Traveling Through the Stars

Roger didn't move, and Robbie was unhappy. She even picked up a twig and didn't move.

Well, Roger took the edge of the bag and held it open. Luo Bi then poked a small branch into the tree hole, felt it, and poked out a round native pig. Roger was dumbfounded. Is there really a native pig? ! !

Luo Bi swung it hard and threw the native pig into the bag.

The native pig grunted as he was thrown, and Roger was stunned by Luo Bi's action. He almost jumped up while holding the bag: "Oh, my aunt, this is a native pig, not the mud you refined, so you can't throw it. "

The native pig didn't bark, what happened if it fell? Luo Bi didn't care about this, she quickly poked another small branch into the tree hole, and then poked out a round native pig while Roger was stunned.

"How many native pigs are there in this litter?" Roger's hands were shaking with excitement as he held the bag to pick up the native pigs. There were two of them.

"I don't know, usually there are two native pigs in a litter, and three to five will be brought to the family." Luo Bi also looked forward to it, and took a small branch and poked it again. To her surprise, another one came out, and it was a pig. Little pig.

Roger's eyes were astonishingly bright, and he quickly opened his pockets and continued: "There are three of them. Let's see if there are any more?"

Those who catch the pigs are much more impatient than those who catch them. Roger won't poke them. If he can, he will take it.

Luo Bi threw the native pig into the bag and said urgently: "Don't worry about whether there are any native pigs in the tree hole. Look at the Hang family hunting team. The native pig just barked."

Those with sharp ears can distinguish the cry of a native pig.

The main reason is that they are too close to each other. People from the Hang family hunting team are looking for supplies nearby and may come here at any time. Both of them knew very well that no one else could know that the native pig was nesting in a tree hole.

Roger's excitement calmed down a bit. He was tall and could see far away. He turned around and saw that the people from the Hang family's hunting team were still walking through the forest, and no one was paying attention.

"It's okay, no one is coming," Roger said.

Luo Bi was worried and took a look at it before continuing to poke the hole in the tree. Damn, I wonder if this litter is a surprise for Roger. He pokes one, and then another, and one after another.

Luo Bi: "······?????"

What does it mean to be in the limelight? This is called being in the limelight.

Not only do people like to be in the limelight these days, but so do pigs. During the prime of the galaxy, the birth rate of native pigs was low. It was the war season in the galaxy, so the number of native pigs that gave birth to pigs was truly a pig.

Luo Bi's wrists were sore when holding the branches. The branches were thin and were bent by the pigs every time. It was very strenuous for her hands. One or two would be fine. For someone like Luo Bi who doesn't work often, it would be difficult to poke them too much. It's too much for my wrist.

Luo Bi waved her hand and couldn't help but ask: "How many native pigs have you caught?"

Roger was happily in a state of confusion, mechanically holding the bag and saying: "...I don't know, there should be ten native pigs at least! Are there any more? Is this one litter or two?" "

"One nest, why don't you count?" Luo Bi didn't understand, and had no intention of doing anything else.

In fact, Luo Bi didn't know if it was a nest of native pigs. Normally, a tree hole should be a nest, but this number? There were too many pigs, and they even matched the number of pigs in the world before she traveled. There were fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen pigs in a litter.

Seriously, this is called a pig. Those who gave birth to one or two in the past were all fake.

Roger: "······."

Just look at it and feel happy, so I don’t count it.