The breeder surrounded by groups tried to resist, pushed the head of the big cat, and tried to pull down the whining little furball lying on his chest with one hand.

However, it is an indisputable fact that man has only two hands.

Barely controlling the two, Juanjuan and Da Ju rushed to the face from left to right.

Zhong Jingshu: "You don't talk about martial arts!!!"

The little furball shouted excitedly: "Wow!"

Da Ju rubbed against Zhong Jingshu's cheek and jumped twice, "Aww!"

The rebellious Curly licked the breeder in a mess, then quickly shifted his gaze, flicking his tail nervously behind him, seeing that the breeder was powerless to resist and didn't notice it, so he turned back silently and pressed on it.

Zhong Jingshu, who was buried at the bottom by the Siberian tiger: "..."

Shouldn't it be lucky that the big tiger didn't hold down like these little furballs.

Moreover, the camera that was originally floating above was not controlled by anyone, so he floated over slowly, apparently wanting to take a close-up shot.

Zhong Jingshu was really angry and funny, "In today's game, due to the negligence of the breeder, I lost the opportunity and lost. I will fight again next time."

""Unfortunately Lost""

"Hahahaha, watching the anchor provoke back and forth, and then being attacked by a few hairy, I really can't live laughing."

"Being under the pressure of so many furries, the anchor can still speak normally, should I praise the breeder for his good lung capacity?"

"Is there a possibility that the Siberian tiger is just teasing the anchor, and didn't really press it?"

Zhong Jingshu supported the furball on his body and tried to sit up, but the two around him refused to let go.

As soon as straightened upper body slightly, maybe not even a few tens of degrees, was pushed back again.

The snow under him was pressed out of a pit.

Originally, there was a lot of snow here, and it was still thick. Zhong Jingshu took a fancy to this, so he came here to collect snowballs.

In the end, who would have thought that it would be convenient for the furries to rub him into the snow.

Wearing warm clothes embedded in the soft snow, the body is still covered with hairy.

After Zhong Jingshu struggled for a while, he gave up struggling, grabbed Hairy on one side, and put a loose snowball on Hairy's head on the other side.

The curly eyes of the snowball on the top of the head are slightly opened, looking dull.

Zhong Jingshu hooked the corner of his mouth, and quietly stretched out his finger to poke the snowball, and the snowball immediately dispersed.

The falling snow made Juanjuan narrow his eyes, and subconsciously shrink his neck.

"Ha ha."

Juanjuan shook his hair, shook off the snow on his body, looked at Zhong Jingshu who was laughing so hard that he fell on his back, and jumped on him, "Ahhh!"

The fierce aura fell on him but he had no strength.

On the other hand, furball, who was lying on Zhong Jingshu's body, shouted at the top of his voice, "Oh!"

After a short cry, he turned his head and bit on Juanjuan's body.

Not to be outdone, Juan stretched out his claws.

Da Ju, who was not involved in the battle, looked left and right, a rare look of bewilderment appeared on his chubby tiger face.

It seems that don't know who to help.

They are all brothers, and helping anyone is a disappointment to the other half, Da Ju thought for a moment, gave the furball a bite first, and then bit the roll.

Now it's all taken care of.

Zhong Jingshu witnessed the whole process, laughing almost out of breath.

Da Ju's thoughts are written all over his face.

It doesn't matter if you don't favor the side, and you are all offended.

The two little ones that were beaten by Zheng Huan turned their heads and grabbed Da Ju's ear, and pulled it to Zhong Jingshu's body to beat it.

Zhong Jingshu: "???"

Suddenly couldn't laugh.

You hit me as soon as you hit them, and you beat me up, because you are afraid that I will run away.

"Hahaha, the breeder's smile is gradually disappearing."

"The upturned corners of the mouth will not disappear for no reason, just like now, the host's smile is transferred to my face."

"What is this called a snowball fight? I fought with my dog before, and I fell and broke my bone. My dog rushed over anxiously, and after confirming that I couldn't get up, excitedly shoveled snow on me. I suggest that Siberian tigers do the same.You can get in touch with the anchor.”

"Good guy, you have been exposed to the rain yourself, so you have to tear up other people's umbrellas."

...

Little hairy fought fiercely, and it was a three-way melee, and no one favored the other.

No matter who you bite in the chaos, as long as you take a bite, you will not lose.

Zhong Jingshu watched Da Ju come up towards his tail, then turned his head and bit the curl with a groan of pain.

Maybe he felt that Juan Juan bit him and was taking revenge.

Zhong Jingshu was lying on his back, feeling that even if he raised his head, he might be implicated. It is possible for this little tiger to faint on the spot with a paw.

"It feels a little dangerous."

"Help, I'm so nervous watching this, the breeder, or else they'll go down and hunt."

"Ask, if the waving paw knocks the anchor unconscious, judging by the current temperature, can the breeder survive until the rescue of other colleagues?"

Zhong Jingshu folded his hands behind his head, and as the person at the center of Hairy's fighting vortex, he didn't panic at all, "It's okay, if I am really knocked out, let the big cat carry me back."

"???"

"If you want to say that, Jujuu come and give me a paw!"

"I don't want to hurt the breeder, I just want to see the big cat carry the host back, so..."

"Impossible." Zhong Jingshu raised his chin, signaling to the audience in the live broadcast room to watch carefully, "Their movements are very small, and they just stretched their claws to look fierce with the sound."

Small Siberian tigers also have tempers, and scenes of fighting with their upper body upright are very common.

