flapping wings

At night, the three of them returned to a cave that had been searched. Qi Ping went outside to pick up a pile of hay and came back to make a bed for Mu Xiaoque, lying beside him and hugging him tightly.

Mu Xiaoque is the most obedient only at this time, and she doesn't respond to being pinched in the face.

Qi Ping leaned over and touched the other's forehead to stick it together, without taking too much advantage, a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth: "It will be over soon, don't worry."

A curved moon hangs in the sky, casting a layer of silver light, and the wind passes through the branches, blowing away the withered and yellow leaves.

Occasionally, the sound of wild animals walking could be heard in the woods, and the whole mountain was filled with a sense of tranquility and tranquility.

The only disharmony is that in the distance, another flock of birds rushed to the night sky collectively from the canopy, and flew away in all directions.

A near-death cry suddenly sounded in the forest, but the next second, the forest returned to the usual silence, so short that it seemed that the sound just now was just an inadvertent hallucination.

The shadows of the trees whirled, and the moonlight projected on the grass through the gap, illuminating a pool of flowing blood.

The sound of beep beep sounded, and the dark woods were illuminated by flames to create a square inch of land.

In the very center of this square inch, a skinned deer was put on the fire, the heat was tumbling, and the smell of barbecue wafted with the wind.

Qi Ping sat in front of the fire and roasted the sizzling venison, the long-lost warmth and meaty aroma made him feel comfortable for a while.

He didn't seem to see the beasts attracted by the smell of meat and another wave of birds fleeing from the branches not far away.

Just focus on the meat dripping with oil and the flames rising from the oil.

He stared at the meat and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. After thinking for a moment, he tore off a piece and chewed it.

The long-lost smell of meat exploded in his mouth, and Qi Ping let out a satisfied sigh.

In today's predicament where there are no people or ghosts, being able to eat something warm is a great comfort in itself.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, he tore off the hem of his clothes, wrapped the steaming venison on his back, and stood upright.

Only when he saw the hurriedly approaching figures in his sight did he flee to the distance along the path opened up by the hunters in the mountains.

The sound of killing suddenly resounded in the forest, and Qi Ping quickly shuttled among the trees, as if he was the owner of the forest.

He seemed to know the direction of each branch's growth, and his figure became more and more ghostly under the moonlight, like a prey waiting to be prey, but also like an experienced hunter.

He always kept a suitable distance from the people behind him, and whenever he wanted to, he could speed up and completely disappear from the sight of the pursuers.

After turning a corner, Qi Ping suddenly accelerated. When he passed a certain cave, he glanced inside and threw all the cooked meat and water bag on his back into it.

Then he picked up the straw mat he had made for several days and threw it at the entrance of the cave, completely erasing the existence of the cave, and fled to the distance.

After the group of people behind turned the corner, what they saw was still the back of Qi Ping fleeing unhurriedly in the mountains.

The sound of footsteps passed by the entrance of the cave, and Xiaobao listened to the movement outside tremblingly with the package in his arms, with tears on his face.

He held a handkerchief covered in blood tightly in his hand, and said: "If you dare to come out, I will knock your head off first. Remember, you must take good care of Brother Mu. When the wind passes, take him out of the mountain immediately."

After being far enough away from the cave, Qi Ping stopped ostentatiously on the mountain road and slipped into the dense forest.

The dangers in the forest have increased several times. Wild animals, poisonous insects, lush trees, stumbling vines, etc. make this hunt even more thrilling.

Branches are growing in the forest, and if you don't pay attention, a bloodstain will be drawn on the face by the thorny vines.

There are also poisonous snakes that are frantic after being awakened, with their fangs shining and waiting for an opportunity.

Qi Ping had lived on the mountain for two years. Although he thought he was familiar with the jungle, he didn't dare to push himself too much at this time. He was highly concentrated and his body was as nimble as a fish swimming.

He stepped on a tiger's back and jumped forward. The tiger was suddenly mad with anger, and turned his head to teach the young man a lesson, but the offender had long since disappeared.

It had no choice but to aim its tiger teeth at the next group of people, and the howling and roaring of beasts rang out behind him.

There were many thorns in front of him, Qi Ping looked behind him, calculated the distance in his mind, bent over and pulled a vine, ignoring the thorns in his hand, wrapped it around another thick tree trunk, then turned around and ran.

After a while, there were shouts and curses in the forest. He stood on the tree trunk and looked back, just in time to see the bamboo raft embedded with thorns smashing down on the head of the fallen person from the air.

Qi Ping shivered, turned around and ran away regardless of the wailing echoing in the forest.

After running for nearly half an hour, the pursuers in the entire forest were disturbed by him, and they all came to surround him.

There were more and more chasing soldiers behind him, and his true energy obviously couldn't withstand his profligacy, and he was still one step away from being completely exhausted.

At this moment, a poisoned long arrow struck right behind him.

Sensing the danger behind, Qi Ping didn't even have time to turn his head. He just swung his waist back, avoiding a thick branch that crossed out to block the road, and slid past the ground.

At the same time, with a thud, the arrow plunged into the branch, and the whole tree trembled.

A poisonous snake was woken up, spit out a snake letter, and bit the next pursuer who ran past, but at the same time, the snake's head was cut off with a knife.

Panting heavily, Qi Ping walked through the gap between the two trees that embraced each other. He glanced at the pursuers from among the overlapping branches, and with the last trace of true energy, he stepped lightly in the forest and walked far away. run everywhere.

"This little bastard can really run," a bearded burly man cursed angrily, "I caught him and peeled him first."

