eating pine cones.
The little squirrel lay exhausted at the entrance of the cave, holding the pine cone that he had not thrown away in his two paws, and bit it fiercely. He bit it so fast that he had eaten the white flesh into his mouth in a short while.
Just as the antelope said, the pain in his body was relieved a little, until he finished eating half of the pine nuts on the pine cone, and all the pain in his body disappeared.
Through the gaps between his fingers, he saw the little squirrel move its body and seemed to have recovered. The antelope breathed a sigh of relief and kindly reminded him, "Don't go out to look for food tomorrow. Wait until winter is over before looking for it."
It turns out that winter has arrived.
The little squirrel blinked, then rolled over and got up from the ground. His round black eyes stared at the antelope curiously, and he whispered, "I see. Thank you."
but-
The antelope hadn't looked like this just now. How come it suddenly stood up? And, and its face was completely different! Its eyes, nose, everything was different!
Seeing that the antelope didn't show any pain on his face, the little squirrel asked curiously, "Why don't you feel any pain?"
"I?"
The antelope smiled and said gently, "I have a cultivation technique. Once I can cultivate to a stable human form, I won't be too afraid of the snow."
Practice?
The little squirrel stared at the antelope. He didn't quite understand what it meant, but his heart was beating inexplicably.
Are you not afraid of pain when practicing?
Rat also wants to practice.
"Humanoid?"
"Yes." Antelope's eyes were gentle as he explained carefully, "My current form is that of a human. If you want to practice cultivation, you can go to the foot of the mountain next year to find Old Turtle. He will teach you how to practice."
The little squirrel asked, "Who is the old turtle?"
The antelope was stunned, as if he didn't know how to explain. After a moment's silence, he said, "He is the guardian deity of Lingshan. Lingshan is his home. You'll understand when you go to the foot of the mountain in the spring."
The little squirrel nodded thoughtfully and wanted to ask something else, but the antelope pushed him in with his finger.
"I'm leaving now. My tribe is waiting for me to find spiritual herbs. See you next spring."
Before leaving, he told the little squirrel that the old turtle had given him a name, Lingyang.
Watching the antelope transform from a human form to its original appearance, the little squirrel scratched at the entrance of the cave. When he felt the snow on his forehead hurt again, he turned back to the tree hole and started to chew the pine cone he had not finished eating.
It turns out that snow means winter is coming.
As long as you can transform into a human stably, you don’t have to be afraid of snow and winter.
If you want to practice, you have to wait until spring to go to the foot of the mountain to find the old turtle.
The little squirrel memorized every conversation he had just had with Ling Yang. Because he was afraid of forgetting it, he would repeat it every day to make sure he remembered it correctly.
Rats need to learn skills!
Rats should not be afraid of winter!
Don't feel any pain, mouse!
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With the arrival of winter, Lingshan became so quiet that it seemed as if there was no living thing. In the dead silence, the little squirrel would peek at the hole every day to see if the snow outside had stopped.
There was no water in his tree hole. When he was thirsty, he could only lick the snow outside the hole twice before eating the pine cones. Before the pain in the lower part of his tongue had time to come, he quickly took another bite of pine nuts to relieve the pain.
"Gu!"
Why doesn’t the snow stop? Why hasn’t winter passed yet?
After an unknown amount of time, most of the pine cones in the tree hole had disappeared, but the snow outside still kept falling. The little squirrel couldn't help but feel anxious, but there was nothing he could do.
He could only go to the cave entrance to look at the snow every day, sometimes four or five times a day, but Lingshan was already covered in white, and the snow was still flying all over the sky, with no sign of stopping.
Time passed slowly, but it also seemed to pass quickly. Soon, only the last pine cone was left in the tree hole.
Holding the last pine cone, the little squirrel's fur lost its luster, and the damp tree hole made his fur much dirtier. However, he did not care about his fur now, but looked towards the hole with concern.
He had just checked and saw that it was still snowing outside. Winter had not yet passed.
"Gu."
The little squirrel felt uneasy as he touched the last pine cone with his paw.
Rat...can it survive this winter?
Two days later, after eating the last pine cone, the little squirrel hugged its tail and curled up in the corner of the tree hole. It closed its eyes and fell asleep quietly.
It's uncomfortable to be hungry.
But I'm not hungry when I fall asleep.
When the rat wakes up, winter will surely be over.
As the little squirrel woke up and fell asleep, he felt his strength gradually slipping away. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He looked up at the entrance of the cave and saw fine snow still falling.
His head felt dizzy, he didn't know whether it was because he was hungry or sleepy. He slowly closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was sad about whether he would be able to open his eyes tomorrow, or sad about being powerless at the moment.
Another sleep.
When the little squirrel woke up again, he suddenly discovered that the snow on Lingshan Mountain... had finally stopped!
