Seeing the curiosity in Zhao Feng's eyes, the woman looked down at her prey: "Hiding from the snow before, I set a trap outside the cave to catch chickens, but I didn't expect this yellow skin to steal, so I even caught it." ”

Zhao Feng pointed to the wounds on its body: "You beat it?" He looked at it carefully, and the weasel seemed to be scarred, with yellow skin all over his body, and the blood on his leg was the deepest.

It's really poisonous, look at this woman's delicate appearance, is it so ruthless? He was a little worried.

The woman shook her head: "That's it when I catch it." Now it's cold, food is hard to find, and this yellow skin is fighting with other wild beasts. ”

As he spoke, the snow in the bowl had melted into water.

She was about to quench her thirst, but she didn't know if it was because she was close to the fire to warm up, when the pheasant suddenly woke up, flapped its wings, and drummed the sparks for a long time, and knocked over the thick bowl in the woman's hand!

The water splashed on the ground, and the sparks were blown out and landed on the side of a dozen or so grasses. At this time, the weather was dry and dry, and the grass "whirred" and burned.

And the grass was placed next to the wooden pillar.

Oops!" Zhao Feng exclaimed, and quickly reached out to push the haystack away.

If the small temple is burned down, where will the two of them go to shelter from the wind?

The woman said nothing, and decisively took off her sheepskin jacket and covered the fire, without any mud or water.

They reacted in time, and the new fire was extinguished by dividing five by two.

In the small temple, the grass is flying everywhere.

At this time, the big rooster was still running around, and Huang Pizi was dragged all the way by it and woke up early, and quietly bit the rope on his foot while the two were fighting the fire. Its teeth were so sharp that it cut the rope with two clicks, and as soon as it turned around, it slipped towards the door.

The woman first found out that she didn't care about the stupid chicken, so she pulled out the wooden fork and went to stab the weasel.

Zhao Feng looked at this fork, and there were traces of sharps cutting on the front end.

However, weasels are also clever, picking out hidden objects to hide along the way. Rao is this woman seems to be experienced, and she also shoveled over two dustpans, and was blocked by a set of broken tables and chairs, and finally forked the weasel's head by the door. The opening at the front of this fork is not large or small, which is especially convenient for holding the neck of the small animal.

Based on this alone, Zhao Feng felt that the woman's wild hunting experience was probably very rich, at least richer than him.

"Damn!" the woman said to Zhao Feng, "I'm sorry." Reaching out to catch the weasel, this one was particularly violent, and it bit her tiger's mouth, and the blood flowed for a long time.

The woman was furious, and Zhao Feng was watching from the side, and she couldn't hold it on her face, so she immediately pulled out the short knife on her waist: "Dare to bite my aunt and grandmother? I skinned you alive!"

The weasel also knew that death was coming, and squeaked, and pressed its little paws on the wooden fork to twist its head vigorously. The woman felt a strong force that did not match its size, as if it was not a weasel pressed under the fork, but a giant wolfdog. If it weren't for her amazing strength, she would have almost broken free.

She was secretly surprised, and she didn't want to dream a lot at night, so she started to fall with a knife in her hand.

Zhao Feng was on the side, looking at the eyes the size of weasel beans, they were moving tightly, and the eyes that looked at him were actually pleading like people, and his heart couldn't help but soften.

Seeing the weasel's injuries again, thinking that it would be cold and freezing, and the small animals would have difficulty foraging to steal the hunter's chickens, he subconsciously moved his heart of compassion, and said continuously: "Wait, don't kill it!"

He was in a hurry, the knife stopped, and the woman turned her head sideways and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"This weasel is wounded, and you can't sell it for a lot of money. Zhao Feng said softly, "If you put it away, it will be regarded as a virtue." ”

The woman raised her eyebrows: "It wasn't you who was bitten, of course you don't care." Stretched out his injured hand and shook it at Zhao Feng, and sure enough, he was gnawed out.

This weasel has a very small mouth, and its teeth are sharp, like razors.

Seeing that she was about to raise the knife again, Zhao Feng knew that he couldn't let him go with just a few words, so he gritted his teeth and took out a piece of broken silver from his arms: "I'll buy it alive, will it be successful?"

Weasel with a broken skin like this, these broken silver can buy several of them. The woman was stunned, looked at him twice, and then heard him add in a low voice, "I, I'm all that's it."

The woman smiled: "I also caught the yellow skin when I was in the northwest, this thing is very ghostly, and if you offend it, you must kill it, otherwise it will always come to me for trouble." ”

"If you enter the city, can it follow the city?" Zhao Feng still said, "Besides, if it is really spiritual, it should know that it was you who let it live, and it is too late to be grateful, how can it retaliate?"

The young man looked resolute, the woman looked at him, and then at Huang Pizi, who didn't take this little thing to heart, and handed the fork handle to Zhao Feng at the moment: "Cheng, it's yours." ”

Zhao Feng waved his hand and didn't even touch it: "Release it." ”

This weasel was bought by him, and he has the right to dispose of it as he pleases, and the woman withdrew her hand and raised her fork.

The weasel was free, and immediately rushed to the door.

She retreated to the fire, sat down again, and Zhao Feng put the silver in front of her: "Thank you." ”

Since he insisted on giving, the woman put it away: "I see that your kindness is all in vain." She doesn't look at these little money, but this kind of rotten good person is rare now.

It's strange to say, Huang Pizi had already jumped over the threshold, and as soon as she finished speaking, the little thing suddenly stopped, turned his head and hugged his claws, and made a gesture at Zhao Feng.

This action is actually very standard, and it is not much different from that of a human being. Mo said that Zhao Feng was surprised, and the woman's laughter also stopped abruptly. Especially this yellow skin glanced at her before leaving, and his eyes seemed to have Sen Sen's malice.

Didn't you really meet a good man?

But it's too late to chase it, although Huang Pizi is injured, he still runs fast, and as soon as he goes out, he gets into the wind and snow and disappears.

Zhao Feng sighed. The money and silver were already his last bit of entanglement, and he held it in his arms for many days, thinking that he could hold on to Chunming City, but now it was all in vain.

Well, it's not a waste, at least he saved a spiritual weasel.

The two sat down again, and the woman knocked out the pheasant and brought in a large bowl of snow to melt, and took out two yellow-flour buns from her arms, and roasted them on the fire.

The steamed buns, which were originally harder than stones, gradually emitted the aroma of rice noodles, which made Zhao Feng's belly start gurgling again.

Even the woman heard this sound, she seemed to see his predicament, and smiled at him: "I don't charge you more, how about Wuwen?"

If Zhao Feng hadn't been busy smiling bitterly, he would have found that her teeth were white and neat.