Traveling through the beast world to be a god stick

The ambiguity in that tone made Wen Lie blush suddenly.

He couldn't understand why he would be so happy to scratch his wrist and give blood to someone. He glanced at the orc strangely, and said indifferently, "I don't need it."

"You want it," Miao said anxiously, as if he was treating him like a fragile doll, a little nervous, "The old man with the white beard said, it will take you many days to wake up, and now you wake up in three days, it must be no good Quan,... Wen Wen, I will take good care of you and prevent you from getting hurt."

No one knew how tormented he was during the few days waiting for the non-orcs to wake up.

He didn't know that it was Xiong Gu who was hindered by his threats. He was afraid that when the big witch didn't wake up, the evil spirit would come to trouble him again, so he deliberately prolonged the big witch's coma.

"Smell, I'll give you some sweet fruit to eat after you drink it." After speaking, his hand moved closer, and the knowledge column kept staring at his wound, Miao said softly, "It's not dirty, I washed it.

The orc's voice was soft and tense, which is rare to see. Even though he had been used to the other party's inadvertent doting and unknowing "love words" in the past two days, Wen Lie still felt unspeakably awkward and awkward.

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

Looking at the unfeigned affection in the other party's eyes, smelling Lie's food without knowing the taste, licking the wound that the orc had touched his lips, a faint fishy sweet smell filled the tip of the nose, Wen Lie seemed to be stabbed, and felt that the tip of the nose was a bit astringent.

He quickly turned his head, pushed the orc away, and said in a disguised manner: "What sweet fruit?"

Seeing that the non-orc man drank obediently, although he was dissatisfied with the "picky eater" of the other party, he was still satisfied. He licked the wound according to the traces of the non-orc man's licking, and his eyes turned to the non-orc man's lips inadvertently, with a secret , The longing that is about to surge out.

Miao didn't shut up until he saw the small wounds slowly healed, took out a palm-sized yellow fruit from the pocket of the animal skin pants, and handed it to the non-orc as a treasure, "Smell the sweet fruit."

Wen Lie's curiosity was aroused by the orc's constant talk, and when he saw the flat yellow fruit in the orc's hand, his eyes were a little straightened, "Persimmon?!"

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

"Where did you come from?"

Miao paused, and then stabbed sharply: "The old man with white beard got it. He still has a lot of it. I smell it and want to eat it. I'll get it for you."

The orc didn't even know what robbing and stealing was. He only knew that if he liked it, it was his. This was true for people, let alone things.

If it hadn't been for seeing the little fruit of Xionggu Priest's baby, Miao would not have sneaked to the cave of the old thing to avoid trouble when the non-orc was talking to Xionggu last time, and hid him in the old man's cave. 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 felt relieved to give the rest to the non-orcs.

Wen Lie choked in his throat and almost choked on a crisp persimmon in his mouth, "You, you stole it?"

He had heard of a kind of sweet fruit from Priest Xionggu, which was very precious. When they went to the Xiong tribe, only Bai Heya had eaten it, and even he had never seen it.

He looked around subconsciously, feeling a little guilty, and the fruit in his hand became even hotter. This fruit, which was almost the same as a persimmon, couldn't be the sweet fruit of the old man's treasure, right?

Miao is different. He has only learned the three characters "Miao" and "Wen Lie" so far. He doesn't know how to write with a guilty conscience. Guo took a bite and asked doubtfully, "It's sweet, do you like it?"

"Cough," Wen Lie came back to his senses, there was still a hint of sweetness in his mouth, the long-lost taste made him fascinated, he licked his tongue, rolled his eyes, "Yeah, it's not that I don't like it."

Eating too many persimmons is not good for the elderly. Since Miao has already stolen it back, it is inevitable that he will be noticed if he puts it back, so he should eat it.

However, Wen Lie pretended to be serious and taught the orcs, "If you don't ask yourself, it's stealing. Only this time, don't make an example."

Miao squinted his eyes, leaned over to take advantage of the non-orc's inattention, and quickly licked away the fruit debris from the corner of the opponent's mouth, his voice seemed to be sticky and sweet, "Well, no, I'll go outside and find it for you."

The orc has an endless possessive desire in his heart. He likes that everything that is not an orc belongs to him, and all the happiness comes from him. The non-orc cub happily eats other people's things, and his squinted eyes make him unhappy. up.

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

"Well, sleep."

As if he didn't understand what Wen Lie meant, like coaxing a cub, Miao used moderate strength to hoop the non-orc man, tore off the animal skin covering his body in twos and threes, and even skillfully peeled off the other party's skin. Only the "sweater" made by the non-beastman named Gola was left in the innermost part of the "autumn clothes".

Wen Lie was more like a fool, allowing the other party to strip him down to the last layer of skin. He didn't startle until the orc's hand started dishonestly probing into the innermost part, as if he was forced to take the last step. The ignorant young man who knew how to resist stepped on Miao's chest, "You, what are you doing?!"

