You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

Zhichen's laughter was really terrifying, like a magic sound piercing one's ears. Saturday couldn't bear it, so he had to drag Chen Ke away first.

Zhichen was about to give a speech to resent his husband, but unexpectedly, the only two audience members couldn't even make it past his prelude, so they ran away, which greatly disappointed him.

On Saturday, I took Chen Ke back to the place where I camped last night to check the scene of the "regiment annihilation".

I saw a hill-like thing piled up on the ground. From a close look, it was the second prince of the bear clan who was foaming at the mouth. In his hand, there was also a small honey jar.

"Really... dead?" Saturday couldn't bear to watch.

Chen Ke opened [Intelligence that sees through everything], aimed at Brother Er Wang, and a piece of information was displayed in front of his eyes: Name: Er Zi

Race: Bear

Identity: Second Prince

Body fat content (bmi): 999

Notes: A paralyzed bear

Chen Ke read out: "The paralyzed bear is not dead yet."

"Is it possible to retain basic respect for the dead?" condemned Chen Ke on Saturday.

"Huh?" Chen Ke was taken aback, before realizing, "It's really paralyzed."

As he spoke, Chen Ke broke a branch from the nearby tree and scratched the second prince's nose, only to hear two "humming" sounds. He is still alive.

Saturday breathed a sigh of relief, not dead.

Then, the two came to the swamp again, and were about to collect the honey of a stinky flower, when they suddenly saw a person lying under the stinky flower.

He immediately covered his eyes on Saturday. He still clearly remembered that when Chen Niao told them about the firing mechanism of the bee stinger, he said that the bee can only send out the stinger once in a lifetime, because the stinger is connected to the internal organs. Once the stinger is fired, the bee will die undoubtedly.

At this moment, it was the guard bee who attacked the second prince who fell under the stinky flower.

"Don't look, don't look, let's go, let's go." Saturday covered his eyes with one hand, pushing Chen Ke while talking.

"Hiss, what a tragedy." Chen Ke shook his head, "Should we collect his body?"

"No!" Saturday pulled Chen Ke hard.

Chen Ke laughed: "Just kidding, actually...he should be fine, he just passed out."

On Saturday, he separated his fingers and peeked at Chen Ke from the gap: "Really?"

"Really." Chen Ke said, while squatting down to check the body of the worker bee guard, "the parts are complete and there is nothing exposed, it should be fine."

Only then did he put his hands down on Saturday—he grabbed Chen Ke's animal skin belt instead: "What are you looking at!"

Chen Ke smiled helplessly. After pulling him away on Saturday, he squatted down and took a look to confirm that the obvious outline under the yellow fabric still existed, so he was completely relieved.

As an ordinary person in a civilized society, after all, I still don't want to see someone die.

After confirming that the two companions in the camp were still alive, Saturday and Chen Ke planned to break away from the organization and act alone.

The opportunity will never come again. Acting alone is always more efficient than acting in groups. Moreover, they have no plans to return to the hive to report to the queen on Saturday. For them, the most important thing is of course the assessment— - Gather nectar from 999 flowers of different varieties.

"Fortunately, most of the nectar is fragrant." While pinching his nose on Saturday, he reached into the buds of the stinky flower and squeezed out a little honey.

After completing the task, I had to tear off several leaves on Saturday and used them to wipe my hands and arms until my skin was rubbed red and hot. Then I threw away the leaves on Saturday and put my hand on my nose to smell it——

"Hold the grass, it stinks!"

Saturday stretched out his hand in disgust, shaking vigorously in the wind.

Chen Ke thought for a while, thought of something, took Saturday's hand and walked forward.

The two came to a spring on the edge of the swamp, and the spring water gurgled out. Although the amount of water was not large, it was enough to wash their hands on Saturday. On Saturday, they rushed to wash their hands again and again.

As a cleanliness patient, it was normal to wash your hands more than a dozen times a day in a civilized society, but after coming to the world of orcs, you have to often stretch your hands in weird places, and stick your hands with sticky things every time. This could drive a Saturday crazy.

"Are there any other smelly flowers in our menu?" Saturday couldn't help asking Chen Ke Chen Yuan Acacia.

Chen Ke thought for a while, and said, "It's hard to say."

"Can it be changed?" Saturday frowned.

"It's okay to change it, but you have to choose other varieties that are more difficult to collect." Chen Ke said.

"The most difficult thing for me is to catch a piece of shit even though I know there is a piece of shit in front of me." Saturday vigorously shook the water off his hands.

"Actually... there is a place called the Southwest Tiankeng. There are many rare flowers in it, and it is also on our scheduled route, but..."

Seeing Chen Ke being so cautious on Saturday, he asked, "Is it dangerous?"

"It's very dangerous. It is said that there is miasma all year round, which is especially harmful to bee tribes." Chen Ke said, "So, you can't go."

Saturday Yi choked: "Aside from this place, is there no other place?"

