One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

The sound of sawing logs echoed in the encircled forest, and the sawdust was flying like snow. Jiang Xinran covered her mouth and coughed lightly.

The smell of sawn wood was not very pleasant, a bit pungent, and she couldn't help but want to cough.

I have been in charge of cutting trees before, and the falling debris is very small, and most of them are large pieces. The smell is not so strong, and it will not enter the nose, and the body is not delicate.

"Put it on."

A piece of cloth was handed over, and Jiang Xinran remembered it, it was the cloth that Wen Siqi tied around her face when she was examining the corpse, and she kept it with her all the time, the kind that was close to her body.

His eyes moved away from the cloth, and fell on the face in front of him, "Aren't you wearing it?"

"I can't use it."

The beams of light falling from the leaves blurred the smile.

Jiang Xinran looked away, and turned her gaze to the cloth, a little hesitant to take it.

This was worn by Wen Siqi. Wen Siqi kept it on her body for a long time. Wen Siqi...

"Thank you."

Jiang Xinran took the cloth and tied it to her face calmly.

There is no possible taste as imagined, and there is no liking or resistance in the sense of smell, just like the smile at this time, plain.

The sawing sound started again.

Most of the corridors of the wooden house have been paved, and the bamboos on the roof have been hollowed out, and they will be tied up tomorrow. The trees Wen Siqi and Jiang Xinran are sawing now are used as crossbars for suppression after the bamboo is paved.

Not long after, a loud noise disturbed the sleeping life in the forest, and a scream of "clack" suddenly came from a distance, followed by a few barking dogs.

Jiang Xinran got up and looked in the direction of the sound, "They are hunting."

Wen Siqi frowned slightly, her voice approaching.

Looking around, Wen Siqi pointed to a tree and made a decisive decision: "Climb the tree first."

"Ah."

Jiang Xinran put her bow on her back, fastened her quiver, and sprinted towards the tree Wen Siqi pointed at.

This tree is the thickest tree around, but it's not too thick. It's just that the two of them embrace each other. The thickest branch is the one three meters above the ground, and there is no room for people to sit on it.

Jiang Xinran crawled lightly, but Wen Siqi suffered a lot. She climbed a bit slowly, and only halfway through, there was movement.

A pheasant that has never been seen before has a slightly longer tail and a flexible body. It does not fly very high, but the three hounds chasing after it can't do anything about it for a while.

The hunting dog looked like a wolf, with a strong body, two ears standing upright, a black back and a black face, and the hair from its limbs to its cheeks was brown.

They noticed Wen Siqi who was hugging on the tree trunk, and gave up chasing the pheasant one after another, and came to surround the tree.

Jiang Xinran's expression changed, she took off her bow and put on an arrow, aiming at the hunting dog in front of her, she shot an arrow.

The hound quickly dodged it, taking an attacking posture and staying alert.

Wen Siqi quickly threw away the saw in her hand and accelerated up the tree trunk.

It seemed that they were afraid of the bow and arrow in Jiang Xinran's hands, the hunting dogs still had no intention of attacking, but spread around the tree.

"Ugh..."

It is said that dogs are the closest friends of human beings, but without the domestication of humans, the hunting dogs that grew up in the jungle where the jungle is prey to the jungle have no intention of getting close to each other. Their sharp teeth are grinning ferociously, and there is no emotion in their staring pupils. weak meat.

"It looks like we're going to be in a stalemate with them for a while." Seeing the three-headed hounds gradually approaching below, Wen Siqi smiled and sighed.

Jiang Xinran glanced away, not knowing what to say for a while, and just didn't have time to say it.

The hunting dogs seemed unwilling to surround them like this, with their forelimbs slightly bent, as if they were about to jump up.

Jiang Xinran twisted the nock of the arrow tightly.

"Miss Jiang, sit still first."

Suddenly a reminder came from my ear, looking strange, I saw Wen Siqi pointing towards the shelter.

By the way, this place is not far from the shelter. Lin Jianfei and the others must have heard the dog barking just now, and they will probably rush over.

What Wen Siqi said just now was obviously to remind them not to come over.

After understanding the meaning, Jiang Xinran hooked her leg down to the tree trunk, her legs intertwined.

Wen Siqi leaned against the tree, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Don't even come here! Go back to the cabin and be prepared!"

After shouting three times in succession, Jiang Xinran heard the panting of breath behind her.

"Are you ok?"

"No problem."

The voice was a little weaker, but it didn't seem to be a serious problem. Jiang Xinran was relieved and stared at the three hunting dogs.

Moved!

As if they had sensed something from Wen Siqi's reminder, the two at the back rushed forward like arrows from the string. The place where too many trees were cut down gave them room to gallop, and they jumped on the ground with strong limbs.

call out--

"Ow..."

The sharp arrow left the string, hit a hound's throat, and pierced it.

The sharp teeth pulled a sticky silk thread, and the galloping wind blew the pores, and the cold sweat surged from the calf, Jiang Xinran's pupils were slightly condensed, and her body instinctively turned sideways.

"careful!"

An ax whizzed past her eyes, and hit another hound that jumped towards her leg with no bias.

Before he could relax, he tightly grasped the handle of the bow with his left hand and slammed it downward.

There were muffled noises one after another, and the two hounds hurriedly got up and retreated in embarrassment, but turned around and stopped, howling.

Just under the tree a few meters away, one of their companions was lying on the ground with limbs twitching, with a wooden arrow stuck in his throat. Bright red blood continuously seeped from around the wooden arrow, dyeing the companion's body red.

They didn't know why this happened, but they were sure that their companion was dying, and they couldn't even hear his cry for help.

