I live in the wilderness of interstellar live broadcast

Mrs. Love was awakened by loud snoring.

She was a little annoyed to wake up, and she was soundly asleep when she was woken up by a thunder-like movement. She was in a bad mood, and her kick almost made close contact with her husband's ass, causing the bald cat to roll under the bed. .

A male of the beast breed without hair is like a male of the human species without a penis, and has no status in the family.

But a second before stretching out her feet, Mrs. Love abruptly stopped, enduring the cramping pain in her legs from too much force, and looked at the sleeping Mr. Love with novelty and amazement.

Her husband, who had never fallen asleep before dawn and was about to wake up immediately at the slightest movement, was snoring so loudly that she didn't wake him up even when she subconsciously stretched her legs when she was woken up just now.

And he was drooling with his mouth open, as if he was having a sweet dream.

In the dream, there are charred and tender grilled fish, as well as fragrant and delicious winter melon soup.

Forgive Mr. Love for only smelling the aroma of winter melon soup and seeing the white, tender and plump fish meat. How it tastes in your mouth can only be imagined.

His last sober impression was that the anchor named Yuying burned fire to eat and licked the cat, and was licked by the cat's saliva instead, smearing the strange smell of blood and stench on the faces of innocent viewers like them.

But Mr. Love just watched Yuying eat normally and fell asleep a little bit.

Before Yuying finished eating a fish, he was a little groggy. Usually, it was not enough time for him to toss and turn, and he fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.

But Yuying's meal seemed to be different from the anchors in the food area.

Although it can be seen from the manner of eating that Yuying's etiquette is very good, but the speed of eating is quite a quick fix. Within a few minutes, a bowl of soup and two fish disappeared, and they buried the finished food along the way. residue.

But Yuying was indeed enjoying her dinner—enjoying it leisurely and admirably.

So all emotions become soothing, delicate and rich in layers.In the night, the fire was glowing with a drowsy, warm halo. Flying insects were attracted by the light and jumped into the fire. Suddenly, a flash of sparks jumped up, and there was a faint crisp sound.

Enjoy dinner, stroke the stuffed animal that still smells of blood, hold the steaming soup and watch the last ray of light disappear into the forest.

A wisp of white mist floated from the soup bowl, quietly melting into the borderline between the setting sun and the night.

All the sounds, including the ones in my head that made it difficult to sleep, were swallowed up by the night, and suddenly fell silent.

There was only the "crack" of the firewood breaking, and the low purr of the cat being touched comfortably.

No one could tell when it was, but the exhaustion dragged the consciousness and flew to an unknown place, as if the body was wrapped in the clouds, and it was so warm and light that it didn't know anything.

"Okay, it's time for me to go to bed." Qi Guang finally rubbed the cat's forehead, announcing that he had completed today's grooming work.

The cat was chasing after his hand, as if it had been rubbed right, its paws pawed at Qi Guang's leg to prevent him from going, and made a sound that seemed to be coquettish and angry.

Qi Guang had no choice but to scratch the cat's chin again to coax the old man to let go of his paw.

His relationship with the cat is developing at a rapid pace.

I don’t know if it’s because there is still a bit of the family cat’s temperament in his bones. The cat didn’t show any aggressiveness towards him, and occasionally he would feed him a sparrow or a small snake that he didn’t know where he picked up. There was a half-dead gray fur mouse, and Qi Guang was startled when he saw it.

It was a fat mouse bigger than Qi Guang's palm, it was a slick lump, and it made squeaking noises when it shook.Even if it was the precious protein, Qi Guang couldn't convince himself to eat it, so he gave it to the cat as an extra meal with a blue face.

Except for the situation in the apocalypse where it is so difficult that if you don't eat or starve to death, Qi Guang will not put things like mice in his diet.

But mice are a delicacy that cats like, otherwise they wouldn't pick them up and feed them to Twolegs—the cat purposely didn't kill the mice in one bite, and wanted to practice hunting for Twolegs, which was struggling to fight.

Since Twolegs don't eat it, the cat is also happy to enjoy this delicious snack.

It's not good to be picky eaters, no wonder Twolegs can't grow hair.

The cat licked its paws and stretched, squinting to watch the Twoleg crawl into the cave.

