I'm Not a Tailed Beast

Ma Dou looked pale and greeted him with a bitter face.

Sitting on the wood, the body swayed from time to time.

Shu Er's head is not so bright, but he can also see that something is wrong with Ma Dou.

"What's the matter with you? Are you sick?"

"Well, a little uncomfortable."

Shu Er had been so powerless before because he ran out of chakra.

In the past, it would have died because there was no mouse to take care of.

It was the three days that Shuda took care of himself day and night.

Shu Er suddenly felt something pressing on his shoulder.

"Wait a minute."

Shu Er quickly ran back to the cave.

Ma Dou's sanity was almost taken over by the heat in his body.

After a while, piles of grass squeezed out of the hole.

Then there was Shu Er's fat body.

Holding the hay, Shu Er walked up to Ma Dou and laid him a bed of grass as soft as his body.

Gently lower the burdock into the grass bed.

Then put the rest of the hay on him.

"It'll be warmer this way."

After doing all this, Shu Er thought for a while, and went back to the cave again.

Humans do not eat tree roots.

Because this kind of thing is only collected by moles and bugs.

But many animals eat the fruit.

Then Master Ma Dou should also eat fruit.

What Shu Er brought this time was the fruit he stole from the monkeys last time.

Because it is stored in a cool and dry place, although the fruit loses some moisture, it is still sweet.

Dazed and tormented by a fever, Ma Dou suddenly felt something being fed into his mouth.

Sweet and delicious.

Ma Dou's memory has never eaten such a sweet thing.

He swallowed subconsciously, enjoying the delicacy.

"Rat [-], humans are animals that live in houses, only weeds, and he will still get sick."

Mu Ziyu pouted her chin and spoke.

"So that's the case, but Master Nine-Tails, how should we build a human house?"

Shu Er raised his head and asked sincerely.

"Remember the pit I asked you to dig?"

"Ah, I see."

Shu Er finally had an inspiration.

Stepping on the snow, in the blink of an eye, they ran to the pit where they first met and dug for Lord Nine Tails.

Several days of snow had buried the pit.

Shu Er took out the shovel pinned to his waist and began to clear away the snow.

The pit is not deep, but a few people can be put down.

Then it transfers the hemp bucket together with the grass to the pit.

In order to prevent the snow from falling into the pit again, Shu Er started from the nearby branches and built a layer on top of the pit as a cover.

Oh yes, and the fire.

Shu Er walked to the fire, trying to pick up a burning log.

But for some reason, the closer it got, the greater the fear in its heart.

From a distance, although there is a sense of fear, it is not as strong.

Animals fear fire.

Because that would eat everything up.

But human beings can't do without fire.

Because that will provide warmth.

Suppressing his fear, Shu Er tremblingly picked up one.

Place it on the other side of the pit.

Bit by bit.

Re-build the fire.

The warm heat wave eased Ma Dou's frown.

After finishing all this work, Shu Er was sweating profusely.

Still insist on feeding the remaining fruit to Ma Dou.

If you are sick, eat enough food.

Otherwise the disease will not be cured.

This is a truth that moles have passed down for a long time.

Probably a long time ago, the mole and rat clan in Dongba should have had a good life.

Mu Ziyu saw Shu Er's behavior.

Know kindness and repay, respect the teacher and respect the way.

It is the virtue of his world.

No one gave advice, and it was up to Shu Er to realize these truths by himself.

Sure enough, I saw the mouse right.

After finishing everything, Shu Er ran back to Mu Ziyu, raised his head and asked.

"Master Kyuubi, will Master Ma Dou feel better this way?"

Ma Dou is a cold because of the cold.

Add to that the lack of food.

Now there is food, plus the cold.

The chance of survival only increased to 50.00%.

Whether he can carry it or not depends on his will.

But for the numbness of a ninja, if the will is really strong, you won't be just a ninja.

"I have to find some herbs for him, but I'm sorry Shu Er, I don't know which herbs can cure the disease."

Mu Ziyu apologized.

In fact, even if he knew, it might be difficult to find it this season.

Unless, who has storage.

Shu Er was full of worries and scratched his head.

Drill back into the hole without saying a word.

If you want to talk about the whole forest, who is most likely to have herbs.

That's just one animal.

monkey group.

Clever, they have a clear hierarchy, store food for the winter, and heal their companions.

Know how to unite and cooperate to defeat the invading enemy.

And, never kill other animals.

Even if the mole steals the fruit, it will hang for a day at most and punish it.

The patriarch said that this group of monkeys was different from the others.

Only when there are wise men among the monkeys can the scattered monkeys be orderly.

Shu Er decided to go to the monkey group for help.

It knows very well.

The last time he blatantly stole the monkeys' fruit reserves, he will definitely be taught a lesson this time.

But decided to go anyway.

Because if Master Ma Dou is dead.

I will be very sad.

Before the rat got up.

Along the winding and rugged path of the cave, Shu Er secretly drilled towards the ventilation hole of the fruit forest.

Go to the original vent.

The entrance of the cave has long been blocked by the collapsed soil.

Shu Er dug upwards, and when he was almost approaching the ground, there was movement from above.