414.Battle on the back mountain

Style: Romance Author: Song of ThornsWords: 2357Update Time: 24/01/18 04:07:40
Wulan looked at his own chicken. He had a smile on his face and soft eyes. He had obviously imagined the wonderful taste of the fried chicken nuggets that they had cooked in egg stew.

I looked out again and saw a long-tailed pheasant with long tail feathers, looking for something to eat, walking around in the chicken coop with its furry cubs...

Very bad.

It's not even his turn to grab food, it's all about being squeezed in because of his small size.

As for the female one...that one is much more promising than the male one. From time to time, he goes out to have a good time and has no home at all!

Wu Lan didn't care, he just counted the numbers with satisfaction, and then went back with confidence.

Little did they know that once she left, the chickens became even more lively!

The sharp claws raked back and forth, and soon the entire chicken coop was filled with scattered rice husks, some of which were in the stomach and some of which were still under the feet.

But after all, the first country is the first country. They can't win when they compete for food, but the progress of eating is very fierce!

"Doo doo doo doo!" All he could see was his sharp mouth pointing to the ground, but he didn't even raise his head.

It didn't even pay attention to a few chicks who were squeezed and staggered away from the battlefield.

When I was tired from eating, I brought the forgotten cub in to eat a little, and then I reluctantly squeezed into the chicken coop to rest.

At this time, the night was dark, the stars were hanging high, the moonlight was shining, and there were other movements in the woods.

As we all know, every time you shell the rice, you can't guarantee 100%. There are always some fish that slip through the net and come out intact.

Especially today, because all the rice that was shaken off was mature rice that had been dried in advance, the amount was very small, which further increased the error rate.

Therefore, the bucket of rice husks brought by Wu Lanti contained a lot of grains.

But the fighting power of the chickens should not be underestimated. Their two claws alternately scratched the ground, and even the needles were fished out.

What's more, which one has the kernel and which one is the husk? If you have poor eyesight, you will have to collect it frequently. In the end, there will not be many rice husks scattered on the ground, let alone the grains.

And in the dead of night, the aboriginal people in the trees on the back mountain began to "squeak, squeak, squeak" and were eager to try.

In other words, there are so many ugly ones with missing arms and legs, so what if we raise them a few more squirrels?

On weekdays, most squirrels don't care what these chickens and pigs eat. After all, they have their own diet. Taking two more breaths of spiritual energy every day is better than anything else.

But the rice husks delivered this time were different. It looked like they could eat them! It's a familiar smell as soon as you smell it!

The small family group of gray-haired squirrels has grown to more than a dozen. Now they are walking down the tree trunk. When they are close to the ground, they fluff their fluffy tails and jump lightly——

He was stunned and couldn't make any sound.

Only the king raised his eyelids slightly, and then lay down peacefully.

At this moment, the squirrel family has crossed the mountains and ridges to the chicken coop and got into the fence.

They were rummaging around on the ground—

This is an empty shell - this is also an empty shell - why is this still an empty shell?

Until I found the edge of the chicken coop, there was a particularly plump grain of rice stuck under a long, fluffy tail feather!

The little squirrel suddenly became excited, jumped twice on the spot, and carefully stretched out its paws to touch away the rice on its tail feathers.

And at this moment, the long-tailed pheasant, who was half asleep and suddenly heard a movement, suddenly became excited - after living a peaceful life for so long, someone came to steal its tail hair? !

Good guy, good guy! This is not giving any face!

It stared wide-eyed in the chicken coop and swallowed its breath. When it felt its tail feathers being touched again, it quickly screamed loudly:

"G-Goo!"

Oh boy, the whole flock is getting restless!

And the little rooster who was sleeping most alertly also shouted loudly, but when he looked again, everything was quiet and he didn't sense the arrival of natural enemies...

It lowered its head at this moment and slapped hard on the white hair on the head of the long-tailed pheasant.

Then, the chickens finally became quiet again, and they lay down and returned to their original place.

Long-tailed pheasant:......

I’m so wronged!

It really feels like someone is stealing its tail hair!

But now that I'm sensing again, it seems like there's no movement again?

Outside, the sneaky squirrel also froze, holding the grain of rice and stuffing it into his cheeks without hesitation.

The next moment, it lay down on the ground again and began to dig at the scattered empty rice husks in the grass - empty, empty, not yet - what happened?

Don’t these people feed their chickens with some real food?

The little squirrel was thinking about it when he saw a gray chicken walking over at some point. It looked quite strange and was different from most of the chickens in the chicken coop.

"squeak!"

The squirrel barked.

But the little chicken was at a loss and didn't understand at all. At this moment, the two beady eyes were staring straight at the rice on the squirrel's paws, then stretched its neck and swallowed the rice like lightning.

Squirrel: ...squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squirrel!

!

How unreasonable!

Its tail suddenly exploded with a "bang", and suddenly became huge in size, making the chick in front of it frightened and let out a delicate "chirp", and then quickly flapped its little wings and ran away.

The squirrel was angry and followed him up. But at this moment, the other squirrels seemed to feel something was wrong, and their fur exploded instantly!

But at some point, I saw that particularly sturdy young rooster in the chicken coop standing there, Doudou's eyes full of murderous intent!

In the middle of the night, the chicken coop was fluttering, clucking, clucking, and clucking...it took a while to stop.

And Ulan, who finally fell asleep after a tiring day, walked to the window and looked around like a sleepwalker - nothing happened.

What's more, there is Dabai and Dawang in the back mountain.

The long-term trust made her fascinated by the lake, and she fell back on the bed and continued to sleep soundly.

The king stood up leisurely at this moment, and his huge figure came to the chicken coop. He saw that they had pecked the gray squirrels until they were bald and ran up the tree, and then he went back safely.

——There are only a few grains of rice in total. Looking at this group of foodies, they seem to be quite hopeless.



On the top of another mountain, in the lush chestnut forest, green and tender thorn bags stand up with pointed thorns, guarding the increasingly plump chestnuts in the arms.

The second treasure of Dabao lay obediently next to Song Tan, watching motionlessly as his master made a posture with five hearts in the sky, quietly stirring up the wind flowing in the mountain, and the strange and weird aura...

A milky white mist-like existence gradually appeared around them, and they themselves couldn't help but hum in comfort in this environment...

It wasn't until dawn broke and the morning star gradually lit up that Song Tan slowly opened his eyes.

Then she turned her palm over and saw a ball of spiritual energy easily gathering in her palm. It was as rich as a milky white glass ball wrapped in clouds.

Progress is still very slow.

But now, she is used to it.

Anyway, according to this progress, it will take a long time to turn the spiritual energy into a dew-like liquid!

On the contrary, this mountain is particularly beneficial when practicing. Not only is this chestnut growing slowly, but the tea garden on the other side is still sprouting new leaves.

If not, how could we sustain the daily picking at home?