Husband is Particularly Fierce

It seems like the time of day here is about the same as on Earth. Even if it wasn't twenty-four hours, it wouldn't be too far off.

She crawled up, slowly sighed, and flipped over towards the bird's nest, one foot stepping on the bird's nest's outside, her entire body hanging in the air, stepping on a branch, slowly rubbing against it.

The lotus leaves had many joints and they were all very sturdy, making them very easy to climb.

She moved her body, and although the scratches on her shoulders were almost healed, the pain in her body was still there. As long as he used more strength, it seemed like blood would flow out from his body. Yuan Feiyu gritted her teeth, this kind of pain, was something she could endure.

It took her nearly two hours to climb down. He rested for about fifteen minutes on the soft ground under the tree. She walked in the opposite direction, pointing her watch north. Because he had a goal this time, his heart was a lot more stable than yesterday. Or maybe he had encountered the tragedy in the Warm Nest yesterday. No matter how bad he felt, how bad could he get? She picked up a stick of a suitable size and thickness to use as a walking stick. He would help with the walking and could be used as a weapon when necessary.

She walked south for four and a half hours before she stopped, exhausted. It was the longest walk of her life.

Her legs didn't seem like her own. She sat under the tree, the leaves soft and her body heavy. He was so tired that he just wanted to sleep.

She opened a bottle of acetic acid and took a sip. He closed his eyes, ate another two biscuits, recovered some strength, and continued walking.

She walked until the time on her watch indicated nine o'clock in the evening. Then she walked out of the lotus tree and into the even lower maple tree.

She looked at the sky. The sun was still high in the sky.

Perhaps she had misjudged earlier, she had only slept through the day, but she had not really seen the dark.

It seemed to be the dead of day here, and she wondered how many Earth days the sun would hang in the sky, but how much better would that be for her?

In a strange place, light was better than darkness.

After walking for a while, she heard a bird cry in the sky, "Ga ge..." Ga ge … "Ga ga …" It was a wild cry, loud and unpleasant.

She raised her head and saw a large flock of jelly-yellow birds flying towards her. There were more than ten of them, with a wingspan of about one meter. They were not in a formation, but they were very fast.

She was afraid of birds now, and she darted into the low maple shrubs. In a place like this, bigger birds should be hard to fly into. She leaned against a pile of maple leaves, looking at the sky. A jelly-yellow bird flew over from an empty spot where the branches did not completely block, causing a huge gust of wind to blow.

"Caw..." Ga ge … "Ga ga …"

"Caw..." Ga ge … "Ga ga …"

With half squinting eyes, she waved the branch with both of her hands as if she was playing with a ball and ruthlessly rammed it into the bird's body.

The jelly-yellow meat bird closed its wings to the side before dodging past her. It stood not far away as it fiercely sized her up. Those eyes were the same cold and emotionless as the golden birdman's, and the same golden color.