Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 419: Chapter 420 Lazy to the Extreme l

Such small islands can hardly form a complete food chain, nor can terrestrial animals migrate there, thus, apart from birds, there are usually no wild animals, at most… perhaps some small animals like monkeys and meerkats that were left behind before the islands were separated from the mainland.

That’s why Purple Summers felt it was absolutely far-fetched to think about hunting on the island.

Just as she was having that thought, she saw a sika deer slowly strolling past the entrance of her home…

Purple Summers:

Where did the sika deer come from?!!

Atra Blanc said, “Huh, the ecological environment on this island is really good.”

Purple Summers thought to herself: Isn’t it beyond an environmental issue? How could a sika deer from the northeast of Huaya appear on an island in the south???

A black shadow flashed by swiftly!

Tiny took a bite at the sika deer’s short tail!

The sika deer ran away terrified, while Tiny triumphantly squawked; it flapped its black wings and circled in the sky overhead, extremely smug.

“Not bad, the little duck is quite impressive,” Alexander Summers came out while holding onto a magazine. He was dressed in a black T-shirt, camouflaged trousers, and leather boots, the smile on his face had a hint of evil energy, appearing like a rakish noble who didn’t take the world seriously.

“Better than Cleo, rewarded.” Alexander Summers was not stingy with his praise, pulling out a snack and throwing it into the air, to which Tiny agilely flew in and caught with precision.

The corners of Purple Summers’s mouth twitched slightly as she asked him, “What did you just call it?”

Alexander replied, “Little duck, oh.”

“Its name is Tiny Summers! It’s Tiny, not a little duck!” Purple Summers got angry.

Alexander climbed into the car and said indifferently, “There’s no big difference; the pronunciation is almost the same.”

“The difference is huge, okay? They’re completely different species!” Purple Summers opened the other car door and sat in the passenger seat.

Alexander leaned over to help her with the seatbelt, “Why are you so agitated? As long as it understands, that’s what matters.”

In the end, seeing Tiny perched on the rearview mirror outside the window, he called out to it again, “Little duck.”

Tiny cocked its head at Alexander, thinking he was going to give it more food, and it fluttered its feathers and hopped into the car.

Purple Summers held the crow and admonished with a serious tone, “Tiny, remember, you are Tiny, not a little duck!”

Tiny: “Caw!    ”

Alexander burst into laughter, “It even sounds like a duck.”

The two bickered over the crow’s name all the way.

Atra Blanc occasionally chimed in, laughing and teasing Alexander Summers, but he was thick-skinned like walls of copper and iron, and even facing a two against one situation, he still firmly held the upper hand.

Driving an off-road vehicle that could climb slopes and wade through water, they reached a flat high ground, bordered on one side by the sea and on the other three by forests. Apart from the intense sun, it was the most ideal place for camping.

Alexander Summers parked the car, set up the barbecue grill and stove, opened up a folding table, and left the rest to Atra Blanc. Then, he picked up the shotgun and said, “Mom, I’m going to take Purple out for some fun.”

“I’m not going!” Purple Summers protested, “The shotgun is so heavy, it’s exhausting to carry, I want to stay here and help mom prepare lunch!”

But this time Atra Blanc did not side with her, smiling she said, “Purple, it’s rare that we come out, go and have a good time with your brother.”

Alexander Summers dragged Purple Summers away.

He taught her how to use the shotgun.

The shotgun was not as light and exquisite as a handgun, which Purple Summers did not like, and she had no enthusiasm for hunting, she fired a few shots perfunctorily, which frightened the birds and beasts in the forest into a frenzied flurry.

Alexander Summers found a rabbit burrow and brought Cleo over, hoping that Cleo would forage for himself.

But Cleo was lazily meandering through the grass, showing little interest in the food right in front of its nose.

Then Alexander fired a shot into the burrow, and seven or eight plump rabbits burst out!——– The rabbits escaped right under Cleo’s nose without Cleo

reacting at all.

“Have you become laziness incarnate?” Alexander was quite speechless and shot a fat rabbit dead, throwing its bloody body in front of Cleo.