lord and his dragon

It was getting dark and the temperature was getting colder. Abel brought a thin blanket, just enough to wrap Negrim tightly.

But it was obviously useless, a thin blanket was not enough to warm Negrim, and the fire could not transmit any warmth in the humid air. Negrim sat for a while, but he still couldn't bear to untie the blanket. One time, he voluntarily climbed onto Abel's body and found a place to nest.

It's summer now, and Abel's body temperature is so hot that he doesn't know how many times he was rejected by Negrim in the castle. He didn't expect to be needed by the master again in the forest. He couldn't help being surprised and happy, and hurriedly seized the opportunity Hold people well.

Abel stretched out his hand to grab Negrim's weak left leg, helped him take off his boot, and put those pale and lonely feet on his warm side as he did when he was a child, then picked up the blanket and covered it On himself and Negrim.

But no matter how wide Abel's stature was, he was human-shaped. Negrim warmed his feet, and his body fell outwards. Abel had to stretch his arms a little, and let him lie in his arms, with his hairy head resting on his back. The edge was on his forearm, barely allowing Negrim's entire body to be enveloped by his heat.

But Negrim was uncomfortable in this position, so he arched around him, like a small animal trying to find a comfortable position in the straw.

For other people, such a big movement would have caused Negrim to fall out by accident, but Abel's arm was like cast iron, circling Negrim motionlessly, and he could still cooperate with his movements , after several twists and turns, he finally found a posture that made Negrim less awkward and hugged him well.

However, Negrim's brows were still frowning, apparently feeling that this posture was completely incomparable to sleeping on a big bed in a castle.

Abel stretched out his hand distressedly to touch Nigrim's cold cheeks, and whispered in his ear: "Maybe we can hide a little farther away, and I will quietly transform back, so you can be on top of me, master." Rest casually."

Abel's current body shape is not the same as before. To describe it, it is about the level that Negrim can roll on the bridge of his nose. Then imagine the soft and tough skin of the black dragon, as well as the warm body temperature and energy. Negrim couldn't help but feel a little moved by the airtight membrane that wrapped him tightly.

But soon, he calmed down again, and said: "No, Sigma and Weiss will become suspicious, and the time before the break is the most relaxing time for people, and it is the best time to inquire about news, so you can't miss it."

When Abel heard this, he knew that Negrim would not change his mind, so he hugged his master tightly again, and checked with his hands whether there was any skin exposed to the cold.

When it was completely dark, Sigma returned.

He brought back a bag of fruits that neither Negrim nor Abel could name, either red or yellow, each exuding a sweet aroma.

The elf's haughty and indifferent eyebrows showed a bit of warmth under the firelight. He glanced at the postures of Abel and Negrim, and his cheeks twitched. He probably didn't know what to comment, so he simply shut his mouth and challenged He picked up a bag of fruit and threw it to Abel.

Abel reached out to catch it, thanked him, opened the bag and put it in front of Negrim for him to choose, and Abel would pick up the ones that Negrim chose and wipe them clean. He took a bite first to make sure it was all right , then took it and fed it to Negrim's mouth.

Nigrim was too lazy to move, so he ate with Abel's hand with his eyes downcast, chewing for a long time, making Sigma feel grumpy, but Abel didn't show any signs of impatience, and just looked at Negrim intently Tom ate, a contented smile on his lips.

Weiss was not there, and Abel and Negrim didn't talk, so Sigma had to eat fruit in front of the fire. The elf felt sore eyes after staring at the flames for a while, and turned his head to see Abel wiping Negrim's mouth again.

It's more than their elves taking care of the cubs just born from the elf fruit, Sigma finally couldn't help thinking this way.

There is no love between men and women and physical desires among elves, so Sigma didn't think about anything else, but began to speculate whether Negrim might be Abel's younger brother or son, because the imaginary plot was too much. It was too rich, and I forgot the idea of ​​showing off how sweet the fruit in the marginal forest was in front of the two of Negrim. I just gnawed on the fruit while staring at Negrim and Abel in a daze. .

Negrim's scalp was numb from the elf's stare, and he couldn't eat the fruit anymore. Instead, he leaned into Abel's ear and said, "Has this elf been with Wes for a long time, and then he became stupid?" gone?"

As soon as Negrim finished speaking, he saw Sigma's cheeks twitch, and he turned his back, not looking at the two of them.

Abel wanted to laugh, but held back, and also whispered in Negrim's ear, "He can hear at this volume."

Negrim: "..."

Negrim was feeling a little embarrassed, and Weiss also came back. He dragged a wild boar that looked like a hill, sat down by the fire, and shouted: "I'm exhausted!"

Sigma froze for a moment after seeing his prey, and asked in surprise, "Is this a monster?"

Weiss moved his shoulders. After all, he was a serious swordsman, and he didn't take the matter of killing a monster to heart, and said, "Yes, it will use the mud on the ground to build walls to resist my attack, but fortunately, it won't kill me." How amazing, just in time for dinner."

