Orcs Build a Well-off Society

Although the heavy snow almost covered the entire land, it deeply covered life and fell asleep under the thick snow. But in such a severe cold season, it is not that there is no life freely alive.

Sometimes, such severe cold weather is the peak season for plant growth. Although there are few plants that can thrive in this environment, they have some medicinal properties.

In fact, Chelsea didn't say that he would go to gather medicine at the beginning. After all, in such weather, he was a sub-orc. So he only mentioned these incidentally when explaining the pharmacology with Miller. It's just that he didn't expect to be heard by Samuelson accidentally.

Since Bell hibernated, Samuelson was the only one in his house. Although Sigmund, his father, his father, and other friends were still there, there were several pairs in it, just taking advantage of this free time. The timing deepened his feelings, so he didn't think about disturbing others often.

And rather than having fun with other people, Samuelson is more willing to help Chelsea-now everyone in the tribe knows that Samuelson is pursuing Chelsea, but everyone responds with an objective and calm attitude. Although some orcs, especially those who had been rejected by Chelsea, asked Samuelson for a "duel".

I have to say that the power of love is great. Although I lost to Palos at the beginning, Samuelson did not show any mercy for these "stumbling blocks" that prevented him from pursuing Chelsea and won the game.

Now that everyone knows this, Samuelson's pursuit of Chelsea has become more frequent. Later, it has developed to Chelsea’s three meals a day with Samuelson, Miller originally lived with Chelsea, unknowingly also benefited a lot.

Seeing this guy trying so hard to please his master, even though Miller didn't say a good word for Samuelson in front of Chelsea, he still sprayed "venom" much less.

However, Samuelson is very dissatisfied with his progress-although he said that "people in love are blind", Samuelson can still feel that Chelsea treats himself much better. Perhaps the Orc's instincts are very accurate, although it seems that Chelsea has been smiling at him, but now Chelsea sometimes show him unexpected expressions.

However, it is not enough. You know, Samuelson's previous plan was to "hold a beautiful woman home" before the winter, but I didn't expect that after so long in winter, he was still wandering "outside".

With great difficulty, I finally learned that Chelsea had always wanted medicinal materials that can only grow in winter, but could not go because of the weather. Samuelson's eyes brightened when he heard it-this is not the best for himself Chance?

You know, he is an orc of the Northern Clan, and this cold weather is not a problem at all!

As a Chelsea suitor, Samuelson certainly knows how much Chelsea loves pharmacology, otherwise he would not use the excuse to classify Chelsea medicines as an excuse to approach his sweetheart.

So after another heavy snowfall stopped, Samuelson was ready to go to the outer circle. The tribe is still very large. Outside of the gathering place, there is a large circle outside, including the hilltop woods, and everything belongs to the tribe. So at first Samuelson was just planning to look outside to see if there were wood, medicinal materials and so on.

Later, when he came to the open area, Samuelson directly changed back to the form of a beast-a huge, snow-white giant fox moved quickly on the snow.

The people of the Northern Clan are naturally flat on the ice and snow, otherwise they would not have lived in that extremely cold place for generations to live and thrive.

For Samuelson, this kind of cold place stretched his limbs out, and he couldn't help howling a few times and happily went to the depths of the snow forest.

There is a saying that goes like this-happiness creates sadness? Just when Samuelson finally saw a clump of red grass in the snow-listening to Chelsea say that this kind of thing is very effective for frostbite or something, you know, for what Chelsea said, Samuelson is really serious. Keep the words in my heart.

It’s just that Samuelson saw only the red grass in the snow. Seeing that there was only a snowdrift beside it, he was paralyzed by the experience of living in the North for many years. He jumped over the snow and prepared to change. Go back to the human form and harvest all the clumps-Samuelson didn't think about what to save for later. He just thought, will he get praise from Chelsea if he makes so many backs?

So Samuelson, who was too caught up in his own fantasy, didn’t notice. When his huge beast **** stepped on the seemingly thick snowy ground, he made a "click" sound, just before Samuelson became For a moment in the human form, the snow underneath--or the ice covered with a layer of snow broke...

When Chelsea first heard the news, they were pouring the boiled concoction into a pottery bowl. With a "pop", the medicine jar in his hand fell to the ground even the soup with the medicine. Regardless of the hot potion splashing out, the smile on Chelsea's face changed, and he said eagerly: "What? Where is he? "!" The orc didn't wait for the orc to answer after speaking, and hurriedly ran outside.

As soon as he ran into the yard, he saw the humanoid Samuelson being carried back by two orcs, his legs covered with blood, and there were many bruises and snow on his body.

"Sam...Samuelson?" Chelsea yelled in a soft, unsteady voice. Seeing that he hadn't answered, he became eager and hurriedly directed the two orcs carrying him to his usual treatment room. .

Because civilization already has small buns, it is not suitable to watch these **** scenes (it is estimated that even if civilization does not have small buns, Palos will not let civilization see these ╮(╯﹏╰)╭), so at the beginning At that time Palos sent civilization back.

Originally wanted to ask if he could help, but Miller said that civilization now also needs to be taken care of, and there are already him and Chelsea here, so Palos didn’t say anything later, and finally hugged his lover and left. .

After sending Palos away and preparing the wound medicine, Miller opened the door, just in time to see his master who had always had a soft smile on his face seemed a little flustered. As the so-called bystanders are clear, although Miller is not as good as Chelsea's medical skills, it is estimated that Samuelson was not seriously injured in fact.

