In the days of surviving in the fairy forest

Throwing a bush carefully without hurting the roots, Rick's claws held the stem of the bush and handed it to the squirrel above his head.

Ali found a thinner vine, tied the bush behind the fox, and put it away.

"What are we going to do with a bush back?" he asked curiously, "it's not like a fruit that's edible."

"Of course it's used for planting!" Rick replied with great enthusiasm, raised his paw to bid farewell to the sloth, waited patiently for the sloth to slowly wave his hand, then turned and ran out of the cloud forest, "As long as it can be planted Live this, and we will have enough food in the future!"

The little fox from the farming nation has the most simple values ​​for survival.If you always have to rely on hunting to obtain food, you always feel uneasy. If you can grow it yourself, it will naturally be different.

"Is it like how a gourd baboon grows grapes!" Ali suddenly realized, raising his claws and continuing to ask curiously, "But we only have one bush."

"As long as it can grow, there will be seeds." Rick patiently explained that although he didn't have much confidence in his heart, he had to try a little before he could find a more suitable planting method.

Now that they have evolved, they have no reason to stay in the mossy swamp. After turning over the stone mountain, they looked up at the early sky. After discussing with Ali, they decided to continue on their way to the tree house. One night, you can go back to the tree house the next day.

They thought it simple, but in fact, the return journey was much more difficult than when they came.

Passing a swamp on the way, he saw four or five inconspicuous holes under the cover of nearby bushes. Rick immediately recognized that this was the lair of the leg rabbit, and happily prepared to catch it, but the leg rabbit rushed out of the hole He rushed out and ran straight towards the fox.

More than 20 rabbits rushed towards him like cannonballs, even Rick was so startled that his hairs exploded, and he hurriedly dodged.

This extraordinary rabbit-fox chasing battle lasted for quite a while before Rick could tell from the terrified expressions and almost levitating stiff movements of the legged rabbits that this was probably due to his racial skills again.

He hesitated for a moment, trying to get the leg rabbit to stop chasing, and then heard a loud "bang", the leg rabbit hit the ground next to his claws one after another, creating a crater less than half a meter deep, and the dust was flying.

Frightened by the sound and fearing that the bushes behind him would be destroyed, the little fox ran up the tree immediately. By the time he realized it, the rabbits who had been released from control had already spread their legs and sprinted away, leaving only an empty pit.

Rick: "..."

With its ears hanging limply, the little fox huddled into a fluffy ball between the branches of the tree, its tail covering its eyes, silently getting angry with itself.

After tossing until the end without grabbing the leg rabbit, Rick took out the fruits picked in the cloud forest, strung them with branches, spread a layer of butter, and made delicious roasted meatballs.

"This fruit doesn't have a name yet," Rick discussed with Ali while grilling, "How about we call it meatball fruit from now on?"

It looks like a meatball and tastes like a meatball, but it is a fruit that grows on a tree. The name Meatball Fruit couldn’t be more appropriate.

"Your naming skills really haven't changed at all." Thinking of the Huo Huo Duanzi, which Rick called the food reserve, Ah Li couldn't help complaining.

He stared at the meatball roasted by the flames with bright eyes, waited until a layer of burnt yellow appeared on the surface of the meatball, and eagerly took it from Rick's claws, took a big bite, then narrowed his eyes, holding his heart with his paws happily : "It's so delicious that it flies!"

The fox's ears were crooked. Seeing that the squirrel was eating happily, he also stuffed a meatball fruit into his mouth.

This meatball is Q bomb, bite into the mouth, the rich flavor of barbecue mixed with the frankincense of butter, tender and smooth.Bite the meatballs, and the delicious juice splashed out. The taste was a bit like the soup dumpling he had eaten before, but it was a little more mellow and meaty than the soup dumpling.

"It's so delicious!" He slurped up the soup, and hurriedly took another bite, chewing vigorously with puffed cheeks, "We must grow this fruit alive! It tastes so good!"

Ali: "...Hello."

Rick's ears also perked up, and he vaguely sensed that something was wrong: "Huh?"

"It's so delicious that it's just a metaphor!!" The squirrel's claws kicked in the air, and he said angrily, "I don't want you to really let us levitate, hey!!!"

Rick scratched his ears embarrassingly.

"I'll try my best," he said, not forgetting to take a bite of the grilled meatball in his claws, and muttered in his heart, "I won't fly, I won't fly..."

After more than half an hour, Rick and Ali finally fell from mid-air.

This time, the squirrel fell hard, clutching its head, staring at the stars in front of its eyes, shaking its head and fluffing its fur, complaining depressedly: "When will you be able to master this racial skill?"

Being chased by rabbits and running away, suspending themselves in the air and unable to move, how many days will it take them to get out of the moss swamp if this continues!

Rick drooped his tail in distress.

