Chapter 42

Zhang Xiaoqiang quietly lying in the shade of the tree, looking at the sky, the breath of urgency with the rise and fall of the chest constantly from the nostrils. My right hand is sore. At that time, it feels like waves of tide. It seems that my right hand is now fried in a hot oil pan.

Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the pain of his right hand and just looked at the sky. It seemed that his mood had not recovered from the fight. The short and fierce fight also consumed most of his physical strength. Now he was lying on the ground and didn't even bother to move his fingers. Until a little girl's smiling face appeared in her eyes.

"Uncle, you're so bad. I'm dead in a flash. You have to turn over and roll over for so long to kill me? And ah! It seems that the one you killed is smaller than mine. "

Yang Ke'er squats on Zhang Xiaoqiang's face and looks into his eyes. His face is full of naughty and narrow smile.

Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled a white eye to her: "standing and talking doesn't hurt your back. Does the little girl have a pig's foot aura? Why do these two things only look for me instead of her?"

Yang Ke'er squatted beside Zhang Xiaoqiang and bandaged his right hand. Zhang Xiaoqiang was lying on the ground pretending to be a dead dog. Looking at the thick crown of the tree on his head, he thought, "I'm not so lucky! I didn't say it before I met Yang Ke'er. After I met her, I had bad luck. I was almost killed by a mutant animal when I camped at night, almost strangled when I spent the night in a small building, almost pulled to death when I drank the rain, and almost bitten by that thing when I wanted to enjoy the cool. "

"Is Yang Ke'er a little girl who committed a crime against the lonely star? It's bad luck to follow her. " Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully looked at the busy little girl in front of her, thinking.

Yang Ke'er looked up and saw Zhang Xiaoqiang looking at her. He showed a brilliant smile to Zhang Xiaoqiang. His white face was flushed by the heat around him, like a delicious red apple. The big eyes bent into crescent moon by the smile contain a pool of clear water, and then scattered by the smile. With two dimples and two tiger teeth, Yang Ke'er seems super cute now!

In an instant, Zhang Xiaoqiang's homestead heart was ignited by Yang Ke'er's cute idea on his face, full of chicken feeling from head to foot: "little girl is mine, no one can take her away." Zhang Xiaoqiang swore to the God of otaku!

"Hiss!!! Easy, you're dressing me up, not retting the pig's hoof Zhang Xiaoqiang is interrupted by the pain of his right hand, complaining to Yang Ke'er.

"Well, I see! It's not my fault. I haven't done this before. Besides, who let you make yourself so miserable? I don't know how to cherish myself Yang Ke'er put light action, mouth complain, a little bit of daughter-in-law complain about her husband's feeling.

In fact, Zhang Xiaoqiang still enjoys Yang Ke'er's complaint. He has lived alone for many years, which makes his heart lonely. Now, with the little girl's fighting and making trouble, he is alive. Yang Ke'er squatted beside him, scrubbing the wound awkwardly and carefully, applying medicine and packing it with gauze.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was lying in the shade of a tree, feeling the cool air on the ground. He couldn't even feel the pain of his right hand. He didn't want anything in his mind, but felt the comfort of this moment quietly.

"Uncle, come on! Let's see if you're satisfied! " Yang Ke'er's voice frightens away this rare ease.

"Well? So fast? " Zhang Xiaoqiang is really open-minded and can't react.

"Well! Uncle, have a look, my skill is so good Yang Ke'er seems to hope to get Zhang Xiaoqiang's praise.

How to put it? Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand now looks very vicissitudes, really vicissitudes.

The whole right hand is wrapped like a maldeveloped wild pear. It's either concave here or convex there. There are three gauze joints. I think Yang Ke'er also found that the place where the bag should not be wrapped has not been wrapped, and all the places where it should not be wrapped have been wrapped. Again with gauze played a patch, looking at a pile of layers of gauze, Zhang Xiaoqiang feel right hand seems to weigh half a catty.

There is no bow, no lipstick, but the little girl with a don't know where to find a red signal pen wryly wrote: "can produce.". There is also a heart-shaped logo below, which looks like an anti-counterfeiting trademark.

"It's just passable. Don't be proud and keep working hard." Zhang Xiaoqiang smiles and praises Yang Ke'er seriously.

"Well! I know! " Yang Ke'er is also very satisfied.

"But Uncle! There seems to be no gauze Yang Ke'er turned and looked at the Zongzi on Zhang Xiaoqiang's right arm.

"Well! I see. I'll find a way! " Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was expressionless, but his heart was wailing: "that's more than a kilo of gauze!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang almost stood up after the rest. The sleeve of his left hand had been bitten into a broken fishing net by that thing, and even the animal skin embedded in the sleeve had been bitten everywhere. Seeing these, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a breath, but the animal skin didn't even hurt the slightest by the saber! If you bite directly on your body, you can't cover your skin, muscles and bones!

In the heart secretly congratulates oneself not to be lazy, inlays the animal skin to the clothes. He walked to the corpse and looked at it carefully. It was about the same size as the local dog raised in the countryside. It was very slender, round and narrow, with short and thick limbs. Its legs and feet were out of proportion to its body, about one to five. It looked very strange.Yang Ke'er smashed a head, blood and flesh blurred, leaving only the chin and neck together. One was killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang with his fist. He could barely see his appearance, and his head was a little round. The tail is thick, long and fluffy, which can reach about half of the body. It looks like an African weasel.

"Uncle, what is this?" Yang Ke'er pokes the corpse with a horn gun and is curious.

"Well! It looks familiar to me. If it's smaller, it's like a weasel who likes to steal chickens in the countryside. Some places are also called Wong Tai Sin Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered the weasel skin hanging on the wall that he saw in his uncle's house when he was a child.

"Can you eat it?" Yang Ke'er seems eager to try game.

"I don't know. I think I can eat it?" Zhang Xiaoqiang is a little uncertain. His father never hit a weasel before.

"Do weasels bite? Why in the tree? Can a weasel climb a tree Yang Ke'er regards Zhang Xiaoqiang as "one hundred thousand whys.". Keep asking.

“。。。。。。” Zhang Xiaoqiang is depressed.

Yang Ke'er has a knife in his hand that he didn't know where to find. He doesn't dislike the smell of blood on the weasels. He takes them out and peels them. It seems that he has the potential to transform into a clever woman.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand is hanging in front of his chest. Looking at Yang Ke'er's busyness, he is a little relieved, but he is a little strange that Yang Ke'er, like Dingdang cat, takes out some strange things from time to time, and doesn't know where she usually hides?

Yang Ke'er and Zhang Xiaoqiang are attracted by the cry of something from the "Zhizhi" tree. Yang Ke'er holds the horn gun, and Zhang Xiaoqiang hides behind, like "I'm injured.".

"Squeak" voice constantly came, calling for what, seems to be with some anxiety?

After a while, three small round heads protruded from the tree trunk, and three weasels bigger than mice showed their bodies, and their eyes were shining under the tree.

"Wow! How lovely Yang Ke'er screamed loudly, and the three little weasels were scared back by Yang Ke'er's cry.

"It's difficult for them to attack when we enter their territory?" Zhang Xiaoqiang understood something