Qi Guang can pet the cat, let the cat come close to him, and let the cat lick his face, but he has no plans to open his "home" to the cat. The sharp fence outside the cave is solid and guarded firmly. With the last protective door.

The cats raised from childhood to adulthood may still be unfamiliar, Qi Guang dare not be too reassured about hunting wild cats in the forest.

Qi Guang couldn't read the emotions expressed in the cat's eyes, nor did he understand the specific meaning of the cat's humming or meowing. Take a bite.

Avoiding all actions that will cause injury and illness is Qi Guang's criterion for surviving in this forest.

The scorching heat of summer still continued, with the dull and humid air and the hoarse cicadas singing, and it rained for a few more days.

The sound of the rain hitting the leaves has always been white noise that helps sleep, and the insomniac viewers who came to the forum from [-] are more and more aware of the weird hypnotic effect of this live broadcast room.

Although for Qi Guang, people who suffer from stress and insomnia will fall asleep easily as long as they can relax, his live broadcast can at most have the effect of calming fragrance + white noise, but this does not prevent his name from being People with insomnia and bald hair spread word of mouth, like some secret high-end special medicine.

Some bald friends even announced that they had grown a layer of fluff watching the live broadcast every day, which further catalyzed the enthusiasm of the insomniac bald friends for the live broadcast room. It is one-third more than before, and the starships of the fathers who deducted the money can be around [-].

One month is two thousand and four, and working hard is a leg of Gundam (bushi).

It's just that the audience can enjoy a peaceful sleep every day, but Qi Guang, who was seriously hindered by the rain, didn't sleep well.

The rain was not a heavy rain, it was muddy all over the ground, the temperature dropped a little, and the wind was damp and cool.

After being bored in the cave for several days and doing indoor work, Qi Guang saw that the sky was not clear yet, so he began to think about the countermeasures for traveling in rainy days.

You may get sick if you get caught in the rain, but hiding in a cave every time it rains is not a long-term solution.

Qi Guang wove a bamboo hat out of vines and bamboo strips mixed with weeds—actually, it wasn’t a bamboo hat, after all, it was something that could be put on the head to keep out the rain, but the green color was not very friendly.

Thank goodness, the audience of the interstellar era didn't understand the stalk of the green hat, and there were a few people in the barrage who praised the beautiful shape of the bamboo hat.

With the bamboo hat, Qi Guang wove the vines again, stuffed weeds and vines in the gaps, and put them on his body to keep out the rain.

Compared with the system discount, the poncho, which costs thousands of points, is much more economical.

Qi Guang put on his rain cape and his green (no need to emphasize here) bamboo hat, and resumed his daily tasks.

The first thing that bears the brunt is that one place has never landed and inspected every trap that he has set.

The situation in rainy days is complicated, and there are inevitably animals that are dazed and panicked, and it is easy to have unexpected gains.

A gluttonous squirrel with a big tail was trapped in the bird trap. Qi Guang looked at those dark eyes for three seconds, and let go of the squirrel that was not enough to fit between his teeth.

The squirrel probably won't be very tasty either, it doesn't look like there is as much meat as a sparrow.

It's nothing more than not wanting to eat.

Thinking about it this way, Qi Guang felt that he was depraved, and there was still a day when he would be picky about the precious protein.

Probably because the corn in the experimental field was growing well and gave him confidence.

Although it is far from the level of intensive farming in modern society, the yield per mu is a thousand catties, but the area is large and only Qi Guang has one mouth to eat, and the excavation of the cellar is relatively smooth, so if you go on for the winter, you don’t have to worry about starving to death. up.

Another reason for letting the squirrel go was that Qi Guang heard another trap not far away.

That's where he set his sheep traps.

There are bleating sheep and the sound of animals struggling.

When he realized this, Qi Guang paused for a moment, as if he had to process the information in his head before he could concatenate a reasonable explanation.

——His sheep trap has been set for too long, and he got used to getting nothing. At this moment, he suddenly had the hope of gaining something, but he was a little unable to react.

Qi Guang rubbed the mud on the torn straw sandals, stood on tiptoes and stepped on the less muddy stones on the ground to approach, and pushed aside the bushes to peek in that direction.

