It was dawn, and a young man was lying in a very embarrassed manner in the cave, and a little cat hid far away and looked at it.

This is naturally Shang Zhen and the little cat.

Shang Zhen's clothes had been torn to pieces, and they were torn to pieces involuntarily in the pain.

The firewood on the ground was scattered because of the pain. Shang Zhen was scattered.

The pain was still there but it had been relieved, and Shang Zhen felt like he had died once.

He didn't know how he survived this night. It was a clear pain, and there was no place in his body that didn't hurt!

He could no longer describe the pain.

He didn't know how many screams he screamed at night and how much he got out of sweat. Anyway, the sheepskin coat he wore outside looked like a creepy head.

What does sheepskin coat mean like a crooked head?

Shang Zhen's sheepskin coat is truly integrated with fur. The long hair on the outside is cut off and there is only a layer of short velvet on it.

This person would catch something if he couldn't stand the pain.

When the man had a problem, he had to bite a piece of cloth in his mouth. When Guan Yunchang and his second master scraped his bones to heal his wounds, he had to play chess to distract himself.

When Shang Zhen was in pain, he would involuntarily grab the sheepskin coat, so the short velvet outside the sheepskin coat was pulled down piece by piece by piece by piece.

In this way, wouldn’t this sheepskin coat look like a stingy head without planting crops?

It doesn't hurt so much now, but Shang Zhen is so tired of being tossed.

In addition to feeling the pain, he also felt the cold. The clothes inside him were already wet, and he was sweating too much!

If he sweats too much, he will become thirsty. Shang Zhen twisted his head and looked at the depths of the cave. This time he didn't need any reminder to know that there was a spring there.

But does he still dare to drink that sip of spring? Can he still drink it?

If I drink it again, I am afraid that I will not just grab the wool from the sheepskin coat, and I will have to steal the ground with my head!

Shang Zhen was already sure without any doubt that the pain he had last night was because he drank that sip of water in the spring!

Now he no longer noticed the excitement and expectation of this fountain. Instead, the existence of this fountain made him even more hungry and could only care about his dry lips.

He no longer cursed that fountain like he did last night because he no longer had the strength to curse, and he didn't even have the strength to be angry.

"Oh oh oh", Shang Zhen heard the little cat's cry.

He looked in the sound, and then he saw the little cat poking out the furry little head from the hole.

Just like it's protruding, it's like a little thief who comes to steal things!

Shang Zhen then realized that he must have been frightened by throwing this little play last night!

So Shang Zhen endured the pain on his body and sat up and threw the little play, hooked his fingers, and said, "Come here, you little play."

But when Shang Zhen finished speaking, he and the little cat were shocked again!

Shang Zhen couldn't believe that it was his own when he heard the dull and obscure voice.

It was only then that he realized that his roaring voice had been yelled that night.

The little cat's behavior after being frightened again was even more exaggerated. However, it bowed its waist and kicked it and jumped up!

Oh! When Shang Zhen looked at the little cat, he forgot to hurt. Why did he jump even if he threw this little game? This jump is quite high!

No! It’s only been a night!

When it wanted to jump up to the big rock to find its dead mother, why didn't it see it jumping so high?!

If it could jump to such a high at that time, it would have seen its mother!

In amazement, Shang Zhen immediately flashed with an inspiration and felt that he figured it out.

I drank so much spring water and felt so painful all night. This little cat also drank a lot, so it should hurt too!

But it wasn't right. Last night I couldn't see the little cat jumping in the dark, but at least that little guy didn't scream.

If someone doesn’t call him, it just doesn’t hurt. What’s going on?

So Shang Zhen, who was already in pain and smoking in his throat, had another problem, that is, his head was swollen by this strange thing again!

"Oh oh oh", after the little cat jumped to the ground, he saw that Shang Zhen had no abnormal movement, so he came to him with a treacherous head and a treacherous look, but his eyes looked at the wolf meat on the side.

How could I guess when I looked at its expression quotient? I must be hungry if I threw this little play.

All right!

Shang Zhen reached out and stood up slowly with his hand on the rock wall. It was time for him to get some food, and he also wanted to find some water to drink.

Do you still dare to drink the water from Shuquan?

I came to this fountain wholeheartedly and thought it was found.

But it is hard to say whether you can fall asleep at night after you make yourself feel so painful. So what kind of dreams are there? Let alone how about dreaming about dreaming about the past life through dreaming.

Shang Zhen was really crying at this time, and he really had no tears.

Tears were salty water, and they were all expelled from sweat last night!

The sun has risen, but the sun in winter cannot make people feel warm. It looks at the mountains with a cold look.

At the foot of the mountain was a teenager's staggering steps, followed by a little cat who was so hungry that he screamed "Oh" and tried to bite the teenager's trousers and pulled him back to give him barbecue.

Shang Zhen was also hungry, but he was even more thirsty, but he had one of the most important things to live, that is, he had to continue burning firewood.

The wind rises and the clouds fly.

Where is the strong wind here? Where is the clouds flying? Here, the strong wind here is the wind blowing the stones as big as a bucket, and then the rocks penetrate the sky and startle thousands of snow!

He didn't get much firewood yesterday. If the wind blows again, wouldn't he be hungry and frozen?!

Shang Zhen was picking up thorns and firewood on the leeward of the mountain while watching whether he could find a source of water.

But it disappointed him, how could there be water outside the mountain?

The wind here is so frequent and so violent that even if there is a lake, it has been blown dry by the wind!

The water was not found, but the firewood must be picked up.

The poor Shang Zhen now didn't even have a rope to tie up firewood.

But this season is not good either. If it is summer, he can definitely bale it with grass.

But it's already this season, even if the thorns and firewood found are already dry, how can he tie them up?

So he could only carry the firewood he picked up and run into the cave over and over again. The arms of the person with short legs could not grow much, and he could not hold much in a while.

How could the little cat understand Shang Zhen’s difficulties in saving Chuan Chai? It was like a child who was ignorant of the world and screaming pitifully behind his butt.

It may be able to figure out what Shang Zhen wanted to do with firewood, but even though there was firewood, Shang Zhen, why didn’t he “cook” for him?

Shang Zhen naturally understood that if he didn't pick up firewood while there was no wind, where would he get firewood when the wind blew?

No matter how small the little cat is, it is still an animal. It has a fur on the mountain belly, which looks like a fur mattress underneath it.

But I am a human being, do I have hair? Do I count the hair? Can hairs be separated from the cold?

How can you do it? No! You will have to work hard after all!
Chapter completed!