The Bad Man of Another World

"'I love you'?" Delevingne followed Lin Lin's pronunciation, and felt that this nickname was a bit strange: "It's so confusing, what does it mean?"

"Uh... Xiao Lin's meaning." Lin Lin lied, excited when he heard these three words from Draven's mouth as he wished, and flushed on his fair face, but...

Deceit is deception after all.

Lin Lin stared straight at Delevingne. This man didn't know the meaning of these three words, so although he looked at him, there was no love in his eyes. Yes, guilty.

Who the fuck wants your guilt?

Lin Lin reached out and pulled the towel off his face to cover his eyes.

"Come on, call me by my 'nick name' again."

"I love you."

"...one more time."

"I love you."

Lin Lin smiled, her heart was sweet and a little sour.

As Delevingne predicted, a sandstorm blew up in the tribe the next day, and there was a strong wind blowing outside. The house with all the doors and windows closed was as dark as night, and oil lamps had to be lit for lighting.

Most of the sandstorms in autumn last for a day, and occasionally even for two or three days, but this time the sandstorm obviously lasted for a long time, and the whole day has passed without stopping.

Draven became a little restless at night, Lin Lin sat on a chair and ate buns, watching him go to the window from time to time, looking out through the small gap in the window.

Going out in bad weather like this will kill people. The female is blown away every minute. The orc is fine, but because the wind is full of sand and the visibility is low, it is often hit by various things. There was an orc in the house the year before last. The meat was gone, and he went hunting at risk, but his throat was cut by a piece of rusted iron blown from nowhere, and he died after struggling in the wind and sand for a long time, and the body was buried by the sand.

Dels was also tied to the stake.Delevingne felt worried in his heart. There would be no orcs to bring him food in this weather, and as a criminal, he could only eat a piece of raw meat and a bowl of water in the morning every day. That is to say, since he arrived yesterday morning Tonight, there has been no water or rice for two days.

Hearing the howling wind outside, Delevingne couldn't wait for the sandstorm to stop, so he turned to look at Lin Lin who was sitting on the chair.

"I'll go out...to see Dels."

Lin Lin had already guessed what he was thinking, so he stayed in the living room and watched him.

"No, it's too windy and sandy outside now." Lin Lin disagreed, what if Delevingne encounters an accident when he goes out?It's not that he doesn't believe in Delevingne's strength, but that no matter how powerful a person is, he has to bow his head in front of nature.

"I'll be fine." Delevingne was determined, he couldn't let Dels die outside, even though he hated Dels.

But he couldn't ignore the fact that he was his brother.

Man is such a strange creature, hate and love are often intertwined.

"No way! At least wait for the wind and sand to subside?" Lin Lin swallowed the last mouthful of buns, stood up, and wanted to stop Delevingne.

Delevingne knew that he was worried about him, so in order to make Lin Lin obedient, he cupped his face and lowered his head and kissed him on the lips.

Lin Linguo really stopped yelling, his expression became intoxicated, his eyes also became misty, and he was blown away by a kiss.

"I'll be back as soon as possible." Delevingne took advantage of Lin Lin's confusion and hurried to the door, only to see his figure disappear as soon as the thick wooden door of the big house was opened and closed.

Lin Lin came back to his senses, and turned his head to look quickly, but only saw a few wisps of fine sand falling to the ground.

……

The sky was dark and heavy, and the strong wind swept the tribe with fine sand. Although the tribe was surrounded by a city wall more than ten meters high, it still failed to weaken the wind.

In the Colosseum in the center of the tribe, a man with disheveled hair bowed his head and endured the strong wind. His body was already covered with sand, even half of his body was buried in the sand, and the man's exposed skin had many spots. Bloodstains, some were injured by things blown by the wind, and some were injured by people who spurned him.

The wind was grinding the man's face with fine sand. His slightly pale lips were dry and faded due to lack of moisture. His eyes were covered by dirty and messy blond hair. The man remained motionless, as if dead.

A slender figure came out from the yellow sand flying all over the sky. Because the wind was too loud, the man who was tied up didn't notice the person coming. He didn't lift up slowly until the person walked in front of him. head off.

It was a pretty face, with resolute and correct features, but compared with the handsome and extraordinary face of the visitor, it seemed a lot paler.

If you look closely, the facial contours of the two men are somewhat similar.

Neither of them opened their mouths to speak. If they spoke in such weather, their mouths would only be filled with sand.

Delevingne looked at Dels with complicated eyes, his heart was full of entanglement and pain. After a long time, he slowly walked behind the punishment column, trying to open the chains that imprisoned Dels, but found that the chains were blocked by a fist. They were handcuffed with big locks, and they had to be keyed.

Delevingne stood up in the wind and sand, Dels looked a little dehydrated, and this sandstorm didn't know when it would stop, he couldn't throw him here.

The unlock key was with Wright, and Draven was about to find him when he saw a tall figure walking out of the yellow sand a few meters away.

It's Wright.

The uncle and nephew looked at each other speechlessly, and then Wright took out the key and opened the chain. Delevingne took the heavy chain as thick as an adult's arm and walked around the punishment post. It took seven rounds to untie Dels. .

Dels is very weak. He has been tied here for more than a month. He is exposed to the sun and rain every day, but he only eats a piece of meat and drinks a bowl of water every day. This amount cannot fill the stomach of the orc at all, so he is always in a state of hunger. , The originally strong and powerful body also became thin and thin.

Although he was no longer bound by chains, Dels still couldn't stand up, his lower body was still buried in the sand, so he could only raise his scarred hands to shake the sand.