But these few just waved their paws and flicked their tails, and some of them bit their own tails.

It's a fight, it's more like a measured play.

It's just... the weight of the little Siberian tiger itself cannot be ignored.

It's okay to be a meat pad for a while, but if you keep doing it, no matter how hard your body is, it won't be able to bear it.

Now the little hairy is having fun, and Zhong Jingshu doesn't know how to reach out and grab them one by one.

When he was hesitating, Big Mao Mao, who was lying beside him, got up, nimbly bit the back of Da Ju's neck and picked it up.

Da Ju, who was strangled by the back of the neck, froze immediately. When he left the battle, he was still holding his hind leg in his mouth, and he didn't dare to move, and his mouth didn't let go.

"Hmm... is this a three-on-one?"

"Furball Juanjuan and Da Ju are together, beating Daju? Ah, what kind of stupid and cute little tiger is Daju?"

The big tiger held Da Ju in its mouth and did not put it down in a hurry. Instead, it adjusted its movements and squatted beside Zhong Jingshu, looking at Juanjuan and furball with its eyes.

The two Mao Tuanzi who were in the middle of a fierce battle realized that they both stopped attacking and got off Zhong Jingshu at the same time.

A Mao Tuanzi occupied one side, landed on the ground obediently, with its tail wrapped around its paws, and the words "honesty" were almost written on its face.

In this situation, Zhong Jingshu just wanted to say that big cats are so nice, "Woo"

However, just as the conversation started, Big Mao Mao put down Da Ju and lay down on the ground by himself.

Zhong Jingshu: "..."

The little hairballs: "???"

The audience in the live broadcast room: "!!!"

"Big Cat: It's my turn."

The keeper who tried to get up continued to nest in the snow.

Curls and furballs squeezed on both sides of the waist, Da Ju circled around and curled up on Zhong Jingshu's head.

The thickest big cat blanket covers the whole thing down.

This scene was overwhelming, Zhong Jingshu was almost sweating.

Zhong Jingshu sighed, hugged the cat's neck and stroked its fur, "It would be great if there was a portable air conditioner in this meeting."

The heating of the clothes has stopped because the battery was not replenished in time. Now this body is no different from ordinary clothes. Lying in the snow, don't feel cold at all.

The big tiger's cheeks were kneaded into various shapes by Zhong Jingshu, and he rubbed his face to tease the tiger's whiskers.

The good temper of the big cat is fully reflected at this moment.

Lying in the snow for a long time.

It wasn't until the wild boar meat that had been cut was frozen that Zhong Jingshu patted the big tiger, stood up and said, "Let's go, it's time to go back."

Obviously just came out to hunt for breakfast, but after playing outside for a while, it was time to prepare lunch.

The big tiger pulled him up by biting his collar, stepped back half a step and squatted down.

Zhong Jingshu got up and patted the snow on his body, then swiped and pulled the hand on his back twice casually, the snow was obviously not clean.

Go back and take off your coat and clean it again, and you are not in a hurry to do it now.

The rest of the meat was packed and handed over to the little tigers, and the big cat was in charge of Zhong Jingshu's backpack.

When walking back, only Zhong Jingshu's hands were free.

The big cat on the left, and the three furry cats on the right walk side by side.

The screen of the live broadcast room is viewed from a high altitude, a simple section of the road, it just feels like a blockbuster film.

"Big cat, move closer to the side, don't stick to the anchor so close, what if you fall if you stick to it while walking? The most important thing is, you leave me a space to put myself in."

"Will you or will you? The photo is private to you. Take me with you."

"That me too..."

The P picture is not P.

Not to mention that the furries are very close to Zhong Jingshu, there is no room for P to enter personally.

The task live broadcast platform does not allow screenshots and video recordings. Some viewers report violations, and professional auditors will verify the recording and broadcasting content. Viewers are not required to upload evidence.

Back in the tent, Zhong Jingshu's first step was to change his clothes.

I fought snowball fights, fingertips were cold, and haven't recovered yet.

Zhong Jingshu clenched his fingers, and the temperature in his palm was not high, but he could still feel a little warmth when he held his fingertips.

There was a hand warmer in the supplies, but Zhong Jingshu felt that he didn't need it, so he didn't take it out to charge it.

Now it’s too late to take it out, so I just poured a cup of hot water and held my hands, and I didn’t forget to take the time to tell the audience in the live broadcast room: "Everyone must remember to wear gloves when playing snowball fights."

Without gloves, the fingertips are in close contact with the snow. It's fun, but it's really cold.

Zhong Jingshu didn't come out of the tent, the big cat waited outside for a while, and came in to look for no one coming out.

The breeder looked at Hairy's big tiger and blinked, pushed the water glass away, smiled and waved to Hairy, "Come here, big cat."

"Fraud!"

"What do you want to do, cunning human being?"

"My brother used to be fond of sticking cold fingers up my neckline, and I suspect the breeder also..."

Do not doubt.

After the big cat walked over, Zhong Jingshu stretched out his hand and buried it in the thick fur scarf of the big cat, and teased the cat with a smile on his face and said, "Give me a hand, big cat."

The big tiger was held by the neck, paused for a moment, then lowered its head and rubbed against his cheek, paws resting on Zhong Jingshu's hand.

It looked like he wanted to take his hand off.

Although Zhong Jingshu didn't understand why, he followed the big cat's strength and put his hands down on his knees, "What's the matter?"

The big tiger didn't make a sound, and lay down on Zhong Jingshu's lap, covering the cold fingers with its belly.

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