A sharp knife was thrown at her feet: "Go ahead. I'll give you half an hour to cut as much wolf meat as you can carry."
Long Fuyue didn't dare to ask anything else at this time, and hurriedly ran back and stumbled back, trying her best to cut the wolf meat. The little fox was jumping next to her, pointing at her from time to time: "Wolf meat is thick and tough, and other things are tough."
The meat in this area is not easy to chew, so I might as well cut the meat on the belly. It’s a little softer there.”
When Long Fuyue was in modern times, she didn't even dare to kill a chicken, but now she had to peel off wolf meat like a butcher. She gritted her teeth, knowing that this was a life-or-death moment, and she couldn't pretend to be a hothouse flower or a weakling.
when.
She was afraid that the man would suddenly abandon her and leave, so after cutting her a few times, she couldn't help but look up. The man stood there coldly, with his white robe billowing and black hair flying, as if he could be blown away by the wind at any time.
go.
After finally cutting more than a dozen pieces of wolf meat, she was a little worried. Good night, the weather was freezing to death, so the meat would naturally not go bad, but what to do during the day? Where would she put all the meat? She couldn't just hold it all.
Bar?[
The man kept his back to her, but seemed to see her doubts, and said coldly: "Make a fire. Cut the wolf skin."
"Make a fire?" Long Fuyue was stunned for a moment: "Where is the dry firewood?"
The man said calmly: "There are dead sea buckthorn bushes a hundred feet to your left. Go and cut some."
Long Fuyue was extremely well-behaved at this time. Knowing that it was not the time to fry her wings, she did not dare to disobey him at all. She did not care about the pain in her feet and ran to find the sea buckthorn bush.
The dried and dead sea buckthorn was covered with sharp thorns, and Long Fuyue had no other tools but the knife. However, the sea buckthorn was extremely tough, and even a dozen knives could not cut through it.
Her hands were soon pricked with blood by the sharp thorns on them, and the pain was heartbreaking. The little fox looked at her beside her, feeling very distressed. But at this time, it could not help much. It could only look at the loopholes.
, then lick her wounds...
After finally cutting a lot, Long Fuyue was almost exhausted. She gritted her teeth and ran back, first peeled off a piece of wolf skin, wrapped the wolf meat in it, and carried it to the pile of dead seabuckthorn branches.