Go Through the World of Beasts and Be a Stick

The ambiguity in that tone made Wen Lie blush suddenly.

He didn't understand the joy of scratching his wrist and giving blood to people. He glanced at the orc strangely, pretending to be cold, and said: "I don't need it."

"You want," Miao was anxious, and seemed to treat him as a fragile doll, a little too nervous," said the old man with white beard. It will take many days for you to wake up. Now you wake up in three days. It must be no good. All,... Wen Wen, I want to take care of you so that you won’t get hurt."

No one knows how much torment he felt in his heart during the few days waiting for the non-orcs to wake up.

He didn't know that this was actually Xiong Gu's threat from him. He was afraid that when the great witch would not wake up, the fierce **** would come to him again and deliberately prolong the time of the great witch's coma.

"Wen Wen, I will give you sweet fruit if you drink it." After saying that, he has moved his hand over, seeing Wenlie staring at his wound, and Miao whispered, "It's not dirty, I will wash it.

The orc's voice is a rare gentle and tense. Even though he has been used to the inadvertent pampering and unknowing "love words" of the other two days, Wen Lie still feels unspeakable awkwardness and astringency.

If the other party recovers his memory and soberness one day, what will happen to his despicable use.

Looking at Hao's unfailing affection in the opponent's eyes, Wen Lie didn't know the taste, and licked the wound that the orc had reached his lips. The faint sweet smell filled the tip of his nose. Wen Lie seemed to be pierced, and felt that the tip of his nose was a bit astringent.

He turned his head quickly, pushed the orc away, and said, "What sweet fruit?"

Miao saw that the non-orc drank it obediently. Although he was dissatisfied with the other party’s "picky eaters", he was still satisfied. He licked the wound once according to the traces of the non-orc’s licking, and his eyes inadvertently turned the non-orc’s lips with a secretive look. , The thirst that is about to pour out.

Until the small wound healed slowly, Miao shut his mouth, took out a palm-sized yellow fruit from the pocket of animal skin pants, and handed it to the non-orcs like a treasure, "Smell the sweet fruit."

The orc kept talking about it, Wen Lie's curiosity was also aroused. At this time, seeing the flat yellow fruit in the orc's hand, he was a little straighter, "Persimmon?!"

He took the fruit in his hand, looked at it several times, and tried to take another bite. Although it was hard, the taste of honey was almost the same as that of a persimmon.

"Where are you from?"

Miao had a meal, and then he stabbed: "The old man with the white beard took it. He still has a lot of it. I will get it for you if I smell it and want to eat it."

The orc didn't know what rob and steal were at all, only knew that he was in love with him, not to mention things.

If it hadn’t been for the little fruit of the priest Xionggu’s treasure, Miao would not have ran to the cave of the old thing and hid him in order to avoid trouble the last time when a non-orc was talking to Xionggu. Two of the fruits there were dug out.

One of them was eaten by him, and he felt that there was no problem, so he was relieved to take the rest to the non-orcs to eat.

Wen Lie choked in his throat, almost choked with a bite of crispy persimmon in his mouth, "You, did you steal it?"

He had heard of a sweet fruit from the priest Xionggu, which was very precious. When they went to the little bear tribe, Baiheya had eaten it, and he hadn't even seen it.

He looked around subconsciously, a little guilty, and the fruit in his hand became even hotter. This fruit, which is almost indistinguishable from persimmon, is not the sweet fruit of the old man, right?

Miao is different. He has only learned the three words "Miao" and "Wen Lie" so far. He doesn't know how to write with a guilty conscience. Seeing that the non-orc looks nervous, he thinks he doesn't like it, and he took that sweet Guo took a bite and wondered: "Sweet, do you like it?"

"Cough," Wen Lie came back to his senses, with a hint of sweetness in his mouth. The long-lost smell made him drunk. He licked his tongue and turned his eyes. "Also, it's not that I don't like it."

If the old man eats too much persimmon, it is not good for his health. Since Miao has stolen it back, he will inevitably be detected when he puts it back, so he should eat it.

However, Wen Lie pretends to be serious and educates the orcs, "Don't ask if you are stealing, only this time, let's not take it as an example."

Miao squinted his eyes, leaned over and took advantage of the non-orc inadvertently, and quickly licked away the fruit crumbs from the corner of the opponent's mouth. The voice seemed to be covered with sticky sweetness, "Well, don't go, I'll find it for you outside."

The endless possessiveness surged in the orc's heart. Everything he liked for non-orcs belonged to him. All the happiness came from him. The non-orc cubs ate other people's things with joy, and his squinted eyes made him unhappy. Up.

Wen Lie was stunned by the warm touch at the corner of his mouth, and then he came to his senses and let go of the persimmon in his hand, and said angrily: "Go to your own place to sleep, I'm going to sleep!"

"Well, sleep."

As if he didn’t understand Wenlie’s words, Miao coaxed the cubs. He held the non-orcs with little force, tore off the animal skins on his body in twos and threes, and even skilfully took off the opponent. "Autumn Clothes", only the "sweater" made by the non-orc named Gora in the innermost part was left.

Wen Lie was even more stupid. He even allowed the other party to take him off with only the last layer of skin. It wasn't until the orc's hands began to unfaithfully peek into the innermost part. He was agitated, as if forced to the last step. The ignorant young man who knew how to resist, kicked Miu's chest all of a sudden, "You, what are you doing?!"

He kicked back, like a small beast that was suddenly stared at by a fierce beast, struggling helplessly, until his back touched the cold stone wall, he looked at the source of the threat vigilantly.

Miu looked at the non-orc whose complexion was crimson because of some actions, and there was a strange light flashing in his eyes, but his expression was innocent. It was natural, "I heard that you would take it off when you sleep in animal skins. I'll take it off for you first. ."

