In the early morning, the temperature rose, dispelling the coolness of the night, and Yantu woke up first in the remote big tent in the south of the rock wolf tribe.
His body temperature is higher than that of other orcs, and the tent is airtight. Occasionally, the wind blows through the gap under the tent's animal skin, which does not relieve the cold.
He lowered his head, looked at Xiao Chen in his arms, frowned, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his lips that were bitten red by him last night were slightly parted, as if to lure him into the depths.
It's just a pity that the timing is not right, he is going to make breakfast for his little female.
In fact, for the past twenty years, Yantu has always been a person who restrained himself. If he hadn't met Xiao Chen, he would have never known what desire is.
Gently pressed a kiss on Xiao Chen's forehead, smacked some salty sweat twice, smiled dotingly, gently moved his arms away, got off the stone bed, and went to find his father to cook.
People in the rock wolf tribe are used to two meals a day, but since following Xiao Chen, Yantu has fallen in love with the habit of three meals a day.
Xiao Chen woke up not long after Yantu left, and when he opened his eyes, it was still a little dim. If not, he saw the sun from the gap below, and he would have thought it was not dawn.
Well, if the animal skin "door" is not opened, the light really can't come in, so is it possible to make a wooden house
After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Xiao Chen remembered that he fell asleep in a daze after kissing last night, he was really disappointed.
Habitually looking inside, I found that my spiritual veins had expanded an inch, and the unrestrained golden light of the Golden Gu King had also spread out an inch.
Just one night, what happened? In fact, Yantu's animal power is also doubled, but Xiao Chen doesn't know it.
It should be that both of them were designed by the Golden Gu King without the knowledge of both of them, and inexplicably became a "double! Cultivate" good physique.
After Xiao Chen was surprised, he restrained his expression. He was no longer surprised by the mutation of his family's Golden Gu King, and he couldn't use the rules of the spirit Gu lineage for a long time.
A scent came in from the gap, Xiao Chen sniffed it, walked out of the tent, and looked at the Yantu family gathered in front of a stone pot in front of the tent, he was stunned.
Yantu's father looked at the pot eagerly. If Yantu hadn't stopped him, he would have fallen into the pot. As for Dong Nai and Dong Chuan, although they were not in such a hurry, their non-stop babbling betrayed their thoughts.
Xiao Chen walked in after smelling the fragrance, and was stunned. There was a bowl of broth in the big stone pot, and there was a green leaf in the broth.
Even though the green leaves are a bit different than what he knew, he still knows that they are Chinese cabbage after eating them for so many years...
He searched in that forest for so long, but he didn't see a familiar vegetable, but he found it here. God knows that he was going crazy thinking about eating vegetables.
Resolutely, Xiao Chen also joined the ranks of the hopeless...
Everyone who just wanted to say hello: "..."
When a mouthful of broth was poured into Xiao Chen's stomach, he immediately felt that his entire pores were stretched, and after putting all the green leaves in his stomach, Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed happily. , if the Golden Gu King hadn't possessed him, he would probably be constipated.
The Yantu family is no exception. They haven't eaten rich broth for a long time. It was good that Yantu was not injured before, but when Yantu was injured and left the tribe, relying on the tribe's support and offering half of the food to Godhead, how could he eat to his heart's content
Yantu raised his eyes, saw everyone's expressions in his eyes, and smiled in his heart. His goal is to make his family eat well and make Xiao Chen grow fat...
It's just that the little female in his family seems to like to eat green vegetables and not meat, which is a bit worrying.
After packing up everything, Xiao Chen stayed with Yantu because he couldn't understand the language of others, and while learning to speak, he uttered all the ideas of the wooden house he wanted.
But when some things were said, Yantu, who never knew about foundations, windows, supporting beams, etc., couldn't figure it out. Simply, I picked up my old job.
Although I didn't bring the bamboo board and branch pen, but there were still a few ready-made things here, so I used local materials, burned the tree pen, and drew on the stone board.