The hound became irritable and angry, but did not dare to move forward, circling and howling in fear.

On the tree trunk, both Wen Siqi and Jiang Xinran breathed a sigh of relief.

It was too fast, it came and ended so fast that their hearts didn't even have time to get excited, their brains and bodies had already reacted accordingly, and it was over.

After realizing it, my heart was pounding, almost jumping out of my throat.

Jiang Xinran looked at the stone ax on the ground, and then turned her eyes to the front of her.

It is a slender, delicate and slender white jade with beautiful lines and relaxation. It should be a treasure that you can't stop controlling your legs and a beautiful jade that you can't put it down. This strange caress made Jiang Xinran feel uncomfortable.

The legs hooked under the chest hadn't been loosened yet, and the thin cloth couldn't block the strangeness coming from it at all, and the strangeness spread in the calm heart.

"That...can you let me go first?"

"Um...sorry."

The hooked legs were released with soft words, Jiang Xinran was able to sit upright on the bed behind her, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The posture just now was really hard to talk about, and even made people ashamed to recall, Jiang Xinran was like that, and so was Wen Siqi.

From the calf to the deepest thigh, all of them still retain an unspeakable and strange sense of familiarity, but they are different.

Wen Siqi lowered her head, under her drooping bangs, her expression was gloomy.

"Thank you."

Suddenly, a touch of gratitude brought her back to her thoughts, and she hastily replied: "Yes."

Jiang Xinran was surprised by the completely different response from the past. She subconsciously looked back, her expression was as clear as usual, and she couldn't see anything else. She lowered her gaze to the hunting dog that had stopped twitching.

Jiang Xinran followed and saw that the hound, whose throat had been pierced by a wooden arrow, was dead, but its two companions never left, and were still staying not far from the tree.

Thinking back to just now, my heartstrings jumped again.

They seemed to regard her as a threat, and all attacks were aimed at her, and the division of labor was also very clear, one aimed at her upper body, one aimed at her legs, and one dragged back.

If it wasn't for Wen Siqi's quick response, she would definitely have to eat less fast meat now, or her throat would be bitten off on the spot, and if she was lucky, she would also have to break a few bones.

Exhaling heavily, Jiang Xinran asked, "What should I do next, are you exhausted?"

"Hunting if you can."

The reply was still calm, so calm that it made people feel ruthless.

Jiang Xinran looked again, Wen Siqi was still looking at the dead dog, and didn't give a single glance to the other two.

Looking back at the two hunting dogs who stopped and did not leave, Jiang Xinran hesitated for a while, stabilized her body, drew the arrows from the quiver, and drew the bow.

call out--

The wooden arrow pierced into the spot where the hunting dog jumped out of the way, and the retreating hunting dog roared at the tree, and the seeds of hatred were sprouting.

"They're very agile and a bit difficult to hit."

She has not been exposed to bows and arrows for a long time, and it is difficult to accurately hit prey that moves at any time in a short period of time. In addition, she is not strong enough to fully open the bow. Only when they were at such close range and in a state where the opponent could not dodge, or hid in the dark and shot cold arrows, did they have a chance to kill them.

Wen Siqi looked at the two hounds growling at the tree and fell silent.

Another arrow was shot, the hound heard the sound to dodge, and retreated quickly.Jiang Xinran's sharp eyes saw the fluid flowing from its hind legs.

It hurts.

It's now!Kill him while it is sick!

Jiang Xinran hurriedly set the arrow, but the two hounds ran away from the field of vision as quickly as when they came together, so fast that Jiang Xinran didn't even have time to draw the bowstring.

"Run away." Jiang Xinran sighed regretfully, she could have kept one more, but she was smart enough to avoid the edge for the time being.

Putting away the arrow, Jiang Xinran turned her head and asked, "Go down?"

Wen Siqi shook her head, "Wait a little longer, lest they turn back."

Whether dogs and wolves have the same ancestors, no one can be sure, but dogs have the same intelligence and cunning as wolves, but people call them smart.

After sitting on the branch for a while, there was no sound of wind and grass around, and even the pheasant didn't know where it went, only the sound of insects in the distance and mosquitoes lingering in my ears.

It seemed that the crisis was resolved, and Wen Siqi behind her also spoke.

"Miss Jiang, please help me guard, I will go down first."

"Well, be careful." Jiang Xinran drew out the arrow, opened her bow and nocked the arrow.

The branch trembled slightly, and there was a rustling sound. Jiang Xinran heard the movement behind her and glanced away. Wen Siqi slowly climbed down holding the trunk, her eyes involuntarily glanced at the slender legs, and the strangeness that had fallen silent suddenly reappeared.

Jiang Xinran was so dazed that she almost couldn't sit still.

Hurriedly steadying her body, the arrow she let go fell to the ground, looking at the doubt raised, Jiang Xinran suddenly felt her face burn.

"Are you okay?"

"Ah, um...it's okay, I just felt dizzy."

Hastily perfunctory, Jiang Xinran drew another arrow and put it on the bow.

There is still no wind or movement around.

Wen Siqi picked up the stone axe, looked around for a while, and after making sure it was safe, she raised her head and was about to call it away when a gust of wind blew up.

The wind is not strong, and even the leaves can't afford friction, but it is easy to blow a thin cloth.

Now, except for Han Tang's clothes that can cover his thighs, the others are not so much clothes as an unrestrained sports underwear, which flutters when the wind blows, flaunting the scenery hidden under the clothes.

Unfortunately, Wen Siqi saw it, like looking at the light smoke curling up in the distance through the willows swaying in the wind, and the falling sunlight coated it with a faint layer of haze.

White, the ultimate purity tinged with gray and black.