Chen Yuan had imagined what it would be like to guard the forest alone—perhaps struggling through a dense, rugged forest, or perhaps outwitting a group of exceptionally wary wild pet beasts.
But he had never imagined a scene like this.
A herd of Star Moon Deer, along with little ones of all kinds of pet beasts, had gathered on the alpine meadow. The deep, secluded Crescent Lake lay beside them, the howling wind never ceased by their ears, and the fruit and snacks on the ground were dwindling away.
Another gust of cold wind swept past. Up here on a two-thousand-meter mountain, Chen Yuan reached up to pull his clothes tighter, then crossed his hands beneath his head as a pillow and lay flat on the meadow in a comfortable position.
The sunlight was not dazzling, but the rays that fell still illuminated the green meadow of midsummer, bathing every little one within them.
Some Star Moon Deer lowered their heads to graze, while others nibbled on fruit, but even more crowded around the ever-dwindling pile of potato chips.
As everyone knew, a bag of potato chips looked quite large, but in truth, it contained only a pitiful handful of chips and a great expanse of air.
Once the bag was opened, the air ran away, leaving only a few chips behind.
Fortunately, Chen Yuan had brought two bags of chips this time, allowing every Star Moon Deer to taste this exceptionally unusual flavor.
Only that brazen little deer had gotten the most chips.
But in the blink of an eye, both bags of chips were gone. The Star Moon Deer could only squeeze to one side and turn their gazes toward the little bread rolls and nuts.
The little ones who usually ran with Flame Tail Fox joined this