Infinite Movie World

Chapter 1176 I will take care of you
By this time, Beorn had already woken up.

He opened the door of his bedroom and saw the dwarves strewn all over the floor, his whole face twisted immediately.

However, although his face looked furious, he did not wake up these dwarves, but walked past these dwarves lightly.

His big feet stepped on the gap carefully, for fear of waking up the dwarves.

After he walked through the living room and walked to the door, he regained his angry expression.

He walked to the front yard and saw that Xufeng and Lin Hai were still on guard, so he nodded slightly at them.

Xufeng and Lin Hai also smiled and waved at him.

Beorn didn't want to talk to them, didn't want to say good morning, or the weather today.

He wished this group of people would leave his stone house sooner.

He walked to the firewood pile in the front yard, picked up an ax that was two meters long, and began to chop wood vigorously.

The log as thick as a bucket was cut in two by him in an instant.

In a short while, a firewood pile like a small hill was chopped down.

But Beorn didn't sweat at all.

For him, this job was not even a warm-up.

After chopping wood, Beorn went to his cowshed to milk the cows.

After milking the two buckets of milk, he went to the henhouse and took out a basket of eggs.

Although he was tall and his movements looked clumsy, he was extremely skilled in all these tasks, and he finished them all in a short while.

Bilbo walked to the door, stretched himself in the face of the rising sun, and then warmly greeted Beorn: "Morning, Mr. Beorn, the weather is really nice today! You know, in the Mirkwood It’s really unusual to see such sunshine in such a place!”

This is just a very ordinary greeting.

Especially for hobbits.

This is how hobbits greet each other, even more enthusiastically than Bilbo's words now.

Bilbo has always been reluctant to follow the crowd, has always been reluctant to think of himself as a hobbit, but in fact, he will never escape the customs of the hobbit.

In the Shire area, he is surrounded by people who greet him warmly, and he can try his best to suppress himself and not follow the crowd.

However, when he left the Shire, he realized that this was his racial instinct.

Beorn looked down at Bilbo coldly. "Aren't you sad at all?"

Bilbo blinked in surprise. "Sad? No, why should I be sad?"

To be honest, he was a little sad at first, after all, those problems on the dwarves really made him a little unbearable, but now that Xufeng is here, and the Snow Empress team is also here, then there will be no such thing in this world. What hurdles cannot be overcome.

So, of course, Bilbo had nothing to feel bad about.

Of course, except that there is always a guy with a funny smile who always follows behind him.

Beorn sighed coldly, "If I were as short as you, I wouldn't be able to laugh at all."

Bilbo said helplessly, "Mr. Beorn, I am a hobbit, and we are born to be so tall."

"It's cruel, then you hobbits, you should look sad every day, right?"

"No, we are very happy every day. Although I didn't understand before, what is there to be happy, but now looking back, we hobbits are really very happy."

Beorn looked at Bilbo with the eyes of a fool, "It turns out that your entire race is stunted. Have you ever drank milk? It's the milk from that kind of animal. Have you ever drank it?"

Bilbo was a little angry, "Mr. Beorn, I think your question offends me a bit. Besides, you are so tall, and I have never seen you smile! Happiness has nothing to do with height!"

What a joke!
I, Bilbo, am in the world of Middle-earth. No, it’s wrong to count first and second, and it’s also wrong to count third and fourth... In short, I’m the top ten rich second generation!

I use things like milk for bathing, okay?

Beorn said in a deep voice: "Small man, I'll get you some more milk. Although it's too late, it's better than if you haven't had any milk before you die."

Bilbo said angrily, "Mr. Beorn, are you cursing me dead?"

Beorn said in a deep voice: "No, I rarely care about an outsider so much. You are still the first, and you are welcome."

"I..." Bilbo was really a little dumbfounded.

At first, he felt that this Beorn was targeting him, but soon he realized that this Beorn was not good at communicating and expressing.

After all, he has lived here alone for more than 20 years, so it is naturally difficult to communicate and express.

Moreover, Beorn seemed to really want to take care of him, but the way he expressed it was too infuriating.

Bilbo smiled wryly, "Mr. Beorn, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need your care. I'm fine on my own, and I'm perfectly fine."

Just as he was talking, a bee the size of a basketball flew towards Bilbo's nose.

Bilbo screamed immediately, dancing with his hands and feet, and drove the big bee away in panic.

But the big bee kept wandering around Bilbo.

"What's the matter!" The sleepy Yang Gongzai rushed out immediately.

Seeing the bee the size of a basketball, Yang Gongzai immediately turned around and walked back, muttering as he walked, "I must be dreaming, yes, I must be dreaming."

Without a word, Beorn walked up to Bilbo, grabbed the bee with his big hand, and caught it in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand again and let the big bee fly away.

After a while, Bilbo finally calmed down, "...Thank you."

Beorn looked down at Bilbo, and said coldly, "You're welcome, as I said, I'll take care of you, little one."

Bilbo sighed helplessly.

He felt that the word "little thing" was really insulting.

But... Beorn didn't seem to understand, nor did he mean to insult Bilbo in his words.

"Well, maybe..." Bilbo looked around. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Beorn looked at the pile of firewood that was like a small hill, and then at the milking bucket as high as Bilbo, and then said: "Go and wake up those dwarves and tell them that breakfast will be served in a moment." .”

Bilbo breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, I'll go."

After a while, the dwarves were all called out.

The dwarves grumbled, clearly not happy to be awakened from their sweet dreams.

Bilbo started to clear the table, and although it was taller than he was, he worked hard.

He always felt that they were guests in someone else's home, and the host was willing to entertain them for breakfast, so naturally as guests, they should do what they could.

As soon as the table was set, the drowsy dwarves sat at the table, knocking on the table and shouting for food.

Bilbo couldn't help frowning.

He couldn't bear these dwarves.

(End of this chapter)