"Maybe it's far away, I can't see those places on the high mountain." Chen Ke replied.

Being far away means that it is difficult to find, there are too many unknown ingredients, and there is no danger if you don't know. In this land of orcs, even bees can turn into humans, and other things are even more difficult to say.

"...Well, compared to miasma, non-toxic shit is better." Saturday stretched out ten fingers and looked at them in front of his eyes, "Poor my hands, it's hard for you to go deep into the grassroots... "

Chen Ke looked at Saturday talking to himself, smiled and shook his head, gently held Saturday's big fingers, closed them, and kneaded them in his hands: "Come on, when we finish the assessment, I will give these ten The general will buy some chicken feet to nourish and nourish."

"I think it will work!" When Saturday thought of a better life after completing the assessment, he was full of fighting spirit again.

As night fell, the two found an open space to camp, lit a bonfire, and chatted while roasting loach.

The aroma of grilled loach wafted out, and suddenly, there was a "gulu~~" sound from behind the bushes that could not be ignored.

Chen Ke stood up, pulled out a burning firewood from the bonfire, and walked towards the bushes.

The firelight illuminated a familiar face—it was the loyal minister of the drone.

Zhichen looked at Chen Ke eagerly: "I promise not to talk nonsense, can you give me a stutter... I haven't eaten for a few days... um..."

"Grumble~"

Zhichen covered his movements, the embarrassing noise made his ears turn red.

On Saturday, I gave up some space for Zhichen to sit, and handed him a bunch of loach meat. Zhichen didn't know what it was, so he wolfed it down and praised it repeatedly.

"What is this?" Zhichen wiped the oil from his mouth.

"Grilled loach," said Saturday, "caught in the swamp."

"Ah? Vomit—" Zhichen hurriedly covered his mouth.

Helpless on Saturday, she dragged a small jar of honey to Zhichen.

As if he had found a treasure, Zhi Chen picked up the jar of honey and began to eat it. Finally, he turned the jar upside down, with the mouth facing down and the bottom facing the sky.

"Great return to the south." Said Saturday, looking at the jar that had been sucked and licked clean.

"Concession and concession," Zhichen said modestly, "is the result of years of accumulated experience."

Saturday: "..." He didn't want to understand what "years of experience" meant.

In short, the life of drones is really hard.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhichen fell into a trance, his eye circles suddenly turned red, and he held a grass leaf in his hand, pinching it back and forth.

Seeing him silent on Saturday, I felt sorry for him: "Are you okay?"

"I didn't expect us to become what we are now. Are queen bees and drones destined to be impossible?" Zhichen said in a low mood, "I thought she would be different from Hongjiang, she is so confident and decisive, if she Yes, no one can force her, but she still drove me away under pressure..."

Saturday: "...I thought you had seen it clearly, the queen is not under pressure, but—"

"No, you don't understand." Zhichen immediately interrupted Saturday, "She is so proud, selfish and cruel, but I know that she has feelings for me, but she is too conceited, so she can't find out, wait until In the future, she will find that she can't do it without me, she will regret it, I tell you, she will definitely regret it!"

When Saturday was about to say something, Chen Ke took his hand and shook his head at him.

The reason why Zhi Chen resented Min Ji so much and couldn't get out, Min Ji's unfeeling was part of the reason, and he still had hope in his heart was another part of the reason.

As for the matter of feelings, only the person concerned can figure it out clearly, and no matter how concerned the bystanders are, they will not be able to help.

"We have known each other since we were young. If it wasn't for that time, Min Ji told me that she would not be as weak as Hong Jiang, and no one could control her will... I would not fall in love with her wholeheartedly. She is so strong and domineering. No matter in normal times or in bed, always have the upper hand..."

In the dead of night, people tend to become pessimistic. During the day, the loyal minister who was still in a state of anger and fighting, now recalled the good memories of him and Min Ji when they were young, and I don’t know how long they have babbled.

When he looked up, he found that Saturday had fallen asleep, leaning on Chen Ke's shoulder, and Chen Ke was leaning against a big tree, hugging Saturday, and also closed his eyes. I don't know if he was asleep or closing his eyes. repose.

Zhichen sighed, picked up a branch, and started to poke firewood. The swamp at night was not as safe as it seemed, and the flames had to keep burning.

The next day.

Waking up early in the morning, Saturday and Chen Ke prepared to cross the swamp and continue to the next flower-picking location.

Zhichen volunteered and said: "I have been to Qingchao, I can show you the way!"

Chen Ke said: "Thank you, no need, I also know how to get around."

"But you haven't been there! I've been there twice!" Zhichen hurriedly said, showing a pitiful expression again, and begged, "Just give me a stutter."

"Have you been there twice? Did you see the killer bees?" Sat asked hurriedly.

Zhi Chen hesitated for a moment, then said, "I don't know... I can't be sure, I think... maybe they're still there."

Looking at each other with Chen Ke on Saturday, this is troublesome.