kiss the beast world

Chapter 167 The Little Patriarch Is Stupid and Stupid

Seeing that it was almost two quarters of an hour, the little orc on the bed had already recovered its rosy and soft body since a quarter of an hour ago.

But he hasn't woken up until now, and his heart hasn't fluctuated at all, just like falling asleep, and it's just like, at least he can still breathe and heartbeat while sleeping, but he has nothing.

Wen Yue couldn't wait any longer, gritted her teeth, immediately cut off the heart energy, and raised her hand to catch the astrolabe.

"It's okay"

Seeing that Wen Yue stopped, Lang Ye immediately stepped forward, took out the soft little animal skin that had been prepared, and gently wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"It's okay, why isn't he awake yet?"

After Jingjing Langye finished wiping off her sweat, Wen Yue approached the bed with a worried face, probed the little guy's breath, then the neck vein, and finally the heart.

not breathing...

no pulse...

Heartbeat is still still...

Wen Yue's hands trembled, and she shook her head violently as if she couldn't believe it.

"why?"

"why is this"

"Why didn't he come back to life?"

Obviously this is how the little patriarch's eyes were healed last time, why not this time? Is it because this time is fate, so it can't be changed no matter what?
Wen Yue bit her lower lip tightly, extremely unwilling, clenched her jade hand into a fist, swung it out suddenly, and raised her hand to smash it on the cold stone bed.

If it hit the stone bed with such a powerful force, it would not only be as simple as seeing blood, it would be bloody and bloody in minutes.

It's a pity that her jade fist failed to fulfill her wish, Lang Yeben had been paying attention to her all the time, when she was lost and muttering to herself, he already wanted to hold her in his arms to comfort her.

It's just that Wen Yue's unreconciled fist came too suddenly, but fortunately, he opened his hand quickly and spread it on the stone bed she was about to hit, perfectly separating the stone bed from her hand Come.

"Oh!"

The sound of flesh and bone colliding with fists and palms.

From the outside, the hands of the two looked like big hands holding small hands. Wen Yue's fists were just clenched, while Lang Ye's hands were spread out.

After being hit by her fist, the slender fingers slowly bent to wrap around her angry fist.

There was no sense of pain on his face.

By the way, please don't ignore his red-purple, crisp and pleasant clicking sound, sunken at the speed of the naked eye.

Not only did Lang Ye feel no pain, but he also looked at the soft and white fist in his hand with great interest:
Well, after coming here for so many days and eating meat for so long, I finally have some strength.

He glanced at a slightly protruding small bone on the back of his hand indifferently.

It seems that the bone in the middle of the claw is a little loose, um, it's okay, just go back and break it.

After Wen Yue dropped her fist for a while, she realized that there was no unexpected pain, and there was a sound of collision with a hard object.

Subconsciously looking down, he saw Lang Ye's sunken palm, which was red, purple, and swollen, and immediately blamed himself anxiously:
"little patriarch"

"Little patriarch, your hand!"

"Is it painful"

It must be in pain, it's all red and purple, it's all her fault, I can't even see clearly, it's like hammering something.

It seems that he was hurt, this is good, use your own hand to give him a punch to relieve the pain.

and many more.

Why did the little patriarch put his hands there? She obviously didn't see anyone with hands on the bed before she punched her.

So, when this guy saw her fist was about to hit the bed, he blocked it in an instant?

"Are you a dummy?"

"Why do you put your hands there?"

"I'm so stupid, I don't know if it will hurt."

How did such a stupid person become the patriarch?

Wen Yue scolded Lang Ye's head and face. Although it was a reprimand, her voice was mellow and ethereal, and it was very pleasant to hear.

Hopeless……

"It's okay, Yue'er, it doesn't hurt."

It's just a small injury, Lang Ye really didn't feel the pain, maybe because the fist was Wen Yue's, or because of the concern between her words.

"Don't hurt you big-headed ghost. You can see for yourself what it looks like. Why, do you want to invite me to eat braised pig's trotters?"

Wen Yue pursed her red lips with an unhappy face, and gave him a vicious look.

You're so stupid, what are you laughing at, and you still laughing, and you'll knock out all your teeth if you laugh any more!

She was very clear about the strength of her punch with all her strength.

It doesn't hurt yet, do you think you are a Vajra Arhat or have you been given anesthesia?

"What is braised pig's trotter?"

Looking at Wen Yue, Lang Ye gradually turned from remorse and self-blame to anger, and immediately put away his smirk, and followed the aunt's words very sharply, and began to change the subject.

"No, your paw"

Steam and steam, fry and fry, fry and stir-fry, and finally fry and fry in the pan.

"This, and this, see?"

Wen Yue grabbed both of Lang Ye's hands, held the uninjured one in front of him and dangled it, and then indicated with her eyes that the red and swollen one was more similar.

"Yue'er likes to eat braised pig's trotters?"

The painting style suddenly changed 180 degrees, Lang Ye's expression paused, and suddenly his black eyes lit up, and the corners of his pretty mouth evoked a deep smile.

But this topic is too off track, and it's all in the northern hemisphere.

"I"

Just as Wen Yue wanted to say something more, she suddenly choked when the words reached her throat. What did she see?
At this moment, the astrolabe, which she had put aside at will, suddenly began to glow with holy white light, and it rose slowly by itself, floating above the heart that had just injected the little orc with the heart energy.

Wen Yue stared at each other beautifully, and looked at Lang Ye aside in surprise, and after looking at each other with questioning eyes for a second, the two shook their heads one after another.

Wolf Night: I haven't touched it.

Wen Yue: I haven't touched it either.

So what's going on with it, does it have its own ideas?

Didn't he still refuse to save the little orc just now, now that he realizes his conscience, he wants to do something good?
Uh!
When it came to saving people, Wen Yue almost didn't give herself a few big mouths. There was still a little man in the cave whose life and death were unknown, oh no, it was a dead little man, who was lying quietly on the bed waiting for her to think about it. Ways to cure.

But she didn't know when she had put it behind her, and was discussing food with the little patriarch here, saying that Little Xingxing had no conscience, wouldn't she be even more heartless?

Sin, sin, sin!

Fortunately, because the little orc was protected by her heart energy, the whole fleshy and strong body has always maintained a fresh and rosy state, otherwise she would have to slap herself several times.

……

"Tell me, how can I help?"

Well, now is not the time to blame yourself, saving people is the most important thing, looking at the posture of the little star in front of him, could it be that he has thought of some way to save him?

"Heart Qi"

In a place that Lang Ye couldn't see, a line of four large characters, as white as frost in the snow, came into Wen Yue's eyes very clearly.

It's a pity that her mood is not very good, because didn't she just use this method just now?
Suddenly his face froze, cheating on her?

"explain"

(End of this chapter)