It is estimated that the legs are a bit serious, and the snow on the body is probably a bit frozen. There should be no worries about life.

It's just that now Chelsea is "caring and chaos" and has not noticed these things that are easy to notice. Miller couldn't help but remembered that when he was chatting with Civilization some time ago, he unknowingly said about Samuelson and his master. Civilization said this at the time.

Miller blinked his eyes-it seems that the master really took Samuelson to his heart. It turns out that the master who seems to be kind but actually keeps a certain distance from everyone is really no match for the so-called "loyal dog." "+Rogue" "Lie Nan is afraid of stalkers". The words Xiao Ming said were really incisive, and he immediately understood what he wanted to express.

Wipe away the snow and grass residue, Chelsea try not to touch Samuelson’s wound-in fact, as Miller said, the wound is not deep, just scratched a little bit. Meat, there is no injury to the bones.

That's the case, when Chelsea used gentle force to wipe Samuelson's pale legs from the ice water, he still made his muscles twitch unnaturally, and the closed eyes opened slightly.

Chelsea was just annoyed that his actions accidentally caused Samuelson to wake up in pain. Seeing Samuelson as if he was about to wake up, he felt like he leaned forward: "How is it, Samuelson? How do you feel?" Not only was he worried about Samuelson, but as a witch, he also had to know these things.

Samuelson didn’t know if he didn’t hear it or something. He didn’t answer Chelsea’s question. He just smiled at Chelsea reluctantly, stretched his hand into his arms, and fumbled for a long time before returning a few plants. The snowy red grass with the drops of snowflakes turned out: "Chelsea...hurry up, put it away." Samuelson knew that snowy red grass is very delicate and suitable for cold places and warm places. On the contrary, it is easy to wither.

The Chelsea room had been prepared by Samuelson just before the winter-this is what he "learned" from Palos-the burning charcoal made the whole room warm.

If Chelsea still felt very worried about Samuelson before, now only the heart is sore and numb... He doesn't know when Samuelson knew he wanted this kind of grass, but he I know, Samuelson must have not listened to what he said.

The red grass in the snow is cold-loving, but it grows in this warm region and only appears in the severe cold season. And the red grass in the snow not only likes the cold, but also likes to live by the water.

It's just that the red grass in the snow is cold-loving because it likes leaves, flowers, and fruits, but the roots can't absorb too cold water vapor, so where the red grass in the snow is located, the ice surface formed by water is very thin. Generally speaking, even the weight of a sub-orc can't support, let alone Samuelson, a tall and strong orc...

This fool! Watching Samuelson stubbornly let himself put the grass away, Chelsea took it and turned and let Miller put it away, by the way, concealing the sourness in his eyes.

Really... Are you so anxious? Don’t you know that he himself is more important than these? ! As soon as this thought came out, Chelsea's heart jumped, and he couldn't help but "pounding" to speed up the beating frequency. Turning around, he saw that Samuelson's eyes had been closed, and the hand he had just raised was also dropped.

Obviously knowing that Samuelson will be fine, but Chelsea couldn't help but leaned up nervously to see if he had fallen asleep instead of...he heard some small sounds in the ear and saw Miller handing over a jar of ointment: "Ahem, master... do you need this thing? I think this guy will need this."

Putting down the jar, Miller walked out unhurriedly, and when he reached the door, he paused, "Also, tonight is to cook for the two of us, right?" The guy who wanted to come could not wake up. ...Speaking of which, this guy is really "a blessing in disguise", but I want to abduct my master so quickly, don't want to hum ╭(╯＾╰)╮!

The basin of warm water used to wipe blood stains quickly ran out, and Chelsea got up and went outside to get another basin of water into the room. Moisten the silk lump spit by the white silk beast, twist the water and wipe Samuelson's face and neck.

After a pause, Chelsea still opened Samuelson's fur coat and wiped his chest and abdomen. It stands to reason that when he treats the orcs, when he hesitates, except for the embarrassing parts? But when facing Samuelson, I... seemed to be a little... Is that... embarrassing?

In the end, the snow and small wounds and grass residues on the upper body were wiped off, and the hand that moved to the lower abdomen finally retracted-anyway, anyway, he was wearing so tightly underneath, there must be no injury!

In a daze, Chelsea looked at Samuelson's naked upper body for a while, and the delicate face was unconsciously blushing. I didn't notice that my face turned red, but I still felt those slightly hot sensations.

But Chelsea was not the one who avoided his own feelings. He quickly tightened Samuelson's clothes to prevent him from catching a cold, and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. After a while, he continued to wring out the water and clean his hands with Samuelson, carefully wiping off one finger by one.

Unpretentiously, Chelsea, who was earnestly cleaning Samuelson's hands, was pulled over and fell on the chest of the opponent's explanation. Chelsea was about to struggle subconsciously when he heard Samuelson muttering something vaguely...Chelsea listened carefully, it was his name...

Suddenly, my heart was sour, sweet and soft, but the hands that groped around on him made Chelsea a little bit dark and dumb--this guy wouldn't be doing impure dreams, right? I felt that some rough big hands wandered unruly on my body. Although I wore thick, the touch seemed to be transmitted to every inch of my own texture through the warm animal skin...

The author has something to say: It’s not good to always write Xiao Ming's role, right? Aesthetic fatigue of the **** horse is extinct haha, but they don’t have a lot of roles...In other words, I still love the attribute of the second stock loyal dog.

Naimen, name, name? ! Isn't there a sister paper for one?嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤, if not today, when the time comes, the sand will be taken out, don’t think that thunder TAT...

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