Manual of Space-Time Interference

At night, the dialect was awakened by the continuous thunder of the sky.

He opened the curtain, and only by the faint moonlight did he realize that the rain was heavy, very heavy...

There were no more unnecessary calls in the mountains, as if they were all blocked by the rain curtain, only the dull sound of raindrops hitting the soil remained.

Dialect looked at it, turned around and took out the flashlight, opened it and looked around the tent.

Fortunately, it was by the edge of the cliff, so there was no place for water to accumulate on the flat ground, and the threat to the tent was not great, which made him relieved.

From time to time streaks of thunder light flashed across the sky, and then there was constant thunder, which was deafening...

The wind hit him with some tiny raindrops on his face, Dialect pulled the curtain, turned off the flashlight, put it aside, lay back in the tent, and closed his eyes.

In a high mountain, does Lei like to chop on the top of the mountain?

Dialect actually thinks it doesn't matter. Instead of worrying about whether there are some or not, it's better to get a good night's sleep.

Besides, the rain is so heavy, and the mountain road is steep and slippery. If you accidentally fall, you might be dead...

……

This time, I slept very lightly, but I still fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, the sound of raindrops hitting the tent was still there. From a transparent place next to me, it was a white world.

The heavy rain completely blocked the line of sight, which made the dialect a bit of a headache, and completely cut off the idea of ​​going out again.

At least, it's impossible to go out again until the rain stops.

Without the response from the thunder, the rain was a bit tedious, so he had to retract the tent, play games and watch movies with the tablet.

Time passes slowly...

"Yaya!"

A clear cry came from outside the tent, and the dialect was taken aback, put down the tablet, opened the curtain and looked out.

It was a small pterodactyl, standing not far away with its wings standing, watching the tent of Dialect make a cry.

"Yaya!"

The pterodactyl wanted to open its wings, but closed it again. It neighed helplessly, and finally had to go under a tree not far away.

The tree was not big, and the rain still fell on it, so that the pterodactyl could only shrink, and finally snuggled tightly with the tree trunk.

A little pterosaur with no way home...

Dialect thought, he retracted back into the tent, and the hand that was about to pick up the tablet again paused.

The sound of the rain is still the same, and the pterodactyl is still screaming, shivering under the power of nature...

Dialect shook his head, put on his helmet, took out a raincoat from the plastic bag on the side, and put it on.

He moved with a hint of pity. This pterodactyl might be like himself when he crossed for the first time, but he met such a kind butcher named Zhang Mingju.

And it, now it has also met itself...

Taking the military shovel, Dialect stepped out of the tent. The muddy ground under the majestic rain was very slippery, so he could only take small steps.

Pterodactyl tilted his head, opened his mouth when he saw the dialect approaching, and seemed to warn the dialect wearing a raincoat not to come forward.

Dialect shook his head with a smile, turned his head and walked in the other direction, where there were still some branches, which he was preparing to use to make a fire.

Picking out a few thicker sections, the dialect began to chop it down with a military shovel, making the bottom of each branch thorn-like.

Dialect has never built a bird's nest or a wooden hut, but he felt that with the rich creativity and imagination of human beings-probably, perhaps, it should be possible to make a simple hut to shelter from the rain?

The rainwater flows down the mountain wall, and the mountain road next to it also becomes a muddy patch...

Holding the cut wooden branches, Dialect looked around, and found that there was only a suitable place to build a hut, and there was only the tree where the pterodactyl was snuggling.

"You let it go!"

Dialect said helplessly, looking at the pterodactyl huddled under the tree, he couldn't help laughing or crying.

"Hey! Acridine!"

cried the pterodactyl, tightening its shriveled body, opened its mouth, revealing a row of tiny teeth.

"Ah!"

Dialect smiled,

If the Allosaurus opened its mouth and had some deterrent power, this little pterosaur looked a little cuter.

Going forward, Dialect put down the wooden branch, then gently lifted the pterodactyl with his hand, then picked up the wooden branch and stuck it on the ground.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

The pterosaur next to him kept biting at it with its own small claws and mouth. Dialect turned to look at it, but he didn't care too much.

If it was still flying in the sky, it might be a little troublesome, but it can't fly when it falls to the ground, that's how it is.

Who said that the pterosaurs of fallen grass are not as good as chickens...

Comparing the size of the pterosaur, Dialect inserted all the wooden branches, and finally put up a simple wooden frame.

The rain dripped from the gap, and a gust of wind blew a few pieces of the wooden branches at the top down.

A bit shabby!

Dialect stood up, looking at the wooden house in front of him that collapsed due to the wind and thought.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, then Fang Yan turned back to the tent, took out a rope, and tore off the film sheets of the plastic-wrapped items.

Walking to the front of the wooden house again, he squatted down.

"I go……"

Dialect complained, looking at the pterodactyl that had already shrunk into the wooden hut.

"I said, this wooden house is not ready yet, don't worry!"

Dialect said, but looking at the pterodactyl's doubtful little eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he shook his head, and he reached out and grabbed the pterodactyl.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

The pterodactyl cried, and kept scratching the dialect's hand with its mouth and front paws, but it didn't have much strength, not even scratching the raincoat.

"You stay aside first!"

Dialect said, put the pterodactyl next to him, and once again stopped the pterodactyl from rushing towards the wooden house with his hands, and shouted, "Stay here!"

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The pterodactyl screamed, probably also knowing that he couldn't beat the creature next to him, so he honestly stayed aside, but his small eyes kept aiming at the wooden house in front of him.

He took the rope to reinforce the wooden house, and then spread the plastic film outside and tied it with rope. The dialect was busy for a while, and the house for the pterodactyl was considered a complete success.

"Huh..."

Dialect breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at the pterodactyl next to him, and said, "Okay, let's go in!"

Pterodactyl was stunned for a while. Listening to the words of the person he didn't understand, he tilted his head, and doubts appeared in his two small eyes.

"..." Dialect shook his head helplessly, and pushed the pterodactyl with his hand.

"Hiss? Hiss?"

The pterodactyl looked at the dialect and called out tentatively twice, and then walked slowly along the wooden house that the dialect pointed to.

One step, three turns...

It is estimated that it was afraid of being caught by the dialect. The pterodactyl walked for a while, stopped for a while, and then turned to look at the dialect.

It wasn't until the end, when he stepped into the wooden house, that he hurriedly shrunk in and squeezed in.

Dialect looked at it, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, turned his head and walked towards his tent.

"Yaya!"

Constant screams sounded from behind him, as if he was happy that he had a place to live, or he was thanking this strange creature...