Wang Jin's head throbbed with pain, and after a while, he remembered that this was the world of orcs, and men had beast forms.
However, the original body had never seen an orc transform in his memory, and Wang Jingang had never seen it since he came to this world... so he didn't think of it for the time being.
"Ayuan..." Mu Ge'er seemed to be frightened. He buried himself in the arms of the man named Ayuan and sobbed softly. Ayuan was at a loss and stammered to comfort him.
Wang Jin held up his legs and tried to stand up, but as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy.
He swayed a bit, and felt like he was going to fall down... A pair of strong hands held him up, and he held on to those hands tightly, trying to see who was coming, but the scene before him began to distort, and finally became pitch black... His hands slid down weakly, and the voice in his ears gradually drifted away...
…
After an unknown amount of time, Wang Jin's five senses slowly recovered, and the first voice he heard was Mu Ge'er's.
"Brother Heng, they are really too much! Ah Jin has always been bullied by them. If we hadn't met you this time, Ah Jin and I would have..."
Mu Ge'er didn't continue speaking, his voice still filled with sobs.
"It's okay, Mumu, I'm here." A warm male voice seemed to comfort Amu.
Wang Jin felt a pair of hands holding his wrists. After Amu finished speaking, the hands gradually tightened, until it became so tight that Wang Jin even felt pain.
Wang Jin moved and tried hard to open his upper and lower eyelids which seemed to be stuck together.
The first thing that caught his eye was the man's face. The man was directly above him, and he seemed to be lying on the man's lap.
The man's expression was not good. There was a hint of darkness in his usually indifferent eyes, making his originally light-colored pupils appear deep and difficult to read.
Wang Jin moved his wrist and hummed softly: "It hurts..."
The man immediately came back to his senses, his knuckles slightly shrank, and he let go of Wang Jin. He moved his hand behind Wang Jin and carefully protected him: "Are you awake? Are you feeling unwell?"
Wang Jin moved slightly and hissed in pain. He frowned and said aggrievedly, "It hurts... It hurts everywhere."
“…” A trace of heartache flashed across the man’s eyes.
Wang Jin struggled to sit up, and the man used his hand to help him sit up slowly.
As soon as he sat up straight, Wang Jin lowered his head to look at his aching body, and discovered that the purple bruises that had originally faded a lot were now covered with blue and purple bruises again, and some places had broken skin and cuts.
Some of the wounds had been covered with the herbs that Wang Jin had asked the men to pick.
Wang Jin saw so many new wounds on his body, and under the influence of his psychology, he felt even more pain all over.
"..." The man looked at the boy in front of him, his handsome and lively facial features wrinkled together in pain, his eyes that could speak were now filled with mist, as if tears would drip out of them in the next second, and even his originally soft and sweet voice became hoarse... His heart ached, and a surge of anger blocked in his chest that was difficult to vent.
The man tightened his hands hanging at his sides in a place where no one else could see, until his knuckles turned white.
"Ajin, you scared us to death." Mu Ge'er stepped forward and gently hugged Wang Jin.
Wang Jin sucked in a breath of cold air. In his current state, even the slightest touch would hurt him.