These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues

It is easy to feel sleepy in the spring, and Roger's sleeping time has increased significantly. He goes to bed early and wakes up late. In the afternoon, he has to wrap himself in a blanket and take a nap in the yard. Since last winter, Roger's sleep has improved a lot. Both Anson and An Luo watched In my eyes, I felt a lot of peace of mind, and at the same time I felt that it was indeed right not to reject Anbu.

The weather is getting warmer, the snow and ice on the grasslands have melted, and the soil in the fields has become soft. Recently, the tribe has been busy with spring ploughing again, which is related to the rations for the second half of the year. No one dares to delay. I came to plant potatoes and sweet potatoes. Last year, Anbu tried planting some at home. It was easy to survive, the harvest was good, and it could fill the stomach. These days, everyone just wants to be full, and they don’t ask too much. Besides, they have tasted a little bit. Also very good.

Anbu worked in the fields in the morning, and went to Zhu Xi's place to help repair the house at noon. The rainy season comes very quickly, and everything needs to be rested in advance. The rainy season is here, and sometimes the sun cannot be seen for several days in a row. , then it will be too late.

When he came back, Xia was playing with Ziro and the others at the door. He was just over a year old now, so small, he stood out among a group of four or five-year-old little orcs.

"Uncle Anbu." Xia ran up and put her paws on Anbu's legs.

Ambu picked him up with a smile, pinched his ears, and asked, "How about you?"

"sleeping."

"Why are you still sleeping?" At this time, Roger seems to have slept a bit more recently.

Ambu put down the basket on his body and found a small packet of slightly reddish plums, about the size of a strawberry, with a lot of juice. He took the largest one first, fed it to the child, and put the rest in. In Xia's arms, she said, "Be good, baby, don't go too far, go over there and eat plum fruit with your friends."

The other little orcs all looked at Xia with wide eyes. Plum fruit is not a rare thing in the Leopard tribe. It is summer, and a large handful of them are picked from the small bushes on the grassland, but this season is too early. , It's far from the time when the plums come down. It's not easy to find a few now. I haven't eaten anything fresh all winter. In the eyes of the little orcs, the temptation is big. So as soon as Xi Ya sat down, several people gathered around.

"Whoever listens to me, I'll eat it." Xi Ya was proud and showed off.

Anbu couldn't help laughing when he saw how big the kid was. He didn't know who his and Roger's children would look like in the future, and whether they would be as naughty and naughty as Xia.

Ambu wanted to wake Roger, but he couldn't bear to see him falling asleep. He sat on the side and waited for him to wake up, and saw that he was also sleepy. He was lying on the arm of the rattan chair next to Roger's arm. Also fell asleep.

Roger woke up, touched his hair, and said, "Ambu, go back to the house and sleep when you are sleepy, the yard is cold."

Ambu wrapped his arms around his waist, put his head on his stomach, and said, "Wait a minute, Roger, who do you think we would be like if we had a child in the future?" This was what he had been thinking about before going to bed. question.

In a place he couldn't see, Roger's smile froze for a moment, and then he said, "It's like everyone." At this moment, he really didn't want to pour cold water on Ambu, this kind of good memory always A little less.

"I've thought about it. It's better to look like you, be beautiful, have a temperament like me, think about things better, and you just like to keep everything in your heart, which is not good."

"Yes, yes, I have a bad temper, so you hurry up." Roger pushed him with a smile. The courtyard door was not closed, and someone might come in at any time. Roger was really not used to this kind of intimacy in front of people.

"Roger, it's alright, we are about to hold the ceremony, and the people in the tribe don't care about it. You walk on the grassland in the summer night, and some are done in the wild..." The words got lower and lower, and finally disappeared. in the two overlapping lips.

Ambu reached into Roger's clothes, stroking and wandering behind Roger's back, stirring up all his enthusiasm.

"Don't be here, go back to the house," Roger insisted, dodging another kiss from him.

Ambu gritted his teeth and stopped temporarily, hugged Roger back to the house, only took off his trousers, lubricated a little, supported his waist, and pressed the man against the wall to push him in.

After doing it once behind his back, Roger's slender legs were crossed around Ambu's waist, and he groaned loudly. His recent desire was very strong, and as soon as his body was provoked, he could not control his fall.

After finishing it, Roger felt a little annoyed that he did it in broad daylight while the children were still outside.

"He gave a jar of the sour plums that Zhu Xiah brewed in winter. You can taste one."

Roger lay on the bed, glanced at him lazily, and refused: "I don't like eating these little snacks." Although the sweet and sour aroma was indeed very attractive.

"I know, but these sour plums are delicious. I grew up eating and growing up. Zhu Xi Ama brews a lot every year, and is always buried under the plum tree in the yard. Mallow and I often climb the wall and steal it. When Zhu Xi's house is dug up, there will be two less cans." Speaking of mallow, Anbu's mood was still a little low.

"Then I'll eat one and try it."

"Is it delicious?" Ambu asked expectantly.

Roger nodded and dug up the second one by himself. The surface of the sour plum was waxy, sweet and brittle, and the black plum wrapped in it was slightly nucleated and chewy.

Seeing that he liked it, Anbu said, "I'll put it on the windowsill for you, just eat a few a day, don't eat too much, it will make your teeth sour."

Roger saw that Anson and the others were working very hard in the field every day, so he thought about how to help them, not for others, but only thought that they could be better. The tribe used to turn the ground under a long wooden stick. Tie a stone. Roger taught them to use a flat shovel-shaped chisel board, wood chips, bone tools, and stones. After the tools were built, the efficiency of turning the ground was greatly improved. Later, Roger groped and drew a sketch of a simple wooden plow. , and pointed out that the carpenter of the tribe had done many experiments. With the wooden plow, it was easier to plough a large area of ​​land, and the spring ploughing this year was extremely smooth and fast.

When the spring ploughing was over, Ambuxing hurriedly started to prepare for the ceremony for him and Roger. He wanted to give Roger the most special gift at the ceremony.

Xia was less than two years old, and she could briefly transform into a human form. The whole family was overjoyed for this fat and white baby, except for Roger. The joy on his face could not suppress the fear of another thing in his heart. , He seems to be pregnant, but this child must not be wanted. He must get rid of this child before everyone notices it.