Chapter 966

And every year I still roll on the stone, as if there is no discomfort.

Well, Shen Qingci knows. She seems to have underestimated these two stomachs again. It doesn't matter how much they eat, and how much they eat can be digested.

If you were a person, you might have been dead already, but Shen Qingci still felt that she would give them less to eat in the future. Most of the tiger meat of the last one was eaten by them, and she didn't know how she could eat such a small belly?

if she went on like this, she was afraid that she would not be able to support them.

And she stood up again, and then squatted in the tiger there, continued to divide, is also good to take these things back.

At night, the light of the night pearl is more and more soft. Shen Qingci lies on the ground with thick withered grass under her body. On top of the dead grass is the tiger skin she hit for the first time. Lying on it, it is very warm. Now what she wants most is the tiger skin quilt. If she has another one, then she can lay another layer for herself. How warm is it And.

Every year, he got into the bed and fell asleep next to Shen Qingci. As for Xiao Hu, he was lying on top of the tiger's skin. One man and two foxes made him sleep peacefully.

The firewood inside the fire was still crackling, and even if there was no fire in the cave, it would not feel cold.

And in such an icy and snowy land, we have to say that this place is really a paradise.

Shen Qingci always believes that there is no way out of heaven. No matter how she survives, she will leave here alive one day.

And so is she.

There are those who can't let go, and those who are worried are not willing to give up.

"Gee Ji... "

The little fox got out of the tiger skin quilt and jumped happily.

Shen Qingci also wakes up, and then touches the little head every year. The fox is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although it is still a small group, it is much more beautiful than it was at the beginning. In the past, Xiao Hu would carry it with him, but now, it is no longer concerned.

"Ji Ji..."

Year after year, he shook his big tail and kept calling at Shen Qingci, as if he was a little anxious.

"I know," Shen Qingci sat up. She put on her clothes and lifted the curtain of the cave. It is still overcast today, but it doesn't snow. Even if it is such a depressing sky, in her heart, it is not aware of it. Instead, it is a little more relaxed.

She dug out some tiger meat from the snow, took it to the cave, and then threw it into the pot.

In fact, she still felt that it was better to cook the tiger meat for a while, and she could also make soup. These two were also very fond of drinking.

Shen Qing's Ci poems are very close to each other every year. Shen Qing's Ci poems are not too hungry now. Let's take care of their stomachs first.

After the meat was cooked, Shen Qingci gave the meat and soup to both of them. She washed the pot and cooked some mountain pork for herself.

When she is full, she will go out again, collect firewood and find things. As long as it can be used, she will bring it back, even if she is looking for a broken pot. In this way, she can separate out another pot and use it every year.

She put on her cape and her hat, and that's when she came out and kept up with her year after year.

Shen Qingci stopped, bent down in front of it, jumped directly on her shoulder every year, and then sat firmly on her shoulder. Only the small fox in the palm of his hand was not heavy. If he let him go by himself, he would not be buried by the snow.

As Shen Qingci walks, he picks up firewood and goes to places with trees to see if there are mushroom seeds to eat?

Until she picked up the root of a tree, not from the heart of a joy.

This is mushroom seed. It's not the same as the one last time.

She was also afraid of being poisonous. After searching for a long time, she found that she had been bitten.

So it's edible, and she hasn't started it yet. Every year, she has already jumped off her shoulder. She grabs a handful of mushroom seeds with her claws and bites them.

The food was delicious.

It jumped on Shen Qingci's hand again. It was clearly a fox's, but how, it was just like a squirrel. Its mouth didn't stop for a moment.

Shen Qingci picked all these mushrooms and prepared to make soup.

She tied the mushroom seeds to the firewood, and that was the way to go.

"Ji Ji..."

"Ji..."

Every year, he suddenly jumped down from Shen Qingci's shoulder and ran forward.

What's this finding?

Shen Qingci hasn't moved yet. He calls from time to time in front of him every year. It seems that he is also very anxious.

But Shen Qingci had to step forward and follow it. She couldn't help but wonder if she found out that she could deal with those tigers every year, so she found a big tiger for her. Even if it wasn't a tiger, it doesn't matter. Give her a boar."Ji Ji..." Every year, I jumped to a big snow pile, jumping and shouting.

Shen Qing could not help but be disappointed.

It's not a big tiger or a wild boar. She also said that those things are exquisite. They never go down the mountain. Occasionally, they meet one, which is luck. If they meet two, they are very few.

Every year or in that pile of snow jump, see Shen Qingci half a day is not moving, he picked up the snow with his small claws.

Shen Qingci has no interest in things that are not tigers or mountain pigs. What are they going to do?

But every year is like an iron heart in general, constantly picking up the snow with their own claws.

Shen Qingci frowned, can't there really be anything?

She walked past, and was also pickling with each other in the same year.

As a result, when the snow pile above was picked and pulled, Shen Qingci was stunned there directly. How did he pick out a person?

Yes, alone.

A man.

A man about to freeze to death.

The man's chest is undulating, and the body is also slightly warm.

Still alive?

"Hello..."

She reached out her hand and patted the man's face, and then put her finger under his nose. She was angry.

Save or not?

Sitting on Shen Qingci's shoulder every year, he has the same crooked head as Shen Qingci.

Forget it, Shen Qingci stood up, she will put every year on the snow, and then touch the year's small head, "I want to take him back, every year to walk their own good?"

"Ji Ji..." Every year I made a circle in the same place to say that I heard it.

"You can be really spiritual," Shen Qingci really liked this little white fox. She held it for years and kissed its small head, which was to put it on the snow. Then, she carried people on her back, thanks to the secret medicine of Dongling. Otherwise, not to mention carrying a person, carrying a bag of rice, she would be forced to lie on the ground.

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