A sheep was trapped by his trap, bleating and struggling non-stop, rubbing muddy water all over the ground.

[Sheep baa!Yingying finally managed to catch the sheep bleating! 】

[Today's baa caught a sheep! 】

The audience rushed to tell each other, and the atmosphere was as enthusiastic as a festival.

Looking at the traces around the trap, the sheep seem to have wandered around the sheep for a while, trying to rescue the distressed partner, but sooner they realized that they were doing useless work, so when Qi Guang saw it, they only stayed behind. Alone and trapped sheep.

The sheep should have been trapped not long ago, and they struggled with great strength, and the tree with the trap was shaking non-stop.The rainwater accumulated on the leaves was shaken and splashed down, splashing in the puddles on the ground.

Qi Guang observed in the bush for a while and came to a conclusion.

Now is not the time to act.

Killing a sheep is a laborious job, and killing a sheep with strong strength is even more difficult. It is best to wait until the sheep struggles and exhausts its strength, then it will be much easier to do it.

Qi Guang didn't just squat in the bushes and wait, he would also throw a stone over when the sheep were tired and resting, causing the sheep that had just calmed down to jump up and bleat louder.

At the beginning, the strength of the sheep could shake the leaves mixed with the rainwater and fall all over the ground, and the wire pulled to the limit seemed to make a sound of being overwhelmed.

After all, the wire was worthy of its price, and it firmly resisted the sheep's struggle so stubbornly that Qi Guang squatted until his legs went numb.

After an hour, the sheep struggled much less and moved more slowly.The sheep foamed from its mouth, whimpered and groaned, and its curly hair became too heavy a burden, making it look unsteady even if it stood still.

Qi Guang squatted patiently until the sheep was completely exhausted, staggered and knelt on the ground with its front legs bent, unable to stand up, and then walked out from behind the bushes.

The sheep panted heavily, and the square pupils rolled to reflect Qi Guang's figure.

As if he instinctively sensed the dangerous aura from this strange two-legged beast, and with the strength he didn't know where it came from, he slammed into Qi Guang savagely, and cast the ancestral head hammer of the sheep bleating at Qi Guang——

"Mea—!!"

The wire was dragged and left a deep mark on the tree trunk, and the muddy water splashed by the swaying branches and leaves even hit Qi Guang's face. In the end, it was still difficult to move forward half a meter away from Qi Guang.

Qi Guang stepped back a few meters cautiously, his eyes fixed on the sheep's throat, and his eyes were fatal.

"Next is the bloody scene." The spear that Qi Guang carries with him every day finally has a place of use other than a crutch.

Everyone knows what Qi Guang is going to do. Survival in the wild is always a bloody hunting session.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[Cover your eyes and dare not look, sheep bleating QAQ...]

【Woooooooooooh, sheep, baa, go all the way. 】

[It's not the first time I've seen blood in this host's posture, although it's a bit cruel, but the contrast is a bit delicious...]

Sheep bleating is cute.

The fluffy and round large fur ball, the slow and lazy herbivorous type, can cater to the taste of interstellar people seeking healing.

Qi Guang didn't want to bleat at the sheep if he could.

It's all about survival.

Qi Guang watched the sheep's movements with bated breath. The spear was only one meter long, so he had to get into the attacking range of the sheep in order to exert full strength.

At this time, the meaning of waiting became apparent. Qi Guang didn't need much energy to avoid the head hammer collision of the sheep, which lacked strength and speed. He narrowed his eyes and raised the spear. Tie down.

The waiting time is so long that it makes one's legs numb, but it only takes one second to swing the fatal blow.

The inertia of the sheep's collision and struggle combined with the strength of Qi Guang's swinging the spear, the sharp tip of the spear pierced the sheep's throat steadily and fiercely like being stuck in tofu, spraying blood on Qi Guang's head and face the moment he pulled the spear back.

The scorching temperature is completely different from the cold and smelly blood of the zombies, so that it makes people tremble all over.

It seemed to be scalded by blood.

This is not the first time Qi Guang has killed a life.

He wasn't sure if zombies could still be classified as living creatures, but not counting zombies, he had blood on his hands.

In other words, who can live to his age in the last days, who has clean hands.