"Gu!"
The snow has stopped!
Winter is over!
The little squirrel staggered out of the tree hole. His stomach was already empty, the pads on his paws were shriveled, and his two thin legs could hardly support him climbing the tree.
The mouse is so hungry!
The little squirrel casually grabbed the new sprouts on the branches, not caring whether they tasted good or not, and quickly stuffed the sprouts into his mouth. The astringent taste filled his mouth, but he squinted his eyes and smiled.
The rat is still alive!
The rat survived the winter!
The rat wants to eat lots of food, so it goes to the old turtle at the foot of the mountain to learn some skills!
The long winter did not dampen the little squirrel's fighting spirit. Instead, it made him more determined to learn skills and to make every winter in the future easier to endure.
After eating a lot of tender shoots and feeling less hungry, the little squirrel jumped down from the tree trunk and ran to the foot of the mountain without hesitation.
As winter passed, many of the animals on Lingshan Mountain that couldn't survive were reduced to skeletons. This was also the time when the animals, hungry all winter, were most eager for food.
The little squirrel, hiding in the dense forest, gasped as he watched an eagle catch a hare running on the ground. Its two eagle claws pierced into the hare's body, causing bright red blood to flow.
So scary.
Except in winter, not all animals in Lingshan are good. His mother once told him to be careful of snakes, minks, foxes, eagles and other animals taller than squirrels in Lingshan.
They eat rats!
Avoiding all places where it might encounter natural enemies along the way, the little squirrel ran to the foot of the mountain. It was already evening when the grass and trees on the mountain revived. The afterglow shone through the gaps between the leaves, and the little squirrel's fur was illuminated with a layer of light.
The little squirrel circled the foot of the mountain and saw only two big, thick stakes. When he touched them with his claws, he found that the stakes were actually warm and soft, like a piece of meat.
He ran for a while and suddenly saw a huge turtle's head lying limply on the ground, as if it was lifeless.
Just as he was hesitating whether to go forward, the huge head with wrinkles on its face suddenly opened its eyes. Its eyes, which were bigger than those of a small squirrel, were filled with gentleness and kindness. "It's a squirrel."
This sentence made the stiff little squirrel suddenly move. He moved closer and asked doubtfully, "Are you an old bastard?"
"Old bastard?"
Bixi smiled and said slowly: "Lingyang told you."
It really is an old bastard!
The antelope said that the old turtle was the mountain god of Lingshan. He was carrying the entire Lingshan on his back, so how could he not be a mountain god!
"right!"
The little squirrel suddenly became lively. He fiddled with his little feet and jumped in front of the Bixi. His eyes sparkled and he said expectantly, "Old bastard, I want to practice!"
The rat is going to become powerful!
Looking at the tiny squirrel in front of him with gentle eyes, Bixi stretched his neck, raised his head, and chuckled, "Okay."
The old bastard agreed!
The little squirrel's spirits returned. He moved closer, resting his two paws on the bixi's neck, and said excitedly, "Can you give me a name?"
Antelopes have names, and mice should have one too!
The little squirrel's two paws on his neck felt a slight itch, but Bixi had not been close to the animals in Lingshan for a long time. He lowered his eyes, as if thinking, and after a while he slowly said:
"How about calling him Song Shu?"
Bixi looked at the bewildered little squirrel and jokingly said, "This name suits you very well. I hope you will be happy in the future."
Song Shu?
The little squirrel blinked and suddenly jumped up with joy.
"Gu!"
Just call me Song Shu!
The rat has a name!
Spring is always a season full of vitality. A dewdrop drips from the tip of a green leaf, falls into the moist soil, and disappears in the blink of an eye, just like the rotation of cold and hot seasons in Lingshan.
The coldness and silence faded away, and what came next was the lively chattering sounds.
"You don't know. There are so many people in Kyoto. They perform acrobatics, sing operas, and have delicious cakes. The lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are beautiful, and there are pretty girls singing on the bows of boats. And the snow-capped mountains in the north never melt year after year, just like our Lingshan in winter..."
There was already a palm-sized squirrel wagging its tail, gesticulating, and describing with great joy all the beautiful sights he had seen in the human world. No matter how much descriptions of the human world there were in books and picture albums, they were ultimately not as shocking as seeing them with one's own eyes.
"I also bought a lot of storybooks!"
Dozens of storybooks were pulled out of the ring around his neck. Song Shu raised his chin and said proudly, "Look, the ones I bought are the best-selling ones in the area. Many people have read them, and some are even rushed to buy them."
He clapped his paws, puffed out his chest, and boasted, "But none of them can beat me."
The speed of the rat is unmatched.
The squirrel in the emerald green robe gradually overlapped with the skinny little squirrel with messy fur in his memory. A trace of emotion flowed in his eyes. Bixi praised him politely: "You are very powerful now."
Of course not!
Shu and Qin Mian have been traveling for more than half a year, and now there are legends about Shu everywhere!
Picking up a storybook he had recently loved, Song Shu climbed to the top of Bixi's head, flipped open a page with his two paws, and showed it to Bixi with great effort:
"Look, this storybook says there was a monkey trapped under a mountain for five hundred years. He then went to seek Buddhist scriptures and was eventually named Fighting and Victory Buddha."
"Old bastard, do you think a monk will rescue you from Lingshan Mountain one day?"
Song Shu has already understood that the old turtle is not the guardian god of Lingshan. It can even be said that Lingshan is a prison that traps the old turtle, but he has no way to rescue the old turtle now.
Even Qin Mian needed to rest for a while just to reinforce the formation of Lingshan. Shu's cultivation level was even worse.
Although he often boasts, he does not blindly think that he can solve all the problems in the world.
Song Shu was too close, and the storybook was almost hitting Bixi's eyes. Not only could he not see the contents clearly, but it even blocked Bixi's vision completely.
"Oh, you've blocked it all, I can't see anything." Bixi said softly, "Put the book aside, let me take a look."
Song Shu loosened his hand, and the book in front of him did not fall to the ground with a plop. Instead, it floated in the air and stayed in a position that was just right for the rat and the turtle to see.
"Look, look quickly."
Song Shu lay on top of Bixi's head, his chin resting on his paws, his big tail wagging, urging Bixi to quickly watch the scene where Monkey King was released from under the Five Finger Mountain.
After carefully appreciating it, Bixi smiled gently and said comfortingly, "Maybe one day, if a monk can come to Lingshan."
"Then I'll have Ling Yang keep an eye on it." Song Shu smacked his lips and said excitedly, "If a monk doesn't work, a Taoist priest might be fine. As long as they're not the bad Taoist priests we met before, any decent cultivator might be entrusted by heaven to take you on the pilgrimage."
After getting up, Song Shu became more and more excited as he spoke. He paced back and forth, excitedly planning: "By then, you will also go through 81 trials and tribulations, obtain the true scriptures, meet the Buddhas of the Western Heaven, and then be named the Mad Heavenly Turtle!"
Just think about being friends with the Mad Sky Turtle. How proud I would be if the news got out!
As Song Shu's arrangement became increasingly outrageous, Bixi couldn't help but say, "I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."
He was suppressed here as punishment. If Heaven wanted to let him go, it would have been released long ago. Why should he follow the example of Monkey King and go through disaster?
"Oh, let me think about it first."
Song Shu said with a good attitude: "What if? If it really doesn't work, wait for me to practice more. One day I will uncover the sacred mountain and release you."
"That's great." Bixi agreed, "I'll definitely thank you then."
"hey-hey."
Song Shu smiled foolishly. After returning to Xiaoyao Gate from the mortal world, he just said a few words to Qin Mian and rushed to Lingshan. He couldn't wait to tell the old turtle what he saw and heard in the mortal world.
The old turtle has been imprisoned for three hundred years, and the world has undergone earth-shaking changes. Song Shu wants the old turtle to know the changes in the world.
Jumping to the ground, Song Shu transformed into a human form. He took out cakes and snacks he had bought from all over the world from his ring. He bit a piece of cake in his mouth and stuffed it into the old bastard's mouth:
"Try it, these things are delicious, they are not available in Lingshan."
Bixi did not refuse Song Shu's kindness. As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Shu stuffed new pastries into his mouth. Before he finished the previous piece, the next one went into his mouth.
Seeing that his mouth was about to be stuffed, he finally couldn't help but shout: "I'll eat what's in my mouth first."
Stopping his hand, Song Shu muttered softly: "You have such a big mouth, why are you eating so slowly?"
Bixi glanced at Song Shu in confusion and thought to himself, he does have a big mouth, but if Song Shu keeps stuffing him with food, even if he has an open mouth, it will be filled up.
After Bixi finished tasting the cakes, Song Shu stuffed all the storybooks on the ground into Bixi's shell. The storybooks he gave to Bixi were all the best ones he had selected, and he also kept a copy for himself.
As he was stuffing his tortoise, Song Shu suddenly stopped and tapped his fingers on the tortoise shell. He asked curiously, "Old bastard, when you were in heaven, did you ever see a squirrel that became an immortal?"
"cough……"
Worried that his answer would discourage Song Shu, Bixi said implicitly, "Not yet, but based on your cultivation speed, I think you are very likely to be the first."
"Of course!"
Song Shu's pupils trembled with excitement, and he said happily: "Old bastard, if I become an immortal, will my children be immortal beasts in the future?"
The old turtle’s father is a divine beast, so the old turtle is also a divine beast.
If the rat becomes an immortal in the future, can its child be an immortal beast?
Bixi choked, glanced at the joy on Song Shu's face, and reminded him, "Your Taoist partner is a man."
Song Shu looked at Bixi as if he were a fool. Of course he knew that Qin Mian was a man and Shu was not a fool.
Bixi said again: "You can't have children."
"It doesn't matter."
Song Shu leaned close to Bixi's ear and whispered, "I saw in Journey to the West that there's a country of women where drinking water can lead to pregnancy. Maybe after becoming an immortal, there's also a fairy tree that can help you conceive. When I find one, I'll pick a fairy fruit for Qin Mian to eat."
When the time comes, the rat will ask Qin Mian to give birth to a child for the rat, and the rat will become the number one squirrel fairy beast in heaven and earth!
Bixi:......
Qin Mian's indifferent and distant face appeared in front of him. He opened his mouth, but finally fell silent.
Never mind, Song Shu just thought about it and it was nothing.
Song Shu was daydreaming unscrupulously when a yellow talisman suddenly flew up from his waist and a familiar cold and elegant young man's voice came from the talisman.
"Why haven't you come back yet? Are you going to spend the night in Lingshan?"
Qin Mian urged the rat to go back.
"knew."
After replying to the yellow talisman, Song Shu turned around and said goodbye to Bixi: "I have to go back to Xiaoyao Sect. I will come to see you later."
As he spoke, he took out a few sound transmission notes from his ring and stuffed them into Bixi's mouth. "If you want to talk to me, just send me a sound transmission. Then I will bring the disciples of the Rat Sect to see you."
After all, Bixi once taught Rat how to absorb spiritual energy, and the disciples of the Rat Sect must respect the old turtle in the future.
Bixi: "Okay."
With his neck held high, Bixi watched Song Shu leave with his long sword, with a faint smile in his eyes. In fact, he was also a little bit expectant.
If Song Shu could really find a fruit that could give birth to a child...
Oh.
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Author's words: Song Shu: Can a mouse find a tree to give birth to a child? Who supports it and who opposes it? [Come on]
Qin Mian: Haha.
Small Theater:
Amid the weasel's panicked cries, Song Shu shouted to Ah Hua to save Ah Huang, while he grabbed two grenades and threw them into the room, trying to kill Xuan Hua who had just fallen to the ground.
Just as he was hesitating whether to rush into the room and engage in a round of gunfire, Song Shu's screen suddenly displayed a line of words:
"Sleeping during the day often knocks Ah Hua Meow Meow Meow down."
Song Shu:!
"The other side has a cheat!"
Ah Huang yelled, "We've all thrown away our cigarettes, and he still managed to knock Ah Hua down with one shot! Boss, come down and deal with him!"
"Boss, I'm running out of blood, come and save me!"
Helpless, Song Shu said to Ling Yang: "Go save people first, don't let Ah Huang be killed."
The two retreated temporarily. Fortunately, Ah Hua was smarter than Ah Huang. She found a corner where the tower couldn't see her and waited quietly for rescue.
After Song Shu and Ling Yang rescued a weasel and a cat, while they were applying pesticides, Song Shu carried the P90 and went upstairs again to rescue the cat.
Upstairs, Xuan Hua cleaned up the blood, wiped his eyes, and asked casually, "Was it a squirrel that hit me just now?"
"Well," Ling You added, "it seems he's still the elimination king, and his name is the world's number one rat."
Xuan Xu said thoughtfully, "To my surprise, there are actually demon cultivators using their prototypes to participate in the game. I just saw a weasel and thought it was a pet that spawned in the game."
It was only when he saw that the person Qin Mian had knocked down had the ID "Did the weasel eat the big yellow chicken today" that he realized that the weasel should be the squirrel's teammate.
Just as the three of them were chatting, there was a faint sound of footsteps outside the door. Xuan Hua's face darkened. When he was about to give instructions, Qin Mian's nonchalant voice suddenly came from the headset:
"I saw the airdrop. I'm leaving now. You guys can drive here yourself."
Xuan Hua:! ?
Xuan Hua: "Are you kidding? We still have people here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanxu and Lingyou jumped out of the window at the same time. It was obvious that no one was ready to continue fighting.
Xuan Hua: ...Forget it, if they leave, I will leave too.
Hearing the sound of breaking glass, Song Shu knew that the people in the house were about to run away, so he rushed in immediately. However, he was always a step too slow. After a burst of shooting, he only made the person running last bleed a little.
Just as he was about to rush forward, another bullet was fired from the tower and hit Song Shu's feet.
Turning his head, he saw a dark figure waving at him not far away. Song Shu's face darkened, and there was rage in his dark eyes. He raised his gun and fired at the black spot on the tower.
"Gu!"
Provoke the rat and you will die!
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