Hu Jiaojiao, who had been able to remain calm, turned red in the face as if blood had been flushed after hearing these words.
She pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, turned around and ran out of the cabin.
Long Mo's hand was still placed in front of his chest with his wrist clasped, and a hint of confusion appeared in his golden beast eyes.
"Did I... say something wrong?"
"It's really uncomfortable here, as if my heart will jump out at any time..."
He muttered to himself, clutching his chest.
That strange feeling finally calmed down after Hu Jiaojiao left.
Considered a waste by the orcs, Long Mo was abandoned in the forest since he was a child. After coming to this tribe, he has been driven out of the tribe to live.
In his world, there are only concepts of disgust, dislike, and hatred. He never communicates with other orcs and doesn't even know that there is such an emotion as "like".
Outside the house.
Hu Jiaojiao ran to the river outside the yard in one breath, hid on the shore, scooped up a handful of water, and hurriedly washed her face to cool it down.
The cold water hit my face, but it had no effect on my burning cheeks.
She washed it repeatedly several times, and her accelerated heartbeat finally slowed down, but she could still feel the beating heart in her chest, making a "boom! boom! boom!" sound one after another.
Hu Jiaojiao held her hot face in her hands and squatted by the river. She looked back and found that Long Mo did not follow her out. She let out a long sigh.
Oh my god!
Was it Long Mo who teased her just now, or was it she who teased Long Mo
"But... the chest muscles feel pretty good..."
Hu Jiaojiao couldn't help but recall the scene just now.
The heartbeat that had finally calmed down started pounding against my chest again.
"Anyway, I didn't do it on purpose, but... we are already partners, so what's wrong with touching..."
Hu Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and talked to herself to comfort herself.
After all, she is the one who takes advantage.
Why is she blushing here
"Forget touching his chest muscles. Even sleeping with him is just fulfilling the normal obligations between partners!"
"Hu Jiaojiao, why are you so cowardly?"
She clenched her fists and muttered in a low voice, expressing her disappointment.
"Jiaojiao, who are you going to sleep with?"
Just then, a doubtful voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Hu Jiaojiao's originally high morale was suddenly as if a bucket of ice water was poured over her head, and she almost fell into the river.
He quickly took a few steps back and left the shore, then looked back and saw that it was Lu Mian'er and Hu Jing.
The one who spoke was Hu Jing. She frowned and looked at Hu Jiaojiao with suspicion.
"No one, I'm talking about water, water."
Hu Jiaojiao reacted quickly, pointed at the river and explained, awkwardly changing the subject:
"Why did you come here suddenly?"
Listening to Hu Jiaojiao's words, Hu Jing also began to doubt what she had just heard. Could it be that she had really heard it wrong
Lu Mian'er stepped forward and said with a gentle smile:
"You left in a hurry, and Long Mo's salt flowers haven't been taken yet. The tribe leader asked us to bring them to you."
Originally, this kind of thing was done by males. Lu Mian'er just passed by and when he heard that something was to be delivered to Hu Jiaojiao, he volunteered to do it.
Hu Jing didn't complain, but instead took the initiative to come with her.
"Oh."
Hu Jiaojiao nodded, and then she realized that both of them were holding an animal skin bag in their hands.
She took the animal skin bag, a little surprised.
This bag weighs at least 20 kilograms, and two bags weigh nearly 50 kilograms of salt. This amount of salt is enough for their family of seven to eat for more than a year.
The clan leader is really generous to her!
"Thank you for coming all the way here to give me some salt flowers." Hu Jiaojiao thanked the two of them while holding the salt flowers.
Lu Mian'er held her face with one hand and looked at Hu Jiaojiao with little stars twinkling in her eyes. When she heard this, she quickly shook her head:
"No, you're welcome."
Her cheeks flushed slightly as she answered sheepishly.
There is a pink little deer running around in my heart.
Jiaojiao is so gentle! How can there be such a gentle, beautiful and smart female in the world!
Hu Jing stood absent-mindedly aside, glancing in the direction of the stone house from time to time.
I secretly muttered to myself: Those little brats really didn’t lie…
…
Cangfeng Ridge.
A gray wolf hurried into the tribe and came to a bamboo house.
"Chief, Langmie and the others are back!"
The gray wolf crawled on the ground and reported to the bamboo house in a trembling voice.
Inside the bamboo house, a male transformed into a human form was lazily lying on a thick animal skin, supporting his head with one hand. Upon hearing the sound, he slowly opened his eyelids, revealing deep blue eyes.
The male's posture is lazy, with an unruly expression on his evil and handsome face, and his slightly narrowed eyes seem to be smiling.
"Oh? Did he bring the salt flowers back?"
The gray wolf crawling on the ground trembled all over and answered cautiously:
"No, no..."
It looked so fearful, as if the person in front of it was not the tribal leader, but the King of Hell.
"No? Let him come to see me in person."
The male's expression didn't change as he gave the order nonchalantly.
The calm tone made the gray wolf's teeth tremble with fear.
Gray Wolf stammered:
"Chief, Chief, I'm afraid Langmie can't come. He was seriously injured and was carried back by other orcs..."
"Then carry him up to me."
The gray wolf seemed to have received a pardon and quickly turned and left.
After a while, several orcs came to the bamboo house carrying a wooden board.
Lying on the wooden board was an orc, his body burnt all over, his face had been blown beyond recognition and his original appearance could not be seen at all.
His skin was all black, festering and oozing pus, emitting a burnt and bloody smell.
The limbs were bent in a strange posture, as if they had been put together again, and placed on the wooden board. From a distance, one would think it was a burnt piece of wood.
The only sign of life was the chest that was still slightly rising and falling.
His charred lips were open, and he was breathing in air with difficulty, proving that he was not dead yet.
Seeing the orcs being carried up who looked no different from corpses, the leader's blue eyes showed a hint of surprise, and the lazy expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a hint of amusement.
"You're really capable of killing and wounding the wolf like this."
Langmie is one of the strongest men in the tribe.
The Canglang orcs around him lowered their heads and dared not make a sound.
"Is the information that that bitch brought back wrong? The other side has a lot of people?" The leader played with the bamboo leaves in his hand, his voice revealing a hint of curiosity.
One of the wolf orcs fell to his knees with a thud:
"Reporting to the leader, the news is accurate, but there is one more orc. The other side has a total of ten orcs."
Ten orcs took Yanhua away right under the noses of a hundred or so orcs, and injured Langmie to the point where he was half dead.
The leader must be furious...