The male god, he is handsome and cracks the sky [Quick time travel]

Ninth World 15

When Cicero returned to the Nassau tribe, everything was basically settled.

Several orcs in the form of beasts are rearranging the sharpened trees around the tribe, making them more compact and more deterrent. In the tribe not far away, several female orcs are setting up to dry Laundry, everything looks calm and orderly.

Cicero tightly pursed his thin lips, which almost straightened into a hard arc like marble, and his dark green eyes were full of cloud, cold and verdant, like a pine forest on a snow-capped mountain.

After seeing the tribe, his pace obviously quickened, and his eyes looked anxiously and expectantly as he searched the camp in front of him, as if he wanted to find some familiar figure.

He thought this time was just an ordinary hunting tour.

However, he did not expect that the target they hunted this time was the Garia tribe, and the bait for this hunt was two black-haired females in the tribe.

When Yunos told him about the plan, Cicero was furious instantly: no matter how strong the people who stayed in the tribe were, using the safety of his beloved as bait touched his bottom line.At that time, he wanted to come back desperately.

However, Yunos' words stopped him.

If the inner ghost's guess is true, then the people of the Garia tribe must have already started their journey. Even if they try their best to catch up now, they may fall short. The only hope of success is that they can take advantage of the weakness of the Garia tribe and control them in one fell swoop. Only in this way can the safety of the Nassau tribe and the two females be guaranteed.

Cicero was a brutal predator but also a skilled hunter, and he understood the truth of Yunos' words.

Reason stopped him.

But he knew that if...if anything happened to that person, he would never be able to forgive himself forever.

So, when this "hunting" was over, he used the maximum speed he could in his life to rush back to the camp with all his strength.

—I just hope he's all right.

When Cicero's eagerly searching eyes swept across a red-haired and red-eyed orc, he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

I saw him standing at the forefront of the camp, looking at him quietly, with a pair of eyes that looked like burning flames looking at him complicatedly, as if there were thousands of words hidden in them, but I didn't know how to say them.

An ominous premonition flashed across Cicero's mind, and he walked towards Klaus almost at a gallop. It was an angry and half-uneasy roar: "What happened? How is he?"

Klaus felt the painful touch on his arm, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

What happened before was so bizarre that even he himself, who was in it, hadn't fully reacted yet, so he didn't know how to speak for a while.

More especially, he had to tell the almost strongest orc in front of him that his lover had not only left, but also... was not a female.

This is very embarrassing.

Cicero saw that he had not spoken for a long time, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, which almost made him feel a throbbing pain in his heart.He let go of Klaus's hand, turned eagerly, and walked towards his hut.

Before he could take a few steps, Klaus stretched out an arm in front of him and stopped him: "...don't go, he's gone."

Cicero was stunned for a moment, his face pale as paper, as if he didn't understand what Klaus said just now, he turned his head slowly and asked blankly, "...What did you say?"

Klaus also noticed that his wording was wrong, and quickly changed his words: "No, no, it's not that he was in any danger, it's in the literal sense. He left the camp with the priest to look for the sacred tree."

Cicero's face softened a little, as if he finally felt relieved.

After seeing that his emotions were basically under control, Klaus looked at Cicero hesitantly, and finally couldn't help but say:

"... But, I think, there is one thing you need to know... the female you brought back, well... he is not actually a female."

Cicero was stunned, and looked at Klaus in disbelief, as if he had heard some joke from him: "How is it possible? He doesn't have animal patterns, and he can't transform into a beast. How could he not be a female?"

"The priest said that he is likely to be another unknown race in the jungle." Klaus paused, and replied with a look of reluctance, "His strength can almost crush the elite of the entire Garia tribe, and ...and most importantly, he himself denied that he was a female."

The air was silent.

Cicero stood there with a blank face, his dark green eyes were blank.

Seeing that he should have fully understood his words, Klaus patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, and walked away from him thoughtfully, to give him enough space to digest this heavyweight information.

Cicero was thinking.