The orc's claws are sharp and powerful. Tools like saws, hammers, etc. can be omitted directly, and you can directly draw the places you want, especially the connection points, the convex and concave places...
After painting these, Xiao Chen disassembled the three-dimensional drawing of the wooden house, starting from the foundation and painting step by step. This can be regarded as a kind of modeling, but people use professional software and measurement tools, and they use their own imagination.
Xiao Chen's physics is not very good, and he is not a professional civil engineer. He only has a general concept of houses. If he has not enough spatial imagination, he has seen a design drawing of a wooden house, otherwise he really can't draw it. .
The last picture is the finished picture. Although this portrait is black and white without color, Yantu's eyes are brightened, and a word called "bridal room" suddenly pops up in his heart.
Xiao Chen has a solid foundation and a good memory, and his paintings are not so detailed, so he draws very fast.
In fact, even if you want to draw finely, it is impossible, because this is to mark the measurement data.
After drawing the living room, dining room, three bedrooms, small corridor, outside kitchen, etc., Xiao Chen visually estimated that it might be more than ninety square meters.
"Chenchen, this is very good." Even if Yantu has never lived in it, he knows that if it is made, it will definitely be more comfortable than living in a cave. This will definitely cause a big stir in the tribe.
Yantu thought about it, if others wanted it, he would not give it to them, but he used it for his son to wear.
The inexplicable concept of "family heirloom" was formed in Yantu's mind.
There were not many slates left, and Yantu made a few, so he went to find his father with the finished slates. My son's wedding room, how can my father not do anything!
Not to mention how this picture aroused Yantu's father's excitement, but after Yantu reached an agreement with his own father, Yantu's father looked at his own son as if he were an unfilial descendant.
Looking at Yantu's back, Xiao Chen felt moved, and simply drew wooden beds, wooden stools, wooden barrels and other practical furniture.
It's just that halfway through the painting, I felt a palpitation for no reason. Could something have happened
next chapter...
Because Santa was too tired, not only did he not rest the night before, but also cried all day yesterday. As a result, although he went to bed early at night, he had many nightmares at night because he saw too much blood during the day.
Not only did this make him wake up much later than usual, but he was also in a daze when he got up, so that he didn't notice the black horns immediately (嘤嘤嘤, it's black horns, not black faces, please forgive my phone input method, okay? What a da) exception.
What's more, I didn't find out that my father who loved me so much was dead and would not die...
Santa has his own little selfishness, and has many shortcomings and faults, but overall he is still very simple, and in a sense at least he is virtuous.
So he didn't notice any abnormalities. When he thought that Heimian and Kangsa were just sleeping late, he picked up the stone knife himself, cut the meat of the beast that Kangsa had cleaned long ago, and then lit a fire to roast the meat...
He was really hungry. He was frightened all day yesterday and didn't eat anything... Thinking of the bloody scene yesterday, he wanted to cry again...
He was really curious, why isn't Dasha Xiaochen afraid at all? He obviously looks younger than himself... errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, he is not afraid of blood...
It's just that there is still a trace of jealousy and admiration in his heart. He admires anyone who is not afraid of blood...
This poor child, in such an environment, there are really few people who are afraid of blood...
Santa turned grief and anger into appetite, and almost ate half of the animal meat, only to realize that his father Kangsa and his loving brother Noire hadn't eaten anything yet...
Although my father's face made him frightened yesterday, but after all, he has hurt me for so many years...
After thinking for a while, Santa cut half of the animal meat, put it on the slate to roast, and waited for the meat on the slate to be cooked for six to seven minutes before setting off to wake people up.
After Santa came in, he found it strange that his father and his elder brother were sleeping on the same stone bed. This had not happened for many years, and the sleeping posture of the two was very strange.