Even though it has been so long, he still hasn't realized how to use this racial skill. The only thing he can be sure of is that it is related to what he imagined in his mind.But just now he had been meditating to get himself and the squirrel back to the ground, but he was forced to fall to the ground when he was exhausted and his racial skills could no longer be maintained.

"I'm practicing hard," he quickly pulled himself together, clenched his fists, full of confidence, "I'll definitely be able to master this ability!"

The squirrel nodded in satisfaction, raised its face and rubbed the fur of the fox, cleaned up the messy barbecue equipment on the ground, and climbed onto Rick's head.

"Then let's go back quickly," he said, "Go back and ask Pangpang, he must know what this skill is about."

Carrying a huge package and a bush on their backs, the fox and the squirrel set out on their way home again with their heads held high against the brilliant afternoon sun.

Less than half an hour.

"Rick, what are you thinking!!"

"Ahhh, I really can't control myself!!"

In the usually silent silt of the swamp, countless black strips surged, chasing foxes and squirrels and swimming quickly.

"I just couldn't help but wonder if there are loaches in the swamp!" Rick wanted to cry but had no tears.

The loach itself has no deterrent effect, but letting them stir in the swamp will make the swamp softer and wetter. Originally, Rick could easily step on the swamp without sinking into the swamp, but now, he is still in the swamp. It is dangerous to walk on the surface.

He ran for a while in embarrassment, splashed all over his body by the mud slapped by the loach's tail, and finally turned into a small flame plane and flew directly into the air.

Although after this evolution, his flame ability has not improved by leaps and bounds like the fat worm silk, but it has grown a lot after all, and now he can use the skill of the flame plane to last for more than half an hour .

Painfully touching his fox fur, which was stained gray and black by the mud, Rick snorted twice, picked a piece of hard worm silk from his backpack, wrapped it around a branch, bent the bottom into a fishhook, and made a simple fishing rod.

"What is this?" Ali asked curiously.

When they go fishing in winter, they only need to dig out a hole in the ice, and some fish will stick their heads out in order to breathe air, and they can just pop their mouths out.Therefore, Rick has never had the opportunity to make a fishing rod.

With a wave of his paw, he threw the fishing line out and landed in the middle of the group of loaches.

I don't know if it's because Rick is far away, but the loaches seem to have released the state of being controlled just now, and they are rushing around in a panic at this time.As soon as the fox's hook fell, a dazed loach bumped into it.

Rick immediately took up the line, and when he pulled the loach closer, the squirrel tacitly opened the silk bag of the caterpillar and put it inside.

They sang songs while fishing happily. When the loaches calmed down and went back to the depths of the swamp, they had already caught seven or eight big fat loaches, and their silk pockets were full.

"Go home and make fish soup and roast dried loach," Rick carried a big bag of loach on his back, although he was a bit heavy, he was still happy, "we will go to the river to catch some fish to make fish floss and snacks It's great to eat."

Ah Li swallowed her saliva, her eyes lit up, and she looked at the dark loach in the net pocket. Although she didn't know how such an ugly guy could become delicious, she still believed in Rick's craftsmanship: "Sure!"

In order to save time and prevent the race skills from getting out of control again, Rick simply didn't take back the small flame plane, but insisted on continuing to fly at low altitude.

A group of sparrows passing by them suddenly flew crookedly, forming a heart shape for a while, and forming a herringbone for a while. In the process of changing formation, it is inevitable that several sparrows will bump into each other.The sparrows exploded, accusing each other of flying badly, and finally fought in the air, tearing their feathers all over the sky.

Rick, who accidentally caused trouble again, under the staring of the squirrel, shrunk into a pitiful airplane ear, and hurriedly steered the little flame airplane away.

Then I met a group of red-billed lovesick birds.

The red-billed lovesick birds danced in a circle in the air.

When his physical strength was exhausted and he could no longer maintain the operation of the little flame plane, Rick fell back to the ground and happened to see a flock of wild ducks pecking at the swamp.

The wild ducks in the wild duck flock ate together, their heads plunged into the mud, their flippers were raised, and they practiced the breaststroke posture.

Rick, who wanted to catch two wild ducks, covered his face with his paws and fled quickly.

……

Later, a story of unknown truth spread in the mossy swamp.

It is said that in the depths of the swamp, there is a powerful monster. This monster is small in size, covered with mud all over its body, with a strange bulge and a bush growing on its back, and it will spread out strange flame wings when flying.The monster's favorite thing is to watch the birds dance, so whenever the monster passes by, the birds can't help but dance beautifully.

There are also birds claiming that, in fact, this monster is the animal incarnation of the mossy swamp.It is because the mossy swamp is too fond of birds that it changes into the shape of animals, just to see the dancing of birds.

Later, in order to thank the moss swamp that provided them with habitat and food, the birds would gather together every spring and dance their best dance.

In order to prove that they also belong to the bird family, the thunderbirds will also come to the moss swamp, flapping their wings while clucking and jumping, and at the same time announce to the birds in the moss swamp that they have been greatly praised by the monster...