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

Miao looked at the non-beastman whose face was flushed because of some actions, and there was a strange light in his eyes, but his expression was innocent and natural, "I heard that you will peel off yourself when you sleep in animal skins, I'll help you take them off first." .”

Wen Lie's scalp exploded. It's not that he didn't think that the orcs would make a lot of moves during his coma these few days, but what he thought was one thing, what he saw and heard with his own eyes was another matter up!

Seeing the orcs is eager to try, Wen Lie wants to cry but has no tears.

He is really hard to get off now. He thought that the orc had lost his memory and was much more honest, and most of the time he was more obedient to him. He could just "respect each other like a guest" and fool the other party to reduce the barbaric value...

But what's going on now?

Before he knew it, he had already earned his money back!

Wen Lie didn't have a strong awareness of "men and women" defense. After all, in his cognition, he has what others have, and the non-orcs like Luo Luo that he has come into contact with are not coquettish "female". , has been subconsciously ignoring his non-orc identity.

But whenever he met Myuu's eyes, the strong sense of intrusion and possession made him suddenly feel a sense of crisis, and he could no longer be open and calm in front of the other orcs.

He hurriedly put on the animal skin inside and rolled it to the corner of the animal skin bed that was closest to the wall. Even now, it is difficult to roar the orc out of the cave with arrogance. 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 next to someone, so take some animal skins and sleep there."

The non-orc neck, accidentally exposed collarbone, and a small piece of chest are red and pink. I don't know if it is illuminated by the fire in the cave, or if the scenery is hard to conceal and it is a charm of its own.

Miao's eyes were deep, and her breathing suddenly became heavier, but she was no longer aggressive, and said slowly, "Okay."

Wen Lie was lying in the cave, his mind was in a mess, he didn't know how he and the other party got to where they are now, everything happened suddenly and illusory, which caught him off guard.

But listening to the orc's sleepy breath echoing gently in the empty cave, Wen Lie was exhausted physically and mentally, and found a trace of stability that he could rely on in such a dreamlike unreality, and fell asleep unknowingly.

The firewood crackled 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 other party curled up in the animal skin, a small bulging ball, protruding from the animal skin. Pi's side face is calm and well-behaved.

Miao chuckled, lying on the side of the other party, gently embraced the other party in his arms, spread the non-beast man's curled hands and feet with his powerful thighs, and looked at the other party's stretched eyebrows and eyes. It was almost about to explode in the next second, but it was suppressed for life.

Seemingly unwilling, she had no choice but to lean over and kiss the other person's jet-black hair, forbearance and restraint.

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

The next day, Wen Lie opened his eyes amidst the warmth and squeeze, and what he saw was a piece of bronze-colored muscle.

The curve is smooth and powerful.

He was stunned for a while, blinked, and suddenly his face changed, and he pushed the man away, but the orc hugged him tightly, arched his shoulders, and said stickily: "Smell, I'm so tired, go to sleep again." a little while."

Wen Lie was so angry that his hands were shaking, he swallowed his saliva but didn't know what to do, so he quickly got up and kicked the orc's thigh fiercely, "Get out! I'd be a fool if I let you sleep here again!"

Regardless of the orc behind him, he hurriedly put on the animal skin and ran out, only to find that it was already bright outside.

In the distance, where the pottery kiln is being built, there are black shadows moving non-stop, and they are people who have already woken up and started to work.

For this newly built pottery kiln, everyone's enthusiasm is much stronger than that of Wen Lie. For them, this is a magical building that they have never touched in their lives. It is a gift from the beast god and passed down by the great witch. Wisdom, they have incomparably pious respect and expectation in their hearts.

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

At this time, Wen Lie went to look again, only to see that the pottery kiln, which was still incomparably crude yesterday, was just a rudimentary pottery kiln, and the orcs have actively followed his construction concept to complete the rest, even the outermost pottery canopy. Well built.

Wen Lie forgot to entangle with Myuu's troubles for a while, and began to marvel at the creativity of the orcs.

Maybe 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 trembling hands, chanting words, all of which were words of gratitude to the beast god.

This is the first time he has seen such a strong, flat, strange "tent" entrenched on the hillside like an unstoppable beast since he lived for more than 100 years.

Even if I traded salt with the tribe when I was young, the stone tents I saw in some big tribes are far less magnificent than the one in front of me.

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

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

Wen Lie turned around twice, and finally nodded under the nervous eyes of everyone, "Not bad, I can go outside to cut trees after a short rest."

In fact, it is much better than he expected. After all, he only provides technical support, and his actual operation ability is not as good as that of others. Now the orcs can build pottery kilns like this according to his simple instructions. Looking carefully, Wen Lie is even more unexpected , better than what he saw from afar.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately 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.

Probably because of the terrain, the tall and ancient trees are relatively dense, which is much better than the shrubs and vegetation here.

Wen Lie didn't stop them either, but called the non-orcs and half-beasts who were also eager to try, and said with a smile: "The stone knives have been taken away by Zuo Heye and the others. What are you going to cut down trees? Go and make clay pots with me."