Heijiao opened his eyes, leaning against the wall with irrelevant eyes, sitting on the edge of the stone bed. Kangsa also fell sideways in the middle of the stone bed, his legs were not placed on the stone bed at all, as if he was sitting and then lying on his back.
It's strange, is this a new pose invented by my grandfather and my elder brother? It looked a little hairy, Santa bit her lip, and wanted to cry again.
Taking a deep breath, Santa became more courageous, resisted crying and willingness, and first called the black horn who was closest to him.
"Heijiao, I, I, the meat is ready, go and eat it..." Tribal habits, except for the elders in the direct line such as father and father, as well as the patriarch and witch, are generally called by first name.
The black-horned eyeballs didn't even move, but the swollen face, the twitching of the nose and breathing, could make others think he was dead.
Santa pursed her lips, and gently pushed Heijiao. Seeing that there was not much reaction from the person, she shook her hand in front of Heijiao. Seeing that there was no reaction, she muttered: "Forget about eating, think about it later." Eat it, make it yourself."
Santa turned around and walked towards Kangsa, completely ignoring the drop of water under Black Horn's dull gaze.
Kangsa's cave is also a place where the sun can shine directly, so the whole cave is not gloomy.
Santa poked Kangsa's leg, not daring to look at his father's bloody arm, "Father, get up, the meat is ready..."
He yelled three times in a row, but the other party didn't move at all, and he felt strange, because the orcs were very alert, so Kangsa didn't move at all during such shouting and pushing, which was impossible.
Only now did Santa feel flustered, Black Horn had his eyes open, and he called him, but he shouldn't, it must be that Black Horn didn't want to talk to him.
But my father is different. Even if he gets angry again, he will not ignore him, and he doesn't even speak loudly to him. Even if Kangsa has a weird temper recently, he will still handle the animal meat and hand it over to him.
Santa was no longer cautious. He walked to the front of his father and was about to call again, but he was frightened by the scene in front of him.
With a ferocious face, his eyes were wide open with lifelessness and bloodshot eyes, and the eyeballs also protruded.
His complexion and neck were blue and purple, and his tongue fell off the ground and grew long, as if he had been strangled or hanged to death.
Woooooo, Kangsa is dead... brother Noire is stupid... what should he do
Santa didn't scream, he squatted in the corner, crying in a low voice, panic and horror spread in his heart, he was so scared...
"Father, Black Horn, woo woo woo..." Santa buried her head between her legs like a cub and sobbed.
The meat on the slate sizzled, and the aroma penetrated into the cave, making Santa startled.
He walked to the stone slab absent-mindedly, sniffed the fragrance, and woke up immediately.
He took a big bite of the meat, and tears were still in his eyes, what should he do, he no longer has a father.
He bit another piece of meat, and suddenly thought of the gentle, beautiful and blood-agnostic Great Witch Xiao Chen.
He looked down at the meat on his slate, stopped eating, and quickly ran to the cave to pick up a clean animal hide, and packed all the meat.
His animal meat is very good, I hope that Grand Witch Xiao Chen can save his father, he will cook meat for Great Witch Xiao Chen in the future, and he just doesn't have to learn witchcraft with Rock Wolf Witch anymore.
It's just, woo woo woo, does the big witch Xiao Chen live
By the way, just find Yantu, run quickly...
Xiao Chen endured the palpitations in his heart, and drew the disassembled and three-dimensional diagrams of the wooden barrel. When he looked up, he happened to see a sturdy man with eight legs, tears and snot all over his face, and the barrel in his hand. The animal bag came running towards him with a flick of a flick.
Oh, where did this evil come from! It's even scarier than King Kong Barbie!
Xiao Chen was so frightened that he quickly stood up and ran towards Father Yantu's tent.
"???"
Santa, who was at a loss, was suddenly heartbroken.
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Don't dislike Santa, the bad things that Santa did before were all taken advantage of, and he is also an important supporting role, directly linked to finding the murderer.