Orc’s Crystal

"...Mom, this is Juan...well, Juan, you eat and drink this soup..."

Jiang Junlin fell asleep. For a while, he took Juan home and introduced him to his mother in his dream. For a while, he was having a meal together, and the atmosphere was harmonious and sweet.

The orc was always very alert, and Wentd, who was sitting with his eyes closed and resting with his arms around the little man, opened his eyes as soon as he heard the sound. If he could only see from his cold and sharp eyes, No one would have thought that the man was still asleep last second.

"What's the matter? Say what?" Wentd lowered his head and leaned close to listen to the little man talking, but he couldn't understand the language.

At this time, Jiang Junlin in his sleep dreamed that he was eating delicious food, but there was a "buzzing" sound in his ear, so he put his chopsticks and waved impatiently to beat.

"Snapped…"

Suddenly, no matter how fast Wentd flashed, Jiang Junlin's fingertips swept Wentd's chin. As a result, Vented, who was slapped, was upset...

Wentd is not angry that he was beaten, he also expects the person in his arms to hurt himself!

It's a pity that this female cub is too weak and soft. So, watching the white and tender fingers of the little thing in his arms flushed, and the little man cried out again, how could Wentder, who thought he was the owner, be happy?

"...Hiss, something..."

When the food on the table in his sleep was gone, Jiang Junlin inhaled, shaking his painful fingers, and opened his eyes angrily.

The little thing in his arms woke up, before he opened his eyes, he tried to raise his head. Wentd reacted very quickly this time—he quickly raised the little man in his arms, so that the little man’s fragile head didn’t hit his chest again. .

Jiang Junlin, who was just awake, thought he was sleeping in his own bed! The body that turned over and leaned back didn't lean against the pillow, and was empty...so, Wentard immediately retracted the hand that had just raised the little man, and used his body to catch the unbalanced man.

There was a muffled noise, and then the little man in his arms was crying "Oh"...

"What's wrong, what's wrong? Where did you hit it again?"

Wentard looked anxious, but moved infinitely softly to lift up the little man lying on his chest with his hands.

Think about the appearance of Jiang Junlin's small body hitting the snake-shaped body of Ted for the first time, and he kicked himself a few meters away... It is conceivable that although this was touched at close range, Jiang Junlin felt that it was a collision. It was very uncomfortable to put a piece of iron on it.

Jiang Junlin, who was awake now, was holding his head that had been counter-shocked, his body curled up in Wentd's open arms, his eyes red, and his nose sucked and questioned: "What is your savage body made of? Are you a human? Or a humanoid creature made of molten steel?"

"Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

The nervousness and helplessness describe Wentd's current state very well. If he hadn't been holding Jiang Junlin in his hands, he would probably be anxious to spin around!

After a while, Jiang Junlin sat up leaning on Wentd’s arm. He wanted to kick the green-haired savage’s feet, and worried that he was the one who was in pain. So he could only rub the tingling half of his body with infinite depression, weakly, Admitting himself to be unlucky, said: "Can't afford to provoke, I won't provoke!"

"Does it hurt here? Let me see."

Unable to communicate, get no response. The heart-wrenching Wentder hugged Jiang Junlin with one hand, and pulled Jiang Junlin's tattered clothes with the other.

"What are you savage doing..."

Seeing the green-haired savage's hand stretched out to him, Jiang Junlin quickly wanted to flash, but he didn't flash it, and then—"Bangla", Jiang Junlin's tattered net-bag-like clothes were completely torn in two from the neckline to the hem. Half. Then, the clothes that had been divided into two couldn't hang on Jiang Junlin's body and fell silently.

"my clothes…"

Jiang Junlin stretched out his hand to catch it, but naturally did not catch it. He watched it make intimate contact with the ground, and then his eyes were dull and miserable, as if parting from life and death, and cried out again: "My clothes..."

"..."

Wentder was shocked by Jiang Junlin's expression, and it took him a long time to stretch out his arms, hook up the tattered weird cloth on the ground, and send it to Jiang Junlin, cautiously: "You want this?"

Jiang Junlin looked at the pile of rags in the man's hand, a villain in his heart snatched it and threw it on the man's face. However, both sides are too far apart in size and strength, thinking that if they can’t return to their original world, they will have to rely on this green-haired savage for a long time, so they gritted their teeth and comforted themselves. No matter the clothes, the big man shouldn't care too much.

After working very hard and trying to comfort himself, Jiang Junlin adjusted his expression, and then raised his head to face the man, and silently said in his heart, "Smiling at someone three points", which is polite, polite, and then calmly raised a smile and pointed at the man's hand. Linna shook his head and said, "You can't wear it, throw it away!"

Wentd didn’t understand the words, but looking at the little man’s face shaking his head, he probably understood that the little man meant no more. However, thinking of the little man’s horrible expression that he started to die, Wentd also momentarily Did not dare to throw it directly.

Wentard paid close attention to the expression of the little man, and then tentatively moved the rag in his hand a little farther away. Fortunately, the little man did not make trouble, and then moved a little further away, and then, carefully and slowly— Put, not throw!

"No need?" Wentder asked again, afraid of being unsafe. Of course, knowing that the little man probably didn't understand, he deliberately raised the cloth that had been in contact with the ground.

"It's so rotten, I can't wear it." Seeing Wentd's reluctance with the pile of cloth, Jiang Junlin rolled his eyes in his heart, and then turned around. Look at that piece of clothing that has become a strip of cloth.

Now, seeing the little man's reaction, Wentd was relieved to drop the weird cloth, which was as fragile as the little man.

Wentd took the person in his arms closer to the fire, and then reached out with his big hand over the pile of firewood scattered on the side to increase the fire. Poor little guy, this is not in the tribe, so there is nothing suitable for females to wear! Don't make the little man sick.

In fact, Jiang Junlin's tattered cloth clothes didn't keep warm at all. In summer, the clothes just cover the body. The cooler the better, and it also happens to be summer, and it doesn't feel cold at all.

It's just that Jiang Junlin feels weird even if they are all men, but are held in his arms by the green-haired savage without clothes.

"Well, you better let me down!" Jiang Junlin patted his arm around his man's arm. When the man looked down, he quickly pointed his finger to the ground, indicating that he wanted to go to the ground.