Although the ground was very wet and it was cold at the foot of the mountain, I still slept deeply and deeply.
I was really tired, until a scent came.
I didn't even eat dinner last night.
As soon as I smelled the aroma, my intestines started to move violently as a conditioned reflex.
Cheng Qianxun opened his eyes and saw Rudolph and Sneed holding branches and roasting something by the campfire.
"It smells so good."
Maria also got up with a purr.
I really admire her.
She is not afraid of muscle soreness.
Even she has been exercising for a long time.
After yesterday's torment, she still feels that her muscles are sore.
She got up and walked to Sneed.
As soon as she saw the baked thing, it was small, about the size of a palm, and had four legs.
She knew what it was.
They were voles.
Yesterday there was an avalanche, and the snow sloped down all the way.
They were almost at the foot of the mountain.
Most of the nearby animals had escaped.
It was not easy to catch two of them.
"Give me one."
Maria swallowed.
When Sneijder handed over one of the branches, she took it, wolfed it down, and asked vaguely: "What is it?
It smells so good."
I really wanted to tell Maria what this was, but there were only two mice in total, and she ate one by herself.
If you tell me it's a mouse that still can't vomit, look at what Rudolph is roasting on a very thin branch.
It's a white ball, which should be some kind of insect.
But tell me, if you really vomit, it would be a waste.
This idiot will not hold back.
He will vomit if he wants to.
He will not consider how hard-won these things are.
After vomiting, his physical strength will decrease, and he may die if he encounters something.
Faster.
This girl won't think about it.
She will always be missing a muscle in her head.
When she dies, she will go to heaven to meet God.
Sneed handed her the remaining mouse.
She stretched out her hand and took a branch from Rudolph's hand: "I have no appetite, just eat this."
After taking the branch.
After blowing on it, I bit off one without even frowning and chewed it in my mouth.
In fact, bugs are not as unpalatable as you think.
As long as you overcome the psychological factors, they sometimes taste like peanut butter, sometimes like baked batter, and of course there are also bitter and unpalatable ones.
The skin is sometimes crispy and sometimes flat.
Sneed handed the mouse to Rudolph.
Rudolf gave him a bunch of roasted worms: "Just give half to me."
"I'm not enough."
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Maria ate the food in her hand and looked at the string in Sneijder's hand eagerly.
Sneijder hesitated for a moment, and she said angrily: "If you don't have enough, you can catch it yourself.
Just eat what you have.
Do you want us to starve to death first?"
She didn't say the harsh words after that.
It was useless anyway. , this kind of stuff.
Can't survive more than three episodes in a TV series.
There is no way to climb up one flight of stairs in the underworld.
Sneijder divided the field mouse meat, which was only about the size of his palm, with Rudolph, while Maria's face remained blue.
You can be angry if you're angry, but I don't see anyone who has the ambition not to eat, but to chew the roots of the grass by himself, even chewing down the small bones.
She was about to leave, but Maria just sat on the ground: “I’m very tired, I’ll rest for half a day.”
She was so angry that she wanted to fly up and kick this guy to death. here we go again.
This place is out of the ordinary, and the weather is so nice today.
The sun is so bright, maybe the snow on the top of the mountain will melt and there will be another avalanche.
Yesterday, the temperature was low and it was cloudy.
The avalanche caused by the sound vibration was relatively small.
If there was another big avalanche, it could plunge down the mountain and roll another mile.
Rudolf saw her anger, grabbed her, and said leisurely: "Okay, but there is nothing to eat here.
There is prey only in front."
When she heard that there was food in front of her, Maria seemed to be moved, but after moving, she still sat on the ground, looking very angry.
Sneijder asked patiently: "Why, you want to rest here hungry?"
"She" Maria turned around and turned her back: "She beat me yesterday and it hurt me so much.
Unless she apologizes to me, I won't leave."
Why didn't I beat you to death?
. .
Her anger was simply uncontrollable, and she was so tired and hungry that the fire kept burning.
I was about to find a suitable branch, one that was thicker than yesterday, and whipped this guy who needed a beating.
Sneijder grabbed her, winked, and patiently persuaded her with a kind face: "Don't you understand?
Not only does Knight Cheng not need to apologize, but you should also thank her."
"She hit me, I want to thank her."
This bastard actually learned to sneer.
"Of course."
Sneijder stood up straight, clasped his hands, and raised his head.
He was so sacred that there was no background music: "All great results require suffering.
The saint had to eat and sleep in the open and wind along the way, and she was also criticized by the mountain god.
The condemnation and whipping given to the knight will surely be admired by future generations if written down in a book.”
Rudolf also prolonged his voice, as if he were reading a hymn: "The journey is difficult, the saint suffers for the world, and repays and alleviates the sins of the world."
Maria's eyes shone when she said this, and she had to pretend to clasp her hands and face the sky, as if she suddenly realized: "God, what did I do yesterday?
Why can't I remember anything?
Did I really do it?"
Such a terrible thing happened” "Look, she can't even remember it.
It must be God's will."
Sneijder's affirmative tone can make anyone with any sense laugh.
Just like when Don Quigote requested and was made a knight by the innkeeper, the fool and the innkeeper who acted together were very serious, and the people around him almost burst into laughter.
"That's it."
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Maria quickly clasped her hands and faced the sky, as if she was so grateful that tears were about to fall down: "It turns out that everything is God's will, and it is to whip away all my pride and squeamishness.
I'm sorry, God. , I will definitely change it.”
After saying that, he got up and walked forward energetically.
That's enough.
Saying a few words certainly takes less effort than hitting someone.
Hitting someone is tiring and angry.
Anyone who likes to hit people is a pervert.
Following Maria, who had recovered to almost full health, she secretly raised two thumbs and faced the two teammates on the left and right who were laughing secretly.
It was already afternoon after we walked out of the snow mountain area and reached a place where it would be safe even if the entire snow mountain collapsed.
Maria didn't complain at all about missing lunch.
Of course, Rudolf picked some edible young leaves from time to time along the way, and everyone gnawed a few pieces to satisfy their hunger.
When we arrived at a relatively dry highland where we could spend the night, we each got busy.
With half the people missing, Sneijder and Rudolf went hunting, so she was naturally responsible for all the work of collecting firewood for the fire.
Seeing Maria sitting cross-legged on the ground, "communicating with the gods" in a serious way, she could only turn her head away and not look at her.
Her belly was not big enough and she was full of gas.
After lighting the fire, I heard a slight rustling sound not far away, which did not sound like human footsteps.
She turned around and looked, immediately squatted down and put down the firewood in her hand, picked up a stick, and tiptoed over to Maria who was sitting cross-legged on the ground
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