Chapter 113

After both of them had enough to eat and drink, Hemingway picked up the Trident and put the tip of the handle on the side of the ground a little. He saw it gently. The surrounding land and trees shook slightly. Then, a big pit several meters long and several meters wide appeared.

A weapon weighing 18000 kilograms, even if it is waved casually, also has terrible lethality!

Hemingway threw the leftover bones, leaves and other sundries into the pit. Then he stamped his foot gently, the land rolled, and the deep pit was buried flat. After completing this series of operations, he looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who had been watching this side curiously, smiled and explained: "if these things are not buried, they will smell in a short time and attract some small soul animals."

Since returning to the mainland and falling in love with barbecue, he has become familiar with doing such things.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded gently to show that he understood.

The forest in the wilderness is a little cold at night. The flames on the campfire sway left and right with the cold wind. Zhu Zhuqing sits next to the campfire, hugging his legs, chin against his knee and dazed at the campfire.

Hemingway also sat beside the fire. His clear blue eyes were reflected by the fire like a mirror. The Zhu Zhu in the mirror was as beautiful as the spirit in the night. Looking at her slightly trembling body blown by the night wind, I don't know why her heart was touched. Then he said, "go to the wooden house."

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned.

"It's cold at night." He said.

"What about you?" Zhu Zhuqing asked unconsciously.

"It's all right. You need to be vigilant in the wilderness. I'll watch tonight." Hemingway shook his head and said casually, "and I hate living in wooden houses, too."

With that, he stood up, walked towards a strong tree, jumped up, picked a tree trunk that was more suitable for sleeping, and cleaned up the branches and leaves. Then lie on your back directly, put your arms behind your head and look at the moon in the distance. It looks very natural and unrestrained.

"Poop!"

Zhu Zhuqing covered his mouth and smiled, and then returned to normal. The smile at that moment was amazing. It seemed that even the moon in the sky pulled the dark clouds and hid shyly.

"Go away, it will affect me to see the moon." Hemingway heard her laughter and said impatiently. In fact, I feel a little ashamed because of my poor reasons.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak any more. He stood for a while and turned to walk towards the wooden house. Neither of them is good at expressing their feelings. Staying here will only make the atmosphere awkward.

Hemingway glanced at Zhu Zhuqing's graceful back from the corner of his eyes, then turned back to the night sky, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and began to concentrate quietly

Zhu Zhuqing lay on the simple wooden bed, smelling the faint fragrance of the surrounding trees, tightened the animal skin quilt on the tight fitting, and couldn't help but show a smile on her pretty face. It's incredible. Maybe she hasn't laughed as much as this day in 12 years.

Zhu Zhuqing's mind is full of Hemingway's voice and smile. He drags the earthworm around, he waves a trident to cook the earthworm, his huge stomach when eating, and their few conversations, especially the stupid excuse of "I don't like wooden houses".

Zhu Zhuqing was a little crazy, but he felt a sudden pain when he thought of Hemingway looking up at the moon. She always felt that there was hidden pain under the man's gentle appearance.

This is a man with a story.

Zhu Zhuqing was suddenly extremely eager to know the man's past. Know this man full of secrets.

When a woman is curious about a man, it is the beginning of the fall.

After thinking for a while, Zhu Zhuqing only felt tired. Finally, across the wall, she whispered to Hemingway in the tree outside the wooden house, "good night!"

Outside the cabin.

Hemingway's eyebrows danced, then the corners of his mouth hooked and murmured, "good night, Zhu Zhuqing!"

With the continuous improvement of the hegemonic realm of seeing and hearing color, even if he doesn't turn on seeing and hearing color now. His own perception is also unusually strong. Any slight movement around him can't escape his induction, let alone good night.

Hemingway closed his eyes after whispering back to her. Seeing and hearing color began to cover in all directions, and finally covered a radius of 500 meters. Of course, this is not the limit of his seeing and hearing, but it is enough to maintain this distance.

Once any person or soul beast that can pose a threat to him intrudes here within 500 meters, he will instantly sense it. Five hundred meters is enough for him to respond at any time.

When the man and the woman both closed their eyes, there was peace around them. Only the occasional breeze blew, the blue flowers swayed gently around the wooden house, and the small insects reached an agreement with the wind and began their Nocturne.

That night, Zhu Zhuqing's lovely face was always smiling

The next day.

Early in the morning.

"Ha... Ah"

Zhu Zhuqing woke up from her sleep, walked out of the cabin and stretched lazily. She inadvertently showed her charming posture, which was very intoxicating. This was probably the most comfortable sleep she had had in recent years.

After looking around, the bonfire had been extinguished, but Hemingway was not found in the tree. She felt a pain in her heart. Her face was a little pale and said to herself: "yes... He and I just met by chance. It's all right to help me heal my injury and take care of me all night."

Speaking of the end, Zhu Zhuqing's face has recovered calm, but he still feels a little uncomfortable.

But at this time, the footsteps from a distance made Zhu Zhuqing turn her head in an instant. When she saw Hemingway coming towards her, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, but it was fleeting, as if the smile was an illusion.

"Here are the fruits. I picked them from a tree on the road." Hemingway handed Zhu Zhuqing a crystal clear fruit with white halo.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded to Hemingway, and his lips opened gently, "thank you." It's just funny in my heart. Can this kind of fruit be picked casually on the road? Secretly rolled his eyes at the dishonest boy, turned his back and tasted it.

The fruit melts at the entrance, and a warm current radiates in the body. Suddenly, the body is full of power, and the soul power also increases. Obviously, this fruit is not as simple as ordinary fruit. Because this kind of fruit is definitely guarded by ghosts and beasts, and it can't be picked casually. Obviously Hemingway lied.

Just then, a gentle and calm voice came into Zhu Zhuqing's ears.

"I should go..." Hemingway said suddenly.

"Well, go... Where are you going?" Zhu Zhuqing was startled and looked a little bleak. He turned around, his arms behind him, his white and delicate hands rubbing together, lowered his head and asked in a crisp voice.

"Shrek college."

Hemingway spared words like gold. Looking at her gloomy appearance, he laughed to himself.