The scenes of getting along with each other before flashed across his mind, indeed...he seems to...really never admitted that he is a female.

He sat down somewhat dejectedly.

However, some other pictures flashed across his eyes:

The pain of torn muscles woke him up from a coma. In his blurred vision, he saw a person sitting by a creek not far away in a small world illuminated by a bonfire in the dark night and silent forest, with his face sideways. Looking at him, the long black hair slid down the back of the shoulders, there was no star or moon in the cold eyes, and the river water reflected Lingling light and shadow in the eyes, he seemed to say something... But Cicero He didn't understand, or rather, he wasn't listening, but was fascinated by the mottled eyes.

Amidst the crackling sound of the bonfire and the smell of cooked barbecued meat, he stretched out his hand to hold himself in a rage, and the warm and cool touch penetrated into the texture from the place where the skin touched, miraculously calming his mind.

Under the moonlight, the door behind him was pulled open, he fell backwards uncontrollably, but bumped into a pair of black eyes, he couldn't help but be stupefied, but saw him get out of the way of the door. He said, "Come in."

What's more, however, is the composure and calmness of his slow steps forward, the astonishing power gathered in his body, the strength and beauty blooming under the overwhelming strength, he pressed his opponent into the ground fiercely, and his gaze Hanging down, it was like watching an ant crawling under his throne.

Let him... his heart tremble.

Cicero slowly covered his cheeks with his hands.

He finally understood that his feelings for this person had nothing to do with gender.

Even if he is given a second chance, he will fall again and again without any struggle until he is beyond redemption.

When he put down his palm, his expression had been rearranged, and his resolute dark green eyes shone with unprecedented clarity and determination.

Wait for him to come back.

He would tell all his loves and obsessions, lay his heart at his feet.

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After walking with the priest for nearly half a day.The sacred tree finally appeared in front of everyone.

The huge tree body is almost as wide as the sum of several other trees. It towers straight into the sky, and you can only see the canopy when you look up. The spreading branches and leaves are luxuriant and twisted, as if they can cover most of the sky. Well, almost all the light and shadow of the sun are covered.

Breathtaking.

Among the spreading branches and leaves of the tree crown, there are many small bright red flowers dotted in the deep and shallow green. It is a kind of burning red like a flame, which can be caught at a glance.

"It's here." The chief priest heaved a sigh of relief and looked up at the sacred tree in a complicated way. While talking to the people behind him, he bowed deeply and saluted it.

Ye Li looked at the tree in amazement, almost taken away by the miraculous magnificence.

Zhou Bai, on the other hand, was attracted in another sense.

The air is full of rich and abundant power of law, as if he can absorb huge vitality with every breath.It is almost conceivable how powerful the laws of this plane are, and how monstrous the forces are.

Zhou Bai closed his eyes, feeling the power overflowing here, as if the sea of ​​his consciousness was also slowly stirring.

But, soon, he frowned and realized something was wrong.

He took a few steps forward and walked to the bottom of the sacred tree.The soles of his feet sank into the soft ground, and the clear and obvious breath was getting closer, almost as if lingering at the end of his nose.

Zhou Bai slowly put his palm on the tree trunk.

The rough and ancient dark brown bark is tightly attached to a white to almost transparent palm, and the slender fingertips caress the mottled lines, revealing sharp color differences and contrasts.

An emerald green vine slowly protruded from Zhou Bai's sleeve-covered wrist, and the buds at the top climbed up along his fingers, and then stretched out from his fingertips, gently Also attached to the bark.

Ye Li was stunned, thinking that he had encountered some danger, and rushed forward without even thinking about it.

The priest reached out his hand to stop him, shook his head slowly with a solemn face, then turned his head again, and looked at Zhou Bai who was standing under the sacred tree.

Zhou Bai felt as if he had entered a mysterious realm, neither dreaming nor awake, neither drunk nor awake, floating or submerged in water.

At this moment, he only heard a voice ringing in his ear, no, it is not so much a voice, but rather a transmission of consciousness:

"I am the law of this plane."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel Wei Qianren for mine x1

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