A big hand grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the sand roughly. Delevingne carried the weak Dels on his back and turned to look at Wright next to him.

The wind and sand got bigger and whirring, the sky was terribly dark, and the whole world was like hell.

Wright gestured for Draven to follow him, Draven nodded, and the three of them walked towards Wright's house in the wind and sand.

……

Jacob was circling anxiously in the living room, worried for Wright who went out, and Wright sat on the chair and waited quietly, relatively calmer, when the door opened, strong wind immediately poured into the room, blowing down an empty glass on the table.

"Crack!" The cup rolled to the ground and shattered, but Jacob didn't care. He looked at the three people who came in and finally relaxed, while Layton frowned.

Uninvited guests, there are two.

Wright bolted the door and patted the sand on his body. He first exchanged glances with Jacob, and then looked at Yan's room. Seeing that the door was closed tightly, he turned back to look at the two brothers in peace. .

Delevingne put Dels on his back on the ground, then greeted Jacob, and at the same time quietly watched the room, with some commotion in his heart.

It has been 20 days since he and Lin Lin got together, and he hasn't seen Yann...

miss him.

A figure blocked Delevingne's sight, it was Layton.

The two cousins ​​looked at each other, Layton looked cold and stern, Delevingne smiled lightly, looked away, and turned to Dels.

Dels was very dirty and smelly. He was so weak that he knelt down in Jacob's direction and kowtowed respectfully.

"Uncle." The unusually hoarse voice was extremely unpleasant.

Jacob's eyes were a little red, and he cursed bitterly, "Don't call me uncle! I don't have a nephew like you!"

After Jacob finished speaking, he turned his head and left, wanting to go back to the room to sleep, but when he reached the door, he stopped in his tracks, his face was tangled and helpless, and his lips turned white from biting.

In the end, he folded back, went to the kitchen under the gaze of everyone, and cooked for Dels, who hadn't had any water or rice for two days.

After all, he is his own nephew who has been raised by him for more than ten years. How could he not feel distressed at all when he saw him turn into such a miserable appearance?

hate it!

Wright saw Jacob go to the kitchen to cook, so he looked at Draven: "Go back, don't leave Lin Lin alone at home."

Dels, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at Draven in surprise when he heard the words: "Brother... Are you in a company?"

This question suddenly exploded Delevingne's emotions like a bomb. He felt annoyed and unspeakably depressed, so he strode over and grabbed Dels by the collar. The color of resentment: "It's not because of you! Otherwise, I will be with Xiaoen now..."

"Delevingne!" Wright interrupted Delevingne's words sharply, and scolded him in a stern tone: "Don't say such things! Where do you put Lin Lin when you say that?"

When Delevingne came back to his senses, he closed his eyes sadly: "Sorry..."

At this moment, the sound of a small baby's cry came, and everyone in the living room turned their heads to look, only to see Yan in silk pajamas holding the crying child and hiding at the door, peeking at them with only half of his head exposed.

Both Draven and Dels brightened up, looking at Yan intensely, Dels even stood up from the ground, and walked over in a nonchalant footstep.

"Xiaoen...is that our child?" As an adult orc, Dels's eyes turned red: "Let me take a look..."

Delevingne frowned, and was about to rush forward to catch Dels back, but a figure was one step faster than him.

Layton kicked Dels away with one kick. The speed of the kick was fast and ruthless. He didn't care about family affection at all, and directly kicked the extremely weak Dels to the wall, making Dels who was already injured Spit out a mouthful of blood.

Both Wright and Delevingne frowned, but neither of them said anything.

Standing in front of Yann, Layton's youthful face was so cold and heartless, even his voice was like ice: "Don't get close to my brother."

The cries of the baby became louder. Yann looked at Dels leaning against the wall with blood on his mouth, then at Delevingne with sad eyes, and finally he looked down at the child in his arms.

He burst into tears.

"Wuuu...I, don't want to care about you...I don't want to see you...but my child is hungry..." Yan cried and carried the child quickly across the living room to the kitchen, lowering his head and not looking at anyone, as if That short few meters was a sea of ​​swords and fire.

Jacob's voice came from the kitchen: "Oh...Xiaoxi won't cry, grandpa will make milk for you right now, Xiao En, you are so annoying to him."

"Hmm..." There was a crying voice.

Wright sighed silently, and looked at Delevingne again: "Okay, you go back, I'm here, nothing will happen."

Delevingne wanted to stay, and he felt angry and disturbed at the thought of Dels and Yann staying under the same roof, but as Lin Lin's partner, he had to go back.

This is responsibility.

Delevingne lowered his eyes and walked towards the door silently. Wright thought for a while, and added to his back: "Don't say such things in the future, it's not anyone's fault that you and Lin Lin are together, you might as well try Take it as a kind of fate."

Wright knew the truth, so he knew that Delevingne and Lin Lin were a little reluctant to be together.

Maybe... more than that.

Draven didn't say anything, he opened the door and stepped into the wind and sand.

Is it anyone's fault?

Is it fate?

Is it fate?

Is it really fate?

So who is Xiao En's fate?

And who single-handedly destroyed his fate with Xiao En?

Dells?still……

"You're back!" Lin Lin jumped up from the chair, with a reassuring smile on his face: "It's been a long time, your brother... how is Dels?"

this person.

"He's at my uncle's house." Delevingne smiled lightly, walked up to Lin Lin, and pushed him back on the chair.

A little hard.

Lin Lin, who fell back on the chair, was slightly stunned, feeling that something was wrong with Delevingne, but before he had time to think about Delevingne's kiss, he fell down.

"Tonight...it's time for training."