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Wipe the bamboo floor clean with a cloth, cool the wolfberry on it, and then take out the yam. There is no comparison, no pressure, and no need to save money to buy a house or a car in order to marry a wife because here there is no need to There are no women.
Of course, suffer loneliness, endure loneliness, and try to find things that make you feel happy.
For example, train, work hard to make yourself stronger, and work hard to climb to the top of the food chain.
For example, go looking for food, expand your own recipes, and increase your happiness.
Of course, raising some small pets and petting them is also a way of entertainment.
Just like he is now, lying on the bamboo chair, watching the sunset over the lake and mountains, eating fresh fruits, petting the big golden cat, his life is gradually becoming more nourishing.
It¡¯s a pity that the little furball likes to stay on the roof of the bamboo building, as if he has persecution paranoia. Except for eating and sleeping, he basically squats on it at other times.
If the sun is too bright, it will squat on the treetops of the grove at the back of the mountain and use leaves to block the sun. After all, its fur is very long and it is not easy to dissipate heat.
Precisely because its hair is relatively long, Yun Buliu feels it is more comfortable to stroke it.
Although it occasionally discharges electricity, he is no longer afraid of it. Although he will still twitch involuntarily after being shocked.
But at least now he is no longer foaming at the mouth and no longer incontinent.
As for the little white snake, this lazy guy will show up when he is hungry and like to crawl into his arms when sleeping. At other times, he basically sleeps on the wicker chair.
My body is getting longer and fatter day by day, my appetite is getting better and bigger day by day, but my temper is also getting better day by day, and I actually don¡¯t like to be masturbated by him anymore.
Thinking about it, it¡¯s better to be a little milk tiger. Although his temper is a bit more lively, he always likes to hide in the grass when he has nothing to do, and he screams and jumps all over the ground when he is chased by those silly heroes in Goose Village.
But at least this silly cerebellar ax has added a lot of fun to his life.
A few days later, Yun Buliu went to the fruit forest again and had a fight with the golden monkey king.
This time, they did not fight in the orchard, but in the open area of ??the dense forest to the north of the orchard.
Without the constraints of the orchard, there was no need to worry about destroying the orchard. After the Golden Monkey King fully unleashed his fighting power, the black stick was danced to nothing but an afterimage.
For a moment, Yun Buliu was really forced to panic.
Fortunately, a quarter of an hour later, Yun Buliu took the initiative. He pressed the tiger fangs in his hand and easily broke its crazy monkey stick technique, making it no longer so coherent.
He found that once the monkey's black stick became less coherent, its lethality dropped sharply.
An hour later, one person and one monkey fell on the grass, breathing heavily.
The little fur ball was squatting on a fruit tree in the distance, disdainful of the fruits on the tree. The surrounding monkeys didn't dare to do anything to it, and even stayed away from it.
When Little Milk Tiger saw them stop, she screamed and ran towards Yun Buliu.
The Golden Monkey King stood up and squeaked a few times toward the orchard. Then he saw a monkey carrying two rounded bamboo tubes and handed them to him. He threw one of them to Yun Buliu.
Yun Buliu took the bamboo tube and shook it. There was the sound of water inside.
He looked at the monkey in surprise. The monkey picked up the bamboo tube, unplugged it, then put it to his mouth and drank. After taking a few sips, it signaled Yun Buliu to drink too.
Afraid that Yun Buliu wouldn¡¯t understand, he repeated the action of drinking water and demonstrated it to him.
Yun Buliu was amazed by the monkey's wisdom. He didn't expect that they actually knew how to use this simple tool to hold water in a bamboo tube.
He pulled out the plug on the cylinder, which was a piece of wood wrapped in withered grass.
As soon as the stopper was pulled out, the aroma of fruit and alcohol came out of the bamboo tube.
"Is this monkey wine?" he asked involuntarily and looked at the Monkey King.
"Monkey wine" basically only exists in legends. It has appeared in many film and television works, but it is impossible to see it in reality.
Yun Buliu didn't expect that the monkey king would actually give him this thing.
It seems now that those monkeys picked so many fruits and brought them back, probably a large part of them were used to make fruit wine.
So, how much monkey wine did they store?
He weighed it slightly and estimated that the bamboo tube weighed about one pound or two.
The monkey obviously didn't understand Yun Buliu's question, but looked at it eagerly, as if he wanted him to drink the fruit wine in his hand.
Originally, he wanted to go back and find a few fools from Goose Village to try it out first, but when he saw the Monkey King¡¯s earnest eyes, he knew that he was a bit like a villain.
He carefully faced the opening of the bamboo tube and took a sip.
The next moment, the sweet smell spread in his mouth. The taste of alcohol was very light and more fruity. It seemed that there were all kinds of fruits. The taste was mellow and smooth, and he couldn't help but take another big sip.
Seeing Yun Buliu¡¯s movements, the monkeys on the side jumped and squeaked, looking very happy and proud, scratching their ears and cheeks, and grinning.
That little appearance made Yun Buliu couldn't help but laugh, and he gave it a thumbs up, "Awesome! I like it very much!" After a pause, he added: "I'll come see you again in a few days, and I'll bring you some. Here comes the barbecue, I hope you like the taste of the barbecue.¡±
The monkey obviously didn¡¯t understand what he meant. He raised the bamboo tube, gestured to it, and then took another sip of the wine in the bamboo tube.
The monkey jumped with joy, squeaked, and started drinking too.
After sitting with the monkey for a while, Yun Buliu talked to himself, then stood up and left. He carried the remaining half of the fruit wine in the bamboo tube, picked some more fruits, and turned to leave.
As soon as we climbed up the stone beam, we heard the roar of a bear coming from the forest to the north.
The little fur ball sitting on his shoulder began to babble, and Yun Buliu almost picked it up and threw it out. Fortunately, it did not discharge.
The little milk tiger standing at his feet was startled and could not help but tremble.
But maybe because he saw that the other party seemed to be far away and there were people supporting him, he stretched his neck and screamed at the dense forest in the distance.
By the edge of the orchard, a golden monkey held a black stick and shouted "bluff, bluff" at the forest.
Gradually, the roar of the bear faded away.
Yun Buliu glanced at the dense forest to the north, turned and left.
He felt that it was necessary to find time to meet the big black bear in the dense forest to the north.
The golden monkey dared to confront it and bared its teeth at it. Since I could beat the golden monkey, there was no reason to be afraid of the big black bear!
As the sun sets, their figures draw a long reflection on the stone beam. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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