955: Going Crazy From the Poison Acting Up

Going Crazy From the Poison Acting Up

This posture made her look up with her beautiful eyes. Her usually droopy eyes were raised slightly with a hint of charm in them.1

Curtis didn't mind her getting oil on him at all. He met her eyes and couldn't help but be stunned. His long and slender tongue flicked out, touching her eyes, causing Bai Qingqing to keep on blinking.

"Please?" Bai Qingqing swung his body.

How could Curtis bear to not go along with Bai Qingqing's wishes? He immediately nodded but secretly planned on searching for these prey at night.

In another place, An'an was hungry as well and kept on sucking with her mouth. She turned and looked around, seemingly looking for her mother.

"This can't carry on. I better go look for Qingqing." Winston could tell that An'an was hungry and frowned.

Alva recalled how Curtis was earlier and said in great surprise, "Don't you want your life? But An'an is a female child and Curtis probably won't kill her. Shall I bring her over to them?"

Winston was the leader of the village. Since Alva had settled down in the village, he naturally didn't wish for Winston to get into trouble.

Winston sighed bitterly. The problem was that Curtis couldn't stand An'an in the first place. How could he possibly be able to accept her now? He could only make this trip himself.

Parker said, "I'll go. I run fast."

As he was saying this, the sheep leading the lambs walked over to the lake warily, standing right opposite them.

Parker's eyes lit up. "None of us need to go. An'an has food now."

After saying that, he quietly crawled outside.

Alva and Winston had no experience and didn't react to things. They were only struck with realization after Parker had dragged the sheep back and they smelled the scent of milk coming from it.

The two lambs followed the mother sheep, not understanding the situation.

"Can this work?" Winston felt worried.

Parker patted his chest and assured, "When Qingqing gave birth to the leopard cubs, she couldn't squeeze out the milk, and they ate milk from a wild leopard. They were completely fine."

Winston hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

It was a pity that all the cutleries in the stone cave had been taken away by Curtis, without even a bowl left behind. An'an could only drink milk that was contained by tree leaves.

An'an clearly wasn't used to drinking sheep milk and pushed out a lot of the milk in her mouth after being fed a mouthful. As it flowed down her neck, her faint brows furrowed tightly together.

Winston and Parker fed her a few more mouthfuls. An'an tried it a few more times before drinking it. She could clearly put up with hardship.

Only then did the adults heave a sigh of relief. After having fed An'an, they hid the tree in the lemon tree forest while hiding under the rock.

In the evening, Curtis and Bai Qingqing returned to the stone cave next to the lake to rest.

Late in the night, a loud sound broke the tranquility.

Both Winston and Parker were alerted, and they probed their heads out to take a look. Turned out that Curtis had gone crazy in the middle of the night again.

He was on the opposite shore, and they didn't dare to make a sound. Winston understood that the scorpion poison was the most domineering at night. The effect in the day was just 10% to 20% of the poison's toxicity.

Winston looked up at the sky. The full moon was coming soon, and that'd be the day when Curtis was the most dangerous.

However, the most important thing now was to survive this night.

Curtis was even crazier and violent than in the day. He darted out from the stone cave and smashed around outside, shattering the rocks.

The sleeping Bai Qingqing was suddenly jolted awake by the loud sound. She was now even more careful than an alarmed bird as she immediately sat up.

By coincidence, a piece of rock flew past in front of her, and Bai Qingqing felt pain on her face. She then heard the sound of the stone piece knocking into the stone wall behind her.

She raised her hand and wiped her face, noticing warm and moist traces on her palm.

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