The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

Ruan Mobei roasted the pheasant, gave most of it to He Songming, and ate some himself.Without seasoning, the taste is really bad. The only consolation is that he handles the ingredients very cleanly and bakes them until they are fully cooked. There should be no stomach discomfort after eating them.

He struggled to swallow the last morsel of the tasteless chicken, saddened by the thought that he might be left with this bland food for months to come.

Ruan Mobei sighed silently in his heart, and suddenly felt a tightness around his waist. He looked down and saw a straw rope was strangling his waist, and He Songming was behind him, clumsily tying the rope into a knot.

What is this for?Want to tie him up so he doesn't escape?

"I won't run." Ruan Mobei stood up, and the knot He Songming made might be difficult for animals to break free, but it was untied in one click in his hands.

Ruan Mobei wrapped the straw rope around He Songming's wrist a few times, and tied a bow with his fingers, and said with a smile, "You should keep this for yourself."

He Songming looked curiously at the macho bow on his wrist, and hooked one of the small circles with his fingers, but with too much strength, he pulled the circle away.

His mouth was dry after eating meat, and Ruan Mobei went to the stream to drink some water. He Songming squatted by the water, looking at his own reflection on the water, and at Ruan Mobei beside him, as if confirming Are they both the same.

It was a bit hot in the jungle, and the humidity was high. Ruan Mobei was sweating while sitting in front of the fire, and it was sticky and uncomfortable. He wanted to take a bath, but He Songming was staring at him right next to him. It's not right to ask him to take off his clothes, and it's also not right not to take them off.

Seeing the pet he picked up by chance hesitate by the water, looking at him from time to time, a little embarrassed, He Songming suddenly realized, he stretched out his hand, and pushed Ruan Mobei down.

——There is nothing to be afraid of, just go in and try it out.

With a crash, Ruan Mobei fell into the creek unexpectedly.

Fortunately, the water was only waist deep, so he hurriedly grabbed He Songming's arm by the stream to stabilize his balance.

"What are you doing!" Ruan Mobei wiped the water off his face angrily. His feet were heavy, and he didn't need to think about it. His shoes were soaked, and his jacket and pants were not spared.Ruan Mobei began to despair when he thought that he might have to wear wet clothes for a long time in the future.

Out of breath, he picked up the water and splashed it on He Songming's face.

This man is really barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, and he doesn't want to wear clothes when he runs naked.

He Songming raised his arms to cover his eyes, and did not dodge. The water splashed on him, wet his tangled hair and beard, and flowed down his shoulders and chest, leaving crystal clear water on his wheat-colored skin. trace.

This was a game that he had never experienced when he was alone. He Songming laughed, picked up a handful of water as a counterattack, and splashed Ruan Mobei all over his head and face.

"You're still in good spirits." Ruan Mobei retaliated unceremoniously, making He Songming drenched all over. He was very gentle to He Songming when he was a teenager, because he was a child after all, and now facing the adult in front of him, But not so good-tempered.

The man crouched on the bank, like a large dog soaked in the rain, he shook his head, his dirty hair twitching.

Ruan Mobei suddenly felt that his messy hair and beard were so irritating to his eyes.

I have to find a chance to shave it off. What tool is better?

Since they were all wet, Ruan Mobei simply took a bath in the water.

The sticky feeling on his body disappeared, replaced by freshness. Ruan Mobei raised his head, rubbed his neck and collarbone, which were most easily dirty, with his fingertips, and rinsed them with water.

He Songming squatted on the bank, staring at his upturned neck without blinking.

Ten minutes later, Ruan Mobei climbed up from the stream wet all over. He took off his shirt, wrung out the water vigorously, shook it and put it on again.

Afterwards, he did the same thing, unscrewing the water from the inner and outer pants. When taking off his underwear, He Songming gave him a few hard glances, then looked down at himself, and finally confirmed that the two of them were the same creature, and jumped up for joy.

Ruan Mobei......

Realizing that no matter how suffocating the situation is, he is the only one who is embarrassed, Ruan Mobei looks away. Anyway, He Songming doesn't understand anything now. Shame is a concept that doesn't exist in his heart, just like Adam and his wife in the Garden of Eden. Eve, the newborn human beings were honest with each other and were not ashamed until they ate the forbidden fruit by mistake.

The shoes were soaked in water and swelled very heavy, and it wouldn't be able to dry in a short while. Ruan Mobei simply took them off, carried his sneakers, and walked barefoot on the road like He Songming.

Grass, broken branches and pebbles were biting the soles of his feet, and Ruan Mobei felt pain after a while, he couldn't help but stop, raised his foot, and slapped a gravel stuck in the arch of his foot.

He is a person who is used to wearing shoes, and the soles of his feet have not experienced much suffering, so he can't compare with He Songming who runs around barefoot all year round.

He Songming looked back at him, and seeing Ruan Mobei walking in pain, he stretched out his arms around his waist, and before Ruan Mobei could react, he swung him up!

Ruan Mobei! ! !

After a whirlwind, he was carried on the shoulder by He Songming, with his stomach just touching the man's strong shoulder.

Ruan Mobei...vomit.

He Songming even turned upside down, adjusted into a comfortable posture, and carried Ruan Mobei on his shoulders like he was carrying a sack.

Ruan Mobei was in a torment during the short distance of [-] meters, and he was a little dazed when he was put down by He Songming.

A gust of wind blew, and the moisture on the wet clothes evaporated and took away the temperature on the skin. Ruan Mobei couldn't help shivering, and touched his arms to make the goosebumps go away.

The sky is already dark, covered by tall trees, the visibility in the jungle drops very quickly, and it won't be long before you can't stretch your fingers. Nocturnal birds start to coo and insects sing, heralding the coming of night .

Humans don't have good night vision like other animals. Ruan Mobei couldn't help worrying about the first night full of unknowns. He hurried to collect dry branches and dead grass nearby, hoping to raise a bonfire with enough light before dark .

He Songming watched for a while, and joined the ranks of picking up twigs, but he didn't understand that dryness was the most important thing. Many of the collected wood were too wet to be used.

Ruan Mobei formed a half-meter-diameter circle with stones, spread a layer of dry grass on the bottom, supported the branches and placed them in a pile, and then covered the top with dry grass.He struck flint and lit a bonfire.

After that, he took the time to clean up the fallen leaves and plants, dug a firebreak around it, and ignited the entire jungle with the sputtering sparks.

After doing this, it was completely dark.

Small clusters of fireflies lighted up from the secluded forest not far away, and the yellow-green shimmers followed one after another. The faint light slightly dispelled the fear brought about by the night.

Ruan Mobei sat by the bonfire, the strong uneasiness in his heart gradually subsided under the light of the fire. The heat of the flame roasted his still wet clothes, making him a lot warmer.

He Songming still remembered that it was this thing that made his fingers sore during the day, and he stayed away from the fire.

"Come here." Ruan Mobei beckoned to him, He Songming glanced at the fire in fear, walked around in a big circle, and came to Ruan Mobei.

Ruan Mobei divided the remaining branches into two parts, the dry one and the wet one. He grabbed He Songming's two hands and asked him to touch the two piles of wood separately to feel their different humidity.

Dry, warmer, wet, colder.

"This is dry, this is wet. Wet firewood will only produce smoke when burned, and it may extinguish the fire, so it is not acceptable." Ruan Mobei grabbed the wet branches and threw them aside.

He Songming's gaze moved with the wet branches, like a big dog following a frisbee, Ruan Mobei turned his face over, took out two logs from the dry pile, and put them in the fire.

With a crackling sound, the newly added branches began to burn.