Wen Lie's scalp exploded. It wasn't that he hadn't thought that the orcs would use his hands and feet in the past few days when he was in a coma, but what he thought was one thing. Seeing it with his own eyes and hearing with his own ears is another. Up!

Seeing the orc still eager to try, Wen Lie wanted to cry without tears.

He is really riding a tiger now. He thought the orcs had lost his memory a lot, and he was more obedient to him most of the time. He could completely deceive the other party to reduce the barbarity value like this "respect as a guest"...

But what's the trouble now?

Before he knew it, they had already made money back!

Wen Lie didn't have a strong sense of "male and female" defenses. After all, in his cognition, he has everything that others have. The non-orcs like Luo Luo that he came into contact with were not "females" who were squeamish and tender. , He has been subconsciously ignoring his identity as a non-orc.

But every time he met Miu's eyes, the strong sense of invasion and possession made him suddenly feel a sense of crisis, and he could no longer be magnanimous and calm in front of the other orcs.

He hurriedly put on the animal skins inside and rolled to the closest corner of the animal skin bed. Now, it is difficult for him to roar the orc out of the cave with his aura. This guy has no fear at all!

Wen Lie had no choice but to point to the opposite corner of the cave far away from him, "I don't like to sleep with someone next to me. You can take some animal skins there to sleep."

The neck of the non-orc, the accidentally exposed collarbone, and the small chest are red and pink. I don't know if it is reflected by the fire in the cave, or the scenery is unconcealable and charming.

Miao's eyes were deep, his breathing suddenly increased, but he was not aggressive anymore, and slowly said, "Okay."

Wen Lie was lying in the cave, his heart numb, not knowing how he and the other party got to where they are now, everything came suddenly and illusory, and he caught him off guard.

But listening to the sleeping breath of the orc reverberating gently in the empty cave, Wen Lie found a trace of stability that he could rely on in such a dreamlike inauthenticity, and fell asleep unconsciously.

The wood "pepped" in the fire, but the sleeping orc slowly opened his eyes, got up and walked to the corner where the non-orc was, looking at the opponent, curled up in the skin of the animal, a small bulging ball appeared. Pi's profile is calm and well-behaved.

Miao chuckled and lay down on the opponent's side, gently hugging the opponent into his arms, spreading the non-orc's curled hands and feet with his powerful thighs, looking at the opponent's stretched eyebrows, his eyes filled with longing. It was about to burst out in the next second, but was suppressed for life.

Not reconciled, so he leaned over and kissed the dark hair of the other party, forbearing and restraining.

"Smell, I won't get hurt again this time, I promise."

On the second day, Wen Lie opened his eyes in a feeling of warmth and squeezing, and he opened his eyes with a piece of bronze muscle.

The curve is smooth and powerful.

He froze for a while, blinked, and suddenly his complexion changed, and he opened the man, but the orc clung to him tightly, arched his shoulders, and said slimly: "Smell, I'm tired, go to sleep. For a while."

Wen Lie trembled with anger, swallowed but didn't know how it happened, so he quickly got up and kicked the orc's thigh a few times, "Get out! I'm a fool if I let you sleep here again!"

Regardless of the orcs behind him, he hurriedly ran out after wearing the animal skins, only to realize that the sky was already bright outside.

In the distance, in the place where the pottery kiln was built, black shadows were constantly moving, people who had already gotten up and were busy.

For this newly built pottery kiln, the enthusiasm of the people is much stronger than Wen Lie. For them, this is a magical building that they have never encountered in their lives. It is a gift from the beast **** and passed by the great witch. Wisdom, they have extremely sincere respect and expectation in their hearts.

So apart from eating, sleeping, and practicing time at night, they put almost all their energy into it.

At this time, Wen Lie went to look again, and saw that yesterday was still very crude, just the embryonic pottery kiln, which has been actively followed by the beasts to complete the rest according to his construction concept, even the outermost pottery pottery. It's well built.

Wen Lie temporarily forgot to entangle with Miu's troubles and began to marvel at the creativity of the orcs.

Perhaps what they lack is not wisdom, but just a fulcrum for growth.

Priest Xionggu was touching the high stone wall of the pottery kiln with a trembling hand, and he was muttering words, all words of gratitude to the animal gods.

This is the first time he has seen such a peculiar “tent” that is strong and flat, entrenched on the hillside like an unbreakable beast since he lived more than a hundred years old.

Even when I was young, I used to change salt with the tribe, the stone tents I saw in some big tribes were far from the magnificent and tall in front of me.

Of course, the priest Xionggu didn't dare to think that he could live in such a "tent". Except for the kind of precious ceramics, the great witch and the patriarch were qualified...

Wen Lie didn't know that the other party had actually made the idea of ​​letting him live in the pottery kiln. When he approached here, everyone saw him. Priest Xiong Gu excitedly said, "Witch, do you think this will work?"

Wen Lie turned twice, and finally nodded in the nervous eyes of everyone, "That's right, I can go outside and cut trees after a short rest."

In fact, it is much better than he expected. After all, he only provides technical support, and the actual operation ability is not as good as the others. Now the orcs can build the pottery kiln according to his simple guidance. Looking carefully at the past, Wen Lie is even more unexpected. , Better than what he saw from a distance.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then became excited. After eating something hastily, they couldn't wait to carry their stone knives and ran into the south of the valley to cut trees.

It's probably because of the terrain. The tall and old trees are relatively dense, which is much better than the shrubs and vegetation here.

Wen Lie didn't stop them either. He just stopped the non-orcs and small half-beasts who were also eager to try, and smiled: "The stone knives have been snatched by Sawano and the others. What are you looking for to chop the tree? Go and pinch the pot with me.