Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

"I've heard that soaking in hot springs can cure all diseases. Is that really true?"

Yang Sanlang gazed tenderly at the woman beside him.

What incredible luck his wife has!

They've been finding wolf cubs, running into bears, and now they've discovered a natural hot spring in this remote corner.

He was ashamed of his own luck.

Zhao Yan ignored the man's tender gaze; her mind was already wandering far away.

Hot springs! This is a hot spring!

It's simply too good!

Having been fleeing famine for almost two months, she was filthy beyond recognition, and she dared not even smell it herself.

Along the way, everyone was basically on the go every day.

If she encountered a stream or river on the way, besides preparing enough water for cooking and drinking for the next few days, she could only wash her hair haphazardly after dark.

When it came to bathing, she and Sister Tian would each hold one of their daughters, find a secluded corner, set up a makeshift shed with an oilcloth, heat up the water, and quickly scrub them one by one inside.

Taking a bath is just too much trouble; they've only taken one bath in all this time.

Sometimes she even regrets that she isn't a man.

Look at Zhao Yunjie and his friends, when they come across a stream or river, they go in to cool off with their shirts off and only wearing shorts.

You can shower and wash your hair at the same time, saving time and effort.

She hadn't seen how Yang Sanlang and the others dealt with washing their hair and taking a bath, but the man was right next to her. She could smell that he didn't smell bad at all, so she figured he must have secretly washed himself.

bath!

She's made up her mind; she'll take Sister Tian and the others for a nice bath tonight!

She bent down, scooped up the little gray cat from the ground, and gently patted its head twice.

"Little Grey, consider this your redemption."

"I'm warning you, if you run off like this again, I'm really going to beat you up, you know?"

Little Grey made two "woof woof" sounds and stuck out its tongue to lick Zhao Yan's palm in a flattering manner.

"what--"

Zhao Yan disgustedly stuffed it into Yang Sanlang's arms and then washed her hands thoroughly in the water.

She has been afraid of cats and dogs since she was a child.

She only decided to take Little Grey home to raise it because its parents had died and it was sure to die young on its own.

She can hug you, but don't lick her with your tongue, or she'll feel uncomfortable all over.

"Ow—"

Little Gray seemed to realize that it had done something wrong, and cried pitifully in Yang Sanlang's arms.

Yang Sanlang lowered his eyes and glanced at Little Grey in his arms, his gaze becoming inexplicably gentle.

It turns out that Little Grey was just like him, being disliked.

This is the epitome of "misery loves company".

He gently stroked Little Gray's head, slowly and tenderly, just like he would when he lulled his daughter to sleep.

Little Grey gradually calmed down, found a comfortable position in Yang Sanlang's arms, and closed its eyes.

When Zhao Yan came over after washing up, this was the scene she saw.

A tall, upright man stood beside a gleaming silver machete, and on his arm lay a furry little gray dog ​​with its eyes closed.

"Iron-willed yet tender-hearted," the idiom suddenly popped into Zhao Yan's mind.

The scene was so harmonious, and the man's eyes were so tender that she held her breath and suddenly couldn't bear to interrupt this beautiful moment.

only--

"Yan'er! Yang Sanlang! Where are you?"

A hurried shout drifted from afar, accompanied by the sound of wind, sounding urgent and anxious.

Zhao Yan suddenly exchanged a glance with Yang Sanlang.

"Oh no, we've been gone for too long. They must think something happened to us."

Yang Sanlang's expression instantly turned solemn. He handed Xiao Hui to Zhao Yan and then pulled the cleaver from the ground.

"I'll go up first, you take your time."

Zhao Yan nodded gently at him, "Okay."

Yang Sanlang gave her a deep look, picked up his machete, went to the bottom of the steep slope, suddenly tapped his toes, leaped up the slope, grabbed the headless snake body on the ground, and quickly walked away.

Yuan Gang and Zhao Yunchen were searching the bushes where the brown bear mother had been attacked, armed with machetes.

Seeing bloodstains and signs of a struggle on the ground, Yuan Gang worried that Zhao Yan and Yang Sanlang might have been attacked by wild animals, so he and Zhao Yunchen quickly searched the surrounding area.

Zhao Yunchen pushed aside the weeds in front of him, and suddenly, a sharp dagger lay quietly in the pile of grass.

“Grandpa Yuangang, look, this is my aunt’s dagger.”

He picked up the dagger from the ground and examined both sides.

“That’s right, this is my aunt’s dagger. I saw her use it to cut tree branches.”

He couldn't help but worry, "Grandpa Yuangang, will Aunt and Uncle be alright?"

Yuan Gang looked serious, and he wasn't sure what to expect either.

There are many wild animals in this desolate mountain forest. If Yan Yatou and Yang Sanlang really encountered them, he didn't know what would become of them.

"Let's look again, maybe they're alright."

Zhao Yunchen frowned and could only nod, "Mm."

Just as the two were about to chase after the brown bear in the direction it had fled, Yang Sanlang walked over, carrying a machete in one hand and a headless snake in the other.

"Uncle Yuan, Yun Chen, Yan'er and I are here."

"Wow—what a huge python!"

Upon hearing Yang Sanlang's voice, Zhao Yunchen turned around with delight, only to be startled by the large snake on Yang Sanlang's body. His face turned pale instantly, and he nearly fell to the ground.

"Uncle, where did you get this python from?"

He's not afraid of anything else, except cold-blooded animals like snakes.

Walking so silently is really scary.

Seeing Yang Sanlang standing unharmed before him, Yuan Gang smiled and stepped forward to give him a light tap on the shoulder.

"Wow, you can cut this thing in one go? You're quite skilled."

They were all martial arts practitioners, so they had good eyesight.

Judging from the cut at the snake's head, Yang Sanlang severed the python with a single stroke.

Without exceptional skills, an ordinary person couldn't do it.

It's clear that Yang Sanlang's skills are definitely no less than his own.

I'll definitely find time to spar with him sometime.

Yang Sanlang just smiled and explained, "Uncle Yuan, I'm sorry, Yan'er and I came out to find that Xiao Hui guy without telling you beforehand, and I made you worry."

"It's alright, don't do it again next time."

Yuan Gang gave only a few simple instructions, not daring to mention that Xiaomi couldn't find her biological mother and was crying her eyes out.

The elders and Yun Jie also wanted to come and look for him, but they gave up after he repeatedly assured them.

"Uncle Yuan."

"Yun Chen".

At this moment, Zhao Yan walked over carrying Little Grey.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar silver light, and she walked up to Zhao Yunchen with delight.

"Yun Chen, you found the dagger? I thought you hadn't."

Zhao Yunchen handed the dagger to Zhao Yan. Although his face was still pale, he was no longer as afraid as before.

He asked worriedly, "Auntie, are you alright?"

When he saw the bloodstains on the ground, he was really afraid that something had happened to them.

Zhao Yan couldn't help but smile, and affectionately rubbed the little gray head several times with her fingers.

"It's nothing, what could possibly happen to us?"

"Not only are you all fine, but I also have some good news to tell you."

Zhao Yunchen asked curiously, "Auntie, what's the good news?"

Yuan Gang also looked surprised.

Zhao Yan and Yang Sanlang exchanged a glance, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but turn up.

"We've discovered a hot spring."