"Ge Laozi," another person obviously followed Qi Ping all the way, panting and cursing: "I want to kill him a bitch."

"This little bastard has been tossing and tossing for so many days," the big man continued: "Finally he left his companions and wanted to escape."

Xiao Liu swung the sword away with one hand and squeezed the branch behind his back with the other hand.

Immediately behind him was a big man with leopard eyes holding a hatchet and immediately turned his head and glanced coldly when he saw this.

A group of lawless men who scolded their mothers and fucked the sky on weekdays suddenly calmed down, and peace was restored in the forest.

Xiao Liu was accompanied by a little old man who was good at searching for whereabouts. The old man held a bamboo pole in his hand and probed the ground. He squatted down to distinguish for a moment, "The footprints became shallower and went to the left."

"His internal energy recovers quite quickly," Xiao Liu took the lead in chasing after him with light kung fu to the left, overcoming obstacles all the way, if they hadn't brought the old man with them, they probably would have lost that little bastard long ago.

Thinking of this, a little anger appeared on the peaceful face.

"what!"

Suddenly, several shrill screams sounded from behind, and Xiao Liu looked back in shock and anger, only to see a few pits leaking from the edge of the grass, which could only accommodate one foot.

The legs of several subordinates were embedded in it, and the sharp and sharp thorns passing through the body could still be seen from this distance.

One of the men reacted more quickly. At the moment when the spike pierced his flesh, he suddenly jumped and wanted to get out, but in exchange for another scream, the man fell to the ground with a distorted face, and suddenly sweated profusely. rain.

"No, don't...don't pull it out," the man trembled slightly at the end of the pain, "There are barbs on the side of the pit!"

"What a cruel boy," Xiao Liu scolded angrily, couldn't help but look down at his feet, and couldn't help feeling that he was lucky.

He thought that if he accidentally stepped into the trap, he couldn't help being afraid for a while, turned his head and ordered: "Leave a few people to dig them out, and the rest pay attention to your feet."

A group of people walked with weapons in their hands and bowed their heads as if they were looking for treasure, sweeping away the leaves and tangled vines lying on the ground from time to time, being very cautious along the way.

But their caution was rewarded at the same time, as many traps with spikes were dug out on the ground.

"You wicked bastard, you're trying to bully me," a man cursed, angrily sweeping away the coiled vines in front of him.

shhhhhh!

The sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and a group of people were only paying attention to their feet, but they didn't expect to be put together again because of it.

Both sides of the dense forest shot out densely packed wooden stakes with their heads sharpened. Even if these people are used to seeing dangerous Jianghu people, their scalps are also numb at this time.

Before some people could react, they were shot in the neck by wooden stakes and nailed to the tree trunk next to them. They died without even screaming, their eyes burst open, and they didn't understand how they died.

Although another group of people didn't know what happened, but they had a stronger sense of danger, they immediately rolled forward and quickly escaped from the space covered by the rain of arrows.

However, they forgot to beware of the danger under their feet. Before they could stand up, they suddenly fell into a deep pit full of sharp thorns.

Spikes protruded from the bottom to the top, and screams sounded one after another, and the whole forest felt like hell for a while.

"I stopped you, otherwise why would you dig so many useless pits?" Qi Ping squatted on the tree watching the chaos below and sighed bitterly.

His eyes flickered, and a vine hung beside him, the end of which was tied to the tree trunk.

Qi Ping sighed again, took out the dagger from his arms, and cut down on the vine without hesitation.

The vines disappeared in an instant, and in the next second, a bamboo studded with thorns jumped up and swept away.

Many people had just escaped a shooting, and their spirits were relaxing at this time. They were stunned for a moment by the sudden appearance of bamboo, and their brains were knocked out before they could squeeze out a trace of consciousness from the blankness.

The forest was suddenly empty, and people still wearing clothes on the spikes of the bamboo raft were dangling back and forth in the air. Blood was sprayed down like money, and under the moonlight, there was a strange sense of beauty.

The spikes protruded from Xiaoliu's body, and he lay lifelessly on the bamboo that was as thick as the mouth of the bowl, motionless.

The good luck just now obviously didn't favor him, and the god of death took his sickle to reap his life leisurely.

Looking down under the moonlight, none of the dead faces inside were too good-looking, and they were basically twisted and crooked on the ground like a sieve, caught in the branches of trees, and so on.

The movement here obviously attracted a lot of attention, whether it was the animals in the forest or the enemies coming here.

"I'm going to hell," Qi Ping looked at the crescent moon in the sky, his expression was a little gloomy, and after a while he suddenly laughed: "Go down with Mu Xiaoque."

In the cave, Xiaobao was changing the dressing on Mu Xiaoque's injured palm, tears dripped down, and he choked from time to time.

At this time, there was not even a trace of movement outside, and they were very safe now.

A day and two nights have passed, one is missing and the other is unconscious.

"Brother Mu, what should we do?" Xiaobao wiped away his tears, "Brother Seven is going to die, I'm so scared."

Mu Xiaoque's eyelashes moved suddenly, as if a person trapped in a nightmare was struggling to break free.

"Brother Mu, wake up, let's go rescue Seventh Brother together, shall we?" Xiao Bao still held the rag in his hand, he wanted to rush out countless times, but he didn't want to disappoint Seventh Brother's entrustment.

Brother Seven wants Brother Mu to leave the mountain safely, so he cannot leave.

The author says:

The novel is pure nonsense, but in real life we ​​have to reject wild game. Wild animals have not passed the national quarantine, and they carry a large number of germs and parasites, and may carry a variety of viruses.