Amidst this cycle of self-denial and doubt, he finally waited for Chen Zhou to return.
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Returning to his own territory, the place where he had lived the longest since birth and left the most memories, the most excited was undoubtedly the Three-headed Saw-toothed Tiger.
In the afternoon, Paul had just carried a bundle of firewood back to the entrance of the shelter.
He inserted a knife into the crevice of the edge inside the mess kit, expertly prying at the ice mound, preparing to perform the old routine.
Before he could pry out the ice mound, Paul heard a commotion of footsteps, and then the familiar Saw-toothed Tiger appeared at the foot of the slope.
Seeing the Saw-toothed Tiger, Paul immediately knew that Chen Zhou had successfully completed his goal and returned smoothly. Without even putting down the mess kit, he grabbed the knife in one hand and the pot in the other, and hurriedly dashed down the hill.
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