Chapter 160 Qian Daoliu, Bo Saixi’s first day of survival in the wilderness
It took several hours to get through to the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King’s house, and it was already dusk outside.
The cold wind howled, and in a medium-sized stone cave, a beautiful figure shrank into a ball, and three thousand hair, which was about the same height as her body, was scattered randomly around her body. There are also parts that are stained with a lot of dirt.
And this person was Bo Saixi, whose soul power was knocked out by Qian Renhan's ninth soul skill.
In front of Bo Saixi, there is a blond middle-aged man who is carrying palm tree branches, camphor tree branches and some stones collected to take care of the cave. Besides, this blond middle-aged man Who else could Qian Daoliu be?
The trunks of palm branches are the best material for tents in the wild. They provide shelter from wind and rain. The branches of camphor branches can repel mosquitoes. The mosquitoes in the deep mountains and old forests are extremely numerous and more savage. People who like the body fragrance of tender meat like it best.
"Qiandaoliu, I'm cold, I'm hungry."
Bo Saixi's originally slender figure became even more delicate after shrinking due to the cold. I felt pity for him. , she was still wearing a cloak pulled from the Qiandaoliu armor, wrapped around her torn red skirt.
Qian Daoliu had taken off his armor a long time ago. He had lost his soul power and could not even be possessed by a martial spirit. His physical fitness was similar to that of a great soul master. His hard and heavy body He took off all the armor and made it into a predator weapon. Only two simple pieces of clothing were left inside, and the blue cloak on the armor was covered by Bo Saixi.
Qian Daoliu turned to look at Bo Saixi and sighed helplessly. They had lost their soul power, and their soul guides could not be used. They were surrounded by deep mountains and old forests, and there were no tents, food or other supplies. Without restoring their souls, It is basically impossible for the division to leave. To survive in the wild, the first step is to find a water source, the second step is to make a fire, and the third step is a shelter.
Fortunately, Qian Daoliu traveled around the mainland with Tang Chen when he was young and accumulated some knowledge, which was finally put to use today. As for Bo Saixi, this guy who has basically spent his whole life on Poseidon Island is a complete burden. We have to carry this burden with us in our past friendships.
After that, the water source was found, and the shelter was found in a stone cave. There was no fire source, and no food was found. For the rest of the time, Qiandaoliu could only find some leaves to shelter from wind and rain and repel insects, otherwise he would be in the stone cave. How can you lie down on this cold and hard floor and sleep all night and get up the next day?
After thinking about it again and again, Qian Daoliu handed the coat to Bo Saixi, leaving only a single piece of clothing on him, and said: "You Put it on first, I'm working on this, it's not cold."
"Thank you."
Qian Daoliu said again: "We haven't found the food yet, just be patient, tomorrow morning. I will go look for it alone. If I can find the kindling and successfully light the fire tomorrow, if possible, you can help me look after the fire."
Bo Saixi nodded, and she tried her best to keep her posture while watching Qian Daoliu's labor. She kept quiet because she knew that in this deep mountain and old forest, the only person she could rely on was Qian Daoliu.
After a while, Bo Saixi wrapped himself in a warm coat and asked: "How long do you think it will take for us to regain our strength?"
"I don't know, this soul I have never seen it before, and I know very little about fallen angels.”
Qian Daoliu said angrily, how could Qian Renhan be so ruthless, after sealing their cultivation. Just throw him, the grandfather, into the deep mountains and old forests. You must know that he has never thought of killing Qian Renhan. If he loses his cultivation, he will be brought back to Wuhun Hall to be treated like Bibi Dong.
If he hadn't been a well-informed and experienced Qiandaoliu, Qianxunji would not have known whether he would have survived for three days. This would have been without Bo Saixi's procrastination. Oil bottle case. After a while, Qian Daoliu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "A hammock has been set up. You can go in and have a rest first. If you get sick, I can't cure you in this forest."
After hearing those last words, even though Bo Saixi was reluctant and worried about the hidden danger of Qiandaoliu, she still had no choice but to go in. The hard and cold stone slab below had already made her buttocks feel extremely uncomfortable. Comfortable.
The hammock is made of four arms-thick branches made into two The branches serve as a frame, resting on two X-shaped branches. The bed board is made of branches that are wrapped around and around the thickness of the wrist.
This hammock is long enough and not even half a meter wide. It can only accommodate one person at most.
Of course, if two people are thin and sleep sideways, they might be able to sleep together. Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi's figures are just right, but it's a pity that this wonderful picture does not exist. Appear.
Qiandaoliu, who was lying on the hammock with Bo Saixi's back to her, did not fall asleep. It should be said that she did not dare to fall asleep. She was really worried that Qiandaoliu's animalistic nature would show up and he would do something to her.
But Bo Saixi is obviously over-worrying. Qian Daoliu is not paying attention to her at all now. The most important thing now is to survive. For him, an old man who has lost his soul power for a hundred years, he must hurry up. Get some sleep so you can have the energy to solve the food and fire problems tomorrow.
Nearly half an hour passed, and the sky became almost completely dark. Qian Daoliu finally set up his hammock. When he was about to lie down on it, he looked up and saw Bo Saixi and was stunned subconsciously. .
Bo Saixi, a centenarian, climbed and walked in the deep mountains and forests for the first time, and was almost killed by Qian Renhan's ultimate move. How much energy did he have left, so he didn't last long? He fell asleep and turned from lying on his side to lying on his back.
And the exquisite curves wrapped in fabric were completely exposed under Qian Daoliu's eyes, especially the fair and straight calves exposed by tearing up part of the long skirt for natural activities. For leg control enthusiasts, it is estimated that I have the urge to pounce and take a few mouthfuls of my tongue.
At this time, Qian Daoliu recalled that he left the Douluo Palace to let Qian Xunji get married and inherit the Seraphim spirit. His old man was also a Seraph spirit, and Bo Saixi was the Poseidon spirit, which belonged to Qian Ren. First love, bloodline talents are all first-rate. If there is a descendant, it is even possible to inherit two martial arts. Isn't it a sure thing that the talent will inherit the angelic status?
And here, with the physique of a Qiandaoliu man, it would be absolutely not difficult for the Overlord to draw the bow, and Bo Saixi would not be able to resist.
But Qian Daoliu soon got rid of the idea of a cave douluo in his mind. No, absolutely not. As a loyal believer of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu would never do anything that would tarnish the Angel God.
However, there are really no talented girls in the Wuhun Hall. Juniors like Hu Liena and Tianyao, Qianxunji has the face to attack, and Qiandaoliu has a big force to fight with.
On one side is the descendant who is very likely to inherit the twin martial arts and inherit the angelic throne, and can also be with his first love, and even now. On the other side is the belief in the angel god. Qiandaoliu finally I chose the latter.
On the one hand, Bo Saixi is not Bibi Dong and does not owe the Spirit Hall. Even he cannot do the extreme methods of Qian Xunji. On the other hand, their generation was ruined by the inheritors of the Angel God. , Qianjia still has descendants, descendants of descendants, descendants of descendants, and there is hope after all.
Thinking about this, Qian Daoliu sighed deeply, seeming to express his sorrow for not offering sacrifices to the successor of the angel god. Then he lay down in the hammock, covered himself with some palm leaves, and Fell asleep.
(End of this chapter)