Warcraft meat is more fragrant than ordinary wild beast meat, and it is also rich in energy. Although this wild boar is not [-] catties, but because it is a monster, it can almost fill the stomachs of Wes and Abel.

Negrim doesn't like to eat meat very much, but it is not easy to eat Warcraft meat outside. Most of them are domesticated by nobles as combat power and pets, and they will only be fed to their own kind after death. Negrim I hadn't tasted it when I was in the capital, but this time I was a little curious.

Weiss cut the demon pig into eight pieces with a broadsword, and threw the meat at Abel's feet, and Abel, holding Negrim in his arms, quickly began to process the pieces of meat.

Negrim was tightly wrapped up in his arms, carried around by his moving muscles, and almost fell asleep when he was shaken. Fortunately, Wes was enthusiastic and came to help Abel after he finished. After a while, all the meat was dressed, and the two of them lit the fire and roasted it.

The elves are vegetarians, and Sigma doesn't like the smell of meat, so he ran to sit in a place far away, and Weiss didn't bother him, and excitedly grilled the meat. When the outer layer was just cooked, he stuffed it into his mouth and ate it voraciously. go down.

Abel knew that Negrim also wanted to taste the taste, so he roasted it with extra care. He brought salt and rubbed it on the meat with the juice of the fruit, roasting it to give it some aroma. Weiss glanced at it greedily, but For him, filling his stomach is more important than taste, so he didn't ask Abel for salt, but ate happily alone.

By the time Abel finished grilling a bunch of meat carefully, Wes had already eaten a third of the meat around him.

Abel didn't care what Wes did, but took a bite of the meat skewer, found that it was grilled, and handed it to Negrim's mouth for him to eat.

Seeing Weiss eating so deliciously, Negrim couldn't help but feel a little moved. As soon as the meat skewer was handed to his mouth, he took a big bite.

Seeing that Negrim's face was wrinkled from biting, Abel raised his hand and moved the meat skewer away, trying to help his master tear the meat off, but in the end, Negrim stretched his neck and grabbed it hard. In the end, he still feebly spit out a whole piece of meat with teeth marks.

Abel: "..."

Abel obviously didn't think that his master's delicate teeth, which chewed soft bread and thick soup every day, would not be able to bite into the roast meat, so he couldn't help but glanced at Negrim in a daze.

Negrim was also aware of the weakness of his teeth, so he couldn't help but sternly stared at him without speaking.

Abel wanted to laugh a little, but held back.

He ate the piece of meat that Negrim had bitten, then reached out and tore off a small strip of meat from the new piece, and fed it to Negrim's mouth.

But in fact, it has nothing to do with whether the meat is torn or not. Negrim chewed it in his mouth for a long time and still can't chew it. He only sucked the salt and juice off the meat, and the shredded meat was spit out to Abel again. In the palm of his hand, he looked like a baby who hadn't learned how to eat.

Abel had no choice but to eat the meat spit out by Negrim, then took a small bite of the meat himself, chewed it up, and wanted to feed it to Negrim mouth to mouth.

Negrim's health is not good. After the serious illness four years ago, he also suffered from several minor illnesses intermittently. When he was sick and couldn't eat anything, Abel always fed him like this. Negrim Tom got used to it, and didn't think it was a big deal, but just as he was lifting his chin to pick up the meat fluff from Abel's mouth, Wes choked and coughed next to him.

Negrim immediately woke up and realized that this place was not in the castle, and the relationship between him and Abel was unknown to others, so he immediately turned to look at Weiss.

Sure enough, the other party was already blushing from choking, hammering his chest with one hand, pointing at the two of them with the other, his eyes were wider than a frog.

Negrim had never been so ashamed in front of outsiders. He was a little annoyed, but more of a shame. He reached out and pushed Abel's face away, and said awkwardly, "Don't eat."

Abel glanced at Weiss, his eyes were full of cold killing intent, and Weiss fell over in fright, pretending to be dead and dared not make a sound, but Sigma faintly heard the voice, ran back and asked, "What's the matter?" ?”

Negrim hadn't spoken yet, Weiss had already got up, pulled Sigma and began to mutter, Abel heard Weiss's fuss clearly, although Negrim didn't have such good hearing, but Guessing the content of the two people's conversation, he was even more unwilling to eat, so Abel could only sigh, gave up feeding him meat, took another fruit for his master to hold and chew slowly, and started eating by himself.

Weiss bluffed with Sigma for a long time over there, completely unaware that the simple elf had already made up the relationship between Negrim and Abel to the father-son stage, and didn't care about it at all.

When their elves were feeding their cubs, they also chewed up nuts and fed them, what's so strange about that!

So Sigma turned around and taught Weiss a lesson, saying that cubs need to be encouraged to eat, and you frightened them, making them refuse to eat, it is your fault!

It almost scolded Weiss to doubt life.

Is Albana the cub? !Is it normal for two grown men to feed mouth to mouth these days? !