The bright moon shines on the remaining snow, and the north wind is strong and weak. We lurk behind the red pine trees. Although we built a snow wall to block the wind, we were at the downwind after all. After a long time, we were still frozen. I really couldn't stand it anymore. But at this moment, there was finally some movement. I hurriedly pressed my hand down and whispered to the fat man and the swallow: "Shh... Yuanpizi is here."

Although we usually refer to weasels as "yellow skin", there is a rule in the mountains that after seeing yellow skin, we can no longer mention the word "yellow" casually, because there have been many gold mines since ancient times. People in the mountains often say "three thousand miles of mountains, gold borders." This means that if there are mountains, there will be ditches, and if there are ditches, there will be gold. But that is what we said before liberation. According to traditional concepts, yellow skin and gold conflict, both of them are old Huang's family. Therefore, when using yellow skin or looking for golden veins, the word "yellow" must not be mentioned. It must be replaced by the word "yuan", otherwise it will be lost.

Seeing the movement on the "Yellow Skin Tomb", the three of us immediately became energetic, especially Fatty. Since we went to the countryside, we both have no place to vent our "remaining courage" as a popular guard. We have the heart to hit the wall with our heads. At this moment, we subconsciously regarded the yellow Skin to act as a regular combat operation, and devoted ourselves to it, not to mention how serious it was.

I concentrated my energy and observed the movements on the snow hill through the disguise. I saw a long neck, a small head, poking out from behind the snow hill. My big eyes were shining with inspiration. I turned my head vigilantly and looked around. It took a long time to completely expose my body. Seeing this, the swallow whispered: "It's mother, this fur is so good!"

I couldn't help but exclaim in my heart. I had seen many yellow-skinned men caught in the village before, some of which were dead or some, and even more so that I could die. Not to mention the word "good-looking". However, the forest elf that appeared in front of me was smooth and smooth, with bright eyes, and both of them were extraordinary. Standing on the snow hill, like a graceful lady. For some reason, when I saw it, the first thing I felt was a person, not a beast. I thought that this was probably the "Huang Daxian Gu" that people in the mountains often talked about and often worked? It was too boring to catch a few small yellow-skinned men. It happened to be an idea. If you want to catch it, you should catch this female yellow-skinned men that was beyond the ordinary.

This "Huang Xian Gu" may have sneaked out of a nearby tree hole to find food. Because we were far away from the ambush, it was very vigilant, but obviously failed to find our existence. It began to circulate around the "pie wonton" we set up. It walked slowly and was not anxious, and seemed not hungry. It didn't care much about the smell of chicken feathers mixed with egg whites from the skin. It was just curious about the strange-shaped skin, but it was a little afraid and didn't dare to go over and see it clearly.

The fat man was a little anxious: "Why don't this slutty guy get into a trap?" I wanted to find Yan Zi to shoot a hunting rifle, so I pressed his movements and shot it became hunting. Once the shot was fired, the skin was worthless. And the most important thing was that you would lose the greatest pleasure of a yellow skin. This activity was fun and you wanted to fight with the yellow skin. See if the "pie wonton" we disguised could make it fall into a trap. We waited for so long on the ice and snow, and we were waiting for this moment. We must keep calm.

I guess the "Huang Xian Gu" cannot be hungry. It must be in a fierce ideological struggle. Perhaps its weasel ancestor once sent a message that there is such a kind of "pie wonton" in the world that has no access. The yellow skin that crawls into it will definitely be peeled alive by the hunter. But it is not sure that the leather bag in front of it is the "pie wonton" that has killed countless yellow skins in the legend. No matter how you look at it, the skin bag is nothing special. It is different from the common traps. It doesn't look like something dangerous. Moreover, a mysterious smell comes from the skin bag, constantly teasing its heartstrings and stimulating the accelerated surge of gastric juice...

While I was scouting, I was pondering the psychological activities of "Huang Xian Gu" and took the pleasure of yellow skin to the extreme. People said: Get up early when begging - I was busy with work in poverty. Fatty and others spent a long time in the mountain gourd. I couldn't do it well and I took root here to do the revolution in this life. But in addition to being poor, it was also very necessary to find some entertainment projects. But I was usually watched by the old branch secretary in the village and didn't have the opportunity to go to the mountains to play. I was apart from working and studying. I could not finish the quotations and instructions. I couldn't finish the writing.

The biggest thing about my experience in fighting against private criticism and cultivation is to calculate how many labor points I earned that day and how many labor points I was deducted for being lazy. Fatty and I are both stubborn and can't stand the loneliness. It is rare to have the chance to get into the mountain to get yellow skin. What's more, when you meet such a "Huang Fairy Gu", only after the "Xiaoxue" season will the skin of the beasts on the mountain be valuable, but even now it seems that it will be no problem to exchange the skin of the Huang Fairy Gu on the body for ten kilograms of fruit candy. We are secretly happy and are getting more and more excited.

I was a little worried, afraid that I would be so proud that I was shocked to leave "Huang Xian Gu" inadvertently. Whatever is scared, the fat man squatted for half a night, and was filled with a cold air. When I saw "Huang Xian Gu", I was happy and didn't hold back, and let out a sound of fart. Yanzi and I heard him fart, and my heart suddenly became cold, and the fat meat in our mouth was about to run away.

As the saying goes, "The loud fart doesn't smell bad." But it's also farts. This movement is enough to shock the "Huang Xiangu" on the snow hill. At this time, the yellow skin just turned to the bottom of the skin, which was sandwiched between our ambush and the "Skin Wonton" trap. It was already planning to drill into the skin. When it was about to drill, the fat man's fart was so shocked that the hair on his body suddenly rose. How high was the distance? As soon as he bowed his body, he would escape to the depths of the dense forest like an arrow.

The yellow-skinned boy in the mountains is the most thief. As long as it enters the woods, it can use all the natural environment it can use, drilling holes and trees, and it can do everything, and it runs fast, and it is like lightning between advancing and retreating, and even the hunting dog cannot get on it. But before it can jump, it heard a gunshot and the roar of fire and iron sand. It turned out that the swallow next to me was always staring at the "Huang Xian Gu". Seeing that it was about to run, regardless of whether it could hit the target at such a long distance, it lifted the hunting rifle and blasted it.
Chapter completed!