Chapter 58
At night, Arela sat in the yard and looked up at the tree that suddenly appeared in this dilapidated yard. Among the lush branches and leaves of the tree were hanging large and plump fruits.
Arela, sitting in the yard, held down her hair that was blown by the wind, closed her eyes, raised her head, and fanned her nostrils to smell the sweet fruit fragrance in the air.
The alluring fruity aroma penetrated into his nose and went straight to his lungs. Arela opened his eyes and looked at the pale moonlight shining through the gaps between the branches. For a moment, he felt as if he was not in a deserted city, but in a dense forest.
Arela had never seen such a vibrant tree. In her limited memory, the trees in the deserted city were all withered and lifeless.
Such lush and bright green does not seem to be in place in a deserted city with yellow sand as its background.
But it appeared, violating the will of God and appearing in this place that was despised by God.
Arela took another deep breath of the scent of the trees, then raised her hands to cover her chest. This sudden appearance seemed to inexplicably bring a glimmer of hope and vitality to her, a little orc who was about to die.
"Arela." Ares, standing at the door, looked at his sister who was behaving strangely in the yard.
"Brother." Arela, clutching her chest, turned her head to look at her brother standing at the door. She curled her eyes and raised her hand to beckon him, "Brother, come here quickly."
Ares walked forward, his skinny face full of confusion: "What are you doing here so late at night?"
"Brother couldn't sleep either? When I got up, I found that he was pretending to be asleep." Arela said as he patted the ground beside him and motioned him to sit down.
Ares's expression was a little unnatural. He followed her example and sat cross-legged on the ground, looking up at the vibrant tree in front of him that looked out of place in the deserted city.
"Brother, were these the same trees you saw when you went to Bian Forest?" Arela tilted her head and looked at him, the wolf ears on her head relaxedly sticking to her withered yellow hair, and her light green eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Yeah." Ares nodded, his eyes a moment of distance: "There are many, many trees like this."
When he first saw the forest, he was stunned for a long time. It was a scene he had never seen before. It was different from the deserted city with yellow sand all over the sky. However, while it was full of vitality, it was also full of dangers that could take his life at any time.
"Wow, that must be beautiful." Arela exclaimed, then continued to look up at the tree in front of her. After a long pause, she said, "Brother, maybe you were right to bring Jiaojiao back this time. He might bring unimaginable changes to the deserted city."
Arela looked a bit stunned. "You know, I've been particularly sensitive to the nature of orcs since I was a child. They seem to be painted with a distinguishable color in my eyes. I can clearly see the emotions and personalities hidden deep in their hearts."
"Good, bad, extreme, angry, to a certain extent, I can sense their thoughts. Although sometimes it's not very accurate, I can always get a general idea of their thoughts."
"But brother, do you know?" Arela tilted her head slightly, her light green eyes filled with confusion, as if she was puzzled by something beyond her comprehension. "In my eyes, Jiaojiao is clean and pure. He has almost no negative side. He is as clean as a handful of water, attracting me, an orc who has been dry in the desert for a long time."
"Brother." Arela suddenly stood up and reached out to pull Ares, who was sitting on the ground. "Let's go and convince the tribe members to stop being hostile and wary of Jiaojiao and that adult. I have a feeling that as long as we don't harm Jiaojiao, that adult won't do anything to harm the beastmen."
Arela grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "And their arrival will surely bring unexpected changes to the orcs."
Ares, sitting on the ground, looked up at his sister standing under the moon and stars. There was a light in her eyes that he had never seen before.
It was not known whether Ares was bewitched by his sister's unusual behavior, but he suddenly had an idea and followed his sister to the patriarch's door and knocked on it late at night.
Ares didn't wake up until he knocked on the door, but it was too late. The clan leader, whose sweet dream had been disturbed, had already opened the door angrily. He was glaring at them with a dark face, and his deep voice was like thunder: "Are's boy, you better be in trouble!"
Ares, whose mind was blank, said: "..."
"Uncle Chief, I have something very important for the Beast Tribe. Could you please call my uncles and the others over here?" Before Ares could come up with an excuse to leave, his sister's words made him feel dizzy and he had the urge to faint.
Sai Meng's gaze fell on the little girl from Are's family, who always had a weak presence. He grinned fiercely and said, "Little girl, you have to know that gathering the tribesmen here is not a trivial matter."
"I know Uncle Sai Meng. I'm betting my life on it. What I want to say is absolutely important to Huangcheng. I won't let any of you make a trip in vain. If any of you thinks it's not worth the trip, you can just break my neck." Arela looked up and looked straight into Sai Meng's eyes, his light green eyes flashing with determination.
Sai was startled, then laughed out loud twice: "What a courageous little girl! Just for your courage, I will do this too."
That night, quarrels, roars, shouts and various collisions continued to be heard from the house of the Beast Tribe leader. All these sounds finally disappeared when a hint of dawn appeared in the sky.
Arela walked out of the house and looked up at the bright light in the sky. A smile appeared on his swollen face with slap marks on it. The light green eyes on his sallow little face were sparkling with a happy smile.
This was the first time Arera used her abilities to achieve a desired goal. Although the process was difficult and bumpy, she won in the end!
Ares, with red eyes, saw that she was still laughing. He couldn't help but reach out and patted the head of this careless sister. His voice was muffled: "You're still laughing? You scared me to death!"
Arela suppressed her smile, reached out to lift the clothes on Ares's belly, and when she saw the red and purple footprints on her brother's belly, her eyes suddenly turned red and big tears fell from her eyes.
The kick was originally intended for her, but was blocked by her brother.
Ares, who was originally a little angry, panicked when he saw his sister crying. He said angrily, "Why are you laughing and crying at the same time?"
Just as Ares was anxiously trying to coax his sister, a figure walked leisurely into the shabby kitchen of their residence at dawn.
Last night, Hesnemen contacted Hesdzer and asked him to send some books on how to raise the little one.
The creations of this world were failures in Hesnemen's eyes, so he naturally would not raise his cubs in the same way as the failed creations raised their cubs.
After receiving this request, Hesdze immediately ran to Su Cang to seek books.
Su Cang, who was thinking about how to create his own world, was interrupted. His little face, which looked only eight years old, immediately became stern. He was told to go find the world consciousness of the previous world where Jiaojiao was staying.
He just didn't know how to raise a cub, so he threw Jiaojiao to another world.
After hearing His request, the world consciousness that Hesdzer had found threw all the parenting manuals, parenting tips, recipes, how to fatten a child, and fairy tales that Yin Zheng had read at him after a little thought.
After reading all of this overnight, Hesnemen finally realized how negligent he had been before.
So he got up early today and planned to make breakfast for the little guy.
In the kitchen, Hesnemen, holding a cookbook, looked at the various dishes in his hand, then looked at the simple kitchen in front of him. He frowned and thought for a while, then turned to the first page of the cookbook in his hand, intending to start with the simplest porridge.
As for the rice for making porridge, Hesniemen just raised his index finger slightly, and fields of rice emerged from the ground, ripening into ears at the fastest speed.
Then the plump rice grains floated in the air and automatically shed their husks. In a blink of an eye, Hesniemen got a pile of rice that could be used to make porridge.
He poured a bowl of rice into the pot as instructed in the recipe, and waved his hand to let the rest fall automatically into the earthenware jars in the kitchen.
Pour the rice into the pot and add appropriate amount of water.
The right amount of water?
What is the appropriate amount?
Unable to find the exact amount in the recipe, Hesnemen tentatively added a bowl of water of the same amount.
The next step is to stir well, cover the lid, cook over high heat for a quarter of an hour and then turn to low heat.
High fire?
Hesniemen, who was a little confused about Wuhuo, used his spiritual consciousness to look through human books.
After realizing that Wuhuo meant a big fire, he withdrew his spiritual sense, hooked his index finger, and an extremely fierce flame suddenly burst out from under the stove.
As Ares and his sister supported each other and walked to the side street, they heard a loud noise from the front, and then saw a fierce flame shooting straight into the sky.
Seeing this scene, Ares and his sister were stunned for a moment. When they realized that it seemed to be the direction of their home, they immediately stopped supporting each other and ran faster than the other.
In the dilapidated courtyard, standing in the kitchen where flames were roaring, Hesniemen frowned and looked at the recipe in his hand. It was full of mistakes and omissions and was not worthy of being a book.
Having made the decision, goalkeeper Hesne threw the recipe in his hand into the flames.
“Dