(Reversed order from the previous chapter) The stream is rippled, and the clear face is reflected on the water. Hughes has a clean and white face, with clear and strong outlines, and an evil look between his brows.
The young men who were captured to this island all had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, but Gong Zihua rarely saw a man as delicate and handsome as Hughes.
Of course, at that young age, he didn't know what handsomeness was, he only knew that... this boy was very good-looking.
Gong Zihua turned around and looked at herself on the water,
A budding little boy with fair skin, short black hair and messy brows, and a pair of big black onyx eyes, like a mixed-race doll.
Suddenly there was the sound of water entering, and the water rippled in circles.
Hughes walked down the stream, fished for something in the water, and then put the caught shrimps into a military hip flask on his waist.
There was still some wine in the jug, which was also a trophy he snatched from another team.
Gong Zihua also wanted to go into the water, but he was short and afraid of water, so he could only squat by the stream.
He was so hungry... He was always hungry and never full.
Hughes fished a lot of shrimps from the water and put them into the wine box. He didn't close the lid until it was almost full.
By this time, an hour had passed.
Hughes returned to the shore, wrung out his clothes and prepared to set off.
Gong Zihua hurriedly picked up his big backpack, watched Gong Zihua leave, and followed.
After walking a long, long way, and having not eaten anything since the steamed buns in the morning, Mong Zihua's legs felt shaky. As we walked and walked, we encountered towering trees in the dense forest, and the sky gradually began to turn dark again.
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I walked a lot today. Hughes has a compass. He specializes in taking secluded roads that others don't take. He likes to open up new roads among the grass. He should be entering the forest now, unlike yesterday when he was still on the outskirts of the forest...
Gong Zihua saw the footprints of wild beasts on the ground, some antelope bones piled on the grass, and the meat had been chewed clean.
Gong Zihua walked around the pile of bones and looked around in horror.
Even at a young age, he knew what it meant...
It was getting dark again, and Hughes found a new shelter.
This time he had no luck finding a tree with a hole, so Hughes chose a big tree with dense branches and thick trunks.
Mong Zihua's shoes were worn out, and his feet were already walking mechanically... He stood under the tree with heavy steps, watching Hughes drag the bag up with a rope just like last night.
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Gong Zihua sat on the ground in relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt as if he was about to die in pain.
There was a rustling sound in the bushes, and a pair of eyes stared at Mong Zihua through the bushes.
Gong Zihua scratched her neck and took a look, and a cold sweat broke out down her spine: [Old... tiger!]
His childish voice sounded frightened.
On the branch, Hughes paused slightly. From a height, it was easier for him to see the beast hiding in the grass waiting for an opportunity to pounce. It was waiting for the sky to completely darken and for them to be defenseless.
When it realized that it had been discovered, it simply jumped out majestically from the grass and dug scratches on the ground with its sharp claws.
Gong Zihua stared at him stupidly, too scared to move.
"Aw, ow, ow..." The tiger showed its hungry fangs and circled back and forth with the tree as the center.
Gong Zihua suddenly recovered from the panic, pulled the hug off her shoulders, grabbed the tree body, and tried to get up the tree...