god's bride

Although the ground is soft lawn, when the little mute fell down, his palm just brushed against a few gravels, and there were a few bloodstains on his palm. The burning pain made the little mute frown instantly. Not caring about it, a muffled cry of pain rolled out of his throat unconsciously.

A few drops of blood flowed out from the wound, and were licked away by the little mute. The astringent and fishy-sweet liquid melted on the tip of his tongue. He lowered his head in annoyance and took another sip of the stream water to get rid of the disgusting smell. Cover it down.

The black shorts got some grass clippings on them, but just pat them on.

Other than that, there was no major problem. The little mute with a wound like Palm was used to it, not to mention that the wound medicine given by Ron Moore hadn't run out yet.

After finishing all this, the little mute suddenly remembered that there was something else that he had neglected - that deformed beast was still staring at his every move in the grass, neither leaving nor actively attacking, if it wasn't for the similar The dangling jewels that could be vaguely seen in the vine ball on his head, the little mute almost thought it was a rattan artifact.

The little mute froze again.

But maybe because of the accidental fall just now, he no longer has the fear of being overwhelmed like before, and maybe it's also because for such a long time, the opposite one has no intention of actively attacking.

The little mute is a very courageous person, he forced himself to ignore the screaming skin.Yes, he thought, the creature was not hostile, and it couldn't be prejudiced against just because it didn't look...ordinary.

calm.

The little mute pinched his arm severely.He stared closely at the monster on the other side, moving his feet back and forth calmly... Sure enough, the monster didn't react too much to his retreat.When he retreated to a safe distance, the little mute took a deep breath and couldn't run—he warned himself.It was the same as usual, turned around, and slowly, slowly... left.

This is the first meeting between the little dumb and the little monster.

When meeting for the first time, the little mute thinks that the little monster is an ugly and dangerous creature, while the little monster thinks that the human opposite is so stupid that he can fall down even standing up.

That day, the little mute even forgot to go to Old Green, and ran straight back to his little shabby house, laying on the bed, still a little shocked, but when night fell, his arm was cut out like a tease again, and the little mute endured Applying medicine to the pain almost left that thrilling meeting behind.

The little mute didn't expect that he would meet that monster for the second time, the third time, and even—almost as long as he carefully looked for it in the grass or near the forest, he would always see a familiar dark green.The little mute watched it in fear for several days, and found that it didn't have any intention of entering Chenna Village—it probably just settled on the edge of the forest, and it didn't have much interest in the chattering humans like the little mute.

As time passed, the little mute also let go of his vigilance. Of course, he kept a respectful distance from that monster, and he was very careful not to go near the edge of the forest—he didn't want to have anything to do with that ugly monster.

but--

"Small, monster, beast", the three words were drawn out by the little mute on the mud floor with a wooden stick. Give it a name - little monster.

The little monster's intelligence is very high, and after so many days of getting along, it has been able to fully understand the little dumb's every move, and when it sees it, it gently taps its deformed head to show that it understands.

A mute, a little monster who doesn't make much noise, only relying on body language and writing on the ground, the intersection of two completely different species of creatures gradually increases, and they gradually become familiar with each other. When the little mute comes to his senses, he finds himself It’s been a long time since I played with the children in the village—he would come to the edge of the forest every day after delivering milk and reading a book. There was no need for other actions, and the little monsters who heard the footsteps would appear tacitly.

The little mute is very familiar with the little monster now. He knows that the body of the little monster is made of vines. He once wanted to touch it, but the little monster firmly refused. The little monster stretched out a branch and wrote on the ground—" There is poison on the top", the little mute suddenly felt a sense of collapse for the rest of his life.He also learned from the little monster that the gem hanging in its head is equivalent to its soul center, helping it process the information it gets from its surroundings.

The little monster didn't know where it came from, nor what it was. When it opened its eyes, it found itself sleeping in the forest. There seemed to be something attracting it in Chenna Village, and it followed that feeling to edge.However, in the end, the little mute didn't find out what was attracting the little monsters, and he could only depressingly attribute it to the breath of humans.

Becoming friends with little monsters is a great benefit—although the little mute ignored the adults’ warning and entered the edge of the forest, he never dared to enter the forest. , and will never let a trespasser go—and the little monster will bring him some fruit very consciously, as if thinking that human limbs are too thin and not strong at all.

The little mute is a monster with an outrageous appetite. Although he can eat a bite of food in every family in the village every day, he seldom has enough to eat. Every evening, his stomach growls and he feels a faint pain from hunger. ,can not sleep.So it's no surprise that she looks skinny.

He also tried to find food. The bark and leaves tasted dry and hard to swallow, and it would also make him fall into a strange fever; Competing with other kids, all I could do was quench my thirst... In the end, I still couldn't find anything to fill my stomach.

Although the appearance of the little monster did not completely solve the problem, it could at least make the little mute feel better.

The fruit it brings out is the size of a fist, with thin skin and lots of stuffing. It is too sour when you bite into it, and the juice flows out.But eating the next piece of bread is more effective than eating a whole piece of bread, so the little dummy doesn't care about its taste. Later, he also found a way to improve the taste of the fruit——toast it on the fire until it is skinned. Blooming, it will not be so sour if you eat it at this time.

Every time the little monsters appear, they will bring one or two roasted fruits. They sleep in the grass under the gaze of the starry sky at night, chewing the fruit while keeping silent, but they already know what the other party wants to express.

Recently, the little mute complained to his partner that his dilapidated hut had no lighting, and sometimes it was so dark that he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, and almost hit the wall.He just picked up something casually and said that he didn't really expect to be able to do anything. The problem was not the lighting, but the cold wind at night and the new wound.

But the little monster obviously saw it.

The next day, it appeared with an extremely long light green branch in the corner of its mouth.

The little monster told the little mute that it was not poisonous and could be used for lighting.

The little mute took it over suspiciously, and held it in his hand—it was the first time he touched the little monster's vines. It felt wonderful, slippery, not as rough as it looked, but cold and hard.He heard the little monster let out a low cry, and then the heat in the branch in his hand suddenly increased, and several small openings were cracked. The little dumb stared blankly. After a few seconds, several things the size of pebbles emerged from it. , hanging precariously.

Transparent texture, glowing green light inside - that is the lamp.

……

Su Ye woke up from the dream.

The posture of lying down made him see the 'bulb' hanging above his head as soon as he opened his eyes, the same light as in the dream, for a moment, Su Ye thought he was in a dream.

But he soon realized that this was reality—the long curly red hair caught his gaze, and he tilted his head, facing Aisha's gentle gaze.

"I boiled some seafood porridge tonight, my lord, would you like some?"

Nightingale's wings trembled, he turned his little head, and smelled a strong fragrance coming from the side.Su Nie could smell what was added to that bowl of porridge, dried shrimps, sea coral, Kelon fish... All kinds of seafood mixed together produced a wonderful reaction, Su Nie could even imagine what a wonderful taste it must be.

The scent aroused Nightingale's greed, and Nightingale would not wrong herself, and immediately expressed that she wanted to eat it on the table.

The door of the birdcage was unlocked, but Su Nie couldn't go out by herself now, Aisha pulled up the door, gently squeezed Su Nie, put him in the palm of her hand, and carefully carried him to the black wooden table.

The seafood porridge was steaming, and Nightingale carefully observed the temperature.

Aisha: "It has cooled to a suitable temperature, and it won't burn your mouth."

Hearing this, Nightingale was unrestrained, and leaned forward, pecking at the fresh and tender dried shrimps with her bright yellow beak. The rice from the side of the moon ditch was fragrant and sweet, and it was mixed with seafood, which could not even be eaten at the royal banquet. to such deliciousness.

The little bird was trying to peck at what he had made, but he stood by and could hold the bird with one hand.

Aisha felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Considering Su Nie's current height, Aisha deliberately chose a shorter bowl, which caused most of Su Nie's body to lean into the bowl when she was indulging in delicious food.

then--

Nightingale's body was already weak. Although she could barely stand up now, she would still be wobbly and unsteady after a long time. Sue ate and ate, and her feet couldn't help softening. She flapped her wings subconsciously. Just dipped in a little porridge.Fortunately, Aisha quickly rescued him from the danger of being almost buried in the porridge, but the wings were still dirty, and Su Ni's mood suddenly became extremely bad.

"It's okay, just wipe it off." Aisha comforted softly.

The little Nightingale finally lay on her palm, and Aisha felt unparalleled happiness in her heart. Of course, on the surface, he had to make a worried expression in line with Su Ni's wishes.There was only a small piece of the bird's wings that couldn't reach half of the fingernail. Aisha rubbed the wings lightly, swirling the wind element and water element, and lightly swept away the seafood porridge attached to it. In a second, Su Nie's wings returned to their original shape.

Su Ye tilted her head and looked at it, feeling very satisfied.

"What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?" Aisha asked casually as the atmosphere was just right.

Su Nie was still looking at other parts of her body for damage, but she almost blurted out without thinking about it.

"Sour fruit."

"Okay." Aisha also responded, "I will bake it in advance."

After speaking, both of them were stunned.

The real scientific name of sour fruit is Nicha fruit. "Nicha" means extremely sour and sweet in common language.This kind of fruit is very sour when it is just picked, and it will gradually become sweeter after about five days of storage, and the final sweetness may even be unacceptable.Nicha fruit has only one other name, called sweet and sour fruit.

The best way to deal with it is to place it for a suitable time and eat it directly when its sweetness is just right, or dry it in the sun.

——There has never been a practice of roasting and eating.

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感谢在2021-03-1414:05:07~2021-03-1520:40:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: one in a row;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!