Teardown mode from scratch

In terms of meat, the spiders I have seen so far, the caterpillars from last night, and a few butterflies.Insects are high in protein, but Rong Ling refuses to eat them.

It’s daytime now, but there aren’t many animals coming and going. If you want to eat meat earlier, you have no choice but to choose a habitat first, rest well, and then hurry up for the itinerary after dark.The day is too short to stay here for a long time all day long.

Wen Jinglan was not in a good mood because of the cold treatment, but he paid careful attention to the words of those plants along the way, knowing that after nightfall, more animals should come out to look for food. It is too late in the daytime, and at night, find some meat for Rong Ling up.

I don't know if there are lions, otherwise you can make braised lion heads.

Then, it was time to reverse day and night, and in an instant, the surroundings were plunged into darkness.The star belt gradually becomes more and more obvious...

"What the hell is turning off the lights! I'm not even ready, so it's dark!"

Rong Ling was sitting under a tree peeling fruit, and suddenly he couldn't see what was in his hand, so he stopped peeling.By the way, I also thought of someone's swaying little white face two hours ago, so the sky here is so bright, no wonder!He was wrong!

His pupils got used to the darkness, and through the dim light of the star belt, he could see Wen Jinglan was still standing aside, with a straight back, holding the ancient knife in his hand, thinking that this man with a very standard posture was looking for fruit for him. meat to eat.I can't help but feel guilty, it's just a few fruits, why am I so fussy.

"Hey, old man. Go on."

Hey, he's calling himself old man again.Picking up whatever Rong Ling throws at him is fruit, as expected he is still very considerate.So he took a bite and said lightly

"delicious."

"Nonsense, of course it's delicious. Hey, forget it if you can't find it, just sit and rest. It's been so long!"

"Aren't you going to eat meat?"

"Walking in will be meat, and we are meat too! Don't rush for a while!"

"Hmm. There should be lions." Lions, braised...

"Lion!? Hit your crow's mouth. If there is a lion, I will throw you there."

"..."

Wen Jinglan sat next to him holding the fruit, leaning against the big tree behind, which was a thicker and more distinctive tree that Rong Ling looked at during the day.The body of the tree is lemon yellow, the thick branches spread out, and the purple leaves are very lush. At first glance, this tree is very strong!Very individual!And it won't make a sound, which is a very good choice.

"Puff——", Rong Ling was about to make a mark, and just as his wrist exerted force, the tip of the knife pierced the skin, and the fragrant juice from the crack rolled down like beads.It healed quickly again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What the hell! It's so soft!" The degree of firmness is just the opposite of what it looks like.

So, Wen Jinglan poked a hole curiously when he saw Rong Ling.The tree couldn't help talking.

"Human, are you poking me while I'm sleeping? You just said I'm soft!?"

"Hey, you can talk, and you still pretend to be a master. Don't waste the opportunity to talk, answer what you ask! Otherwise, let the juice in you go!"

"You dare to threaten me!?" Sure enough, not all trees are as timid as that boring tree, and not all plants are as friendly as those little flowers and grasses.

"Juice—" Wen Jinglan muttered, finally found the disobedient plant, and still had a lot of opinions about not cutting anything before.

"Master, I still have restrictions on what I can say!"

Hearing it talking nonsense, Wen Jinglan pulled out the knife, and a silver-white trace flashed on the blade with the effect of ground light and shadow. The next moment, he resumed the action of putting the sharp blade back into the scabbard.

"Huh?" Seeing Wen Jinglan put away the knife, nothing happened.The tree stopped talking, and Rong Ling took a closer look, such a sharp knife, dare to scare people!shame!

There was a tiny crack in the tree, and it was pulled open suddenly, and the juice flew out, and Rong Ling was once again splashed all over the face by the sweet liquid.

"Bah bah bah, ah bah, Wen Jinglan! You! You! Bad! Old! Boss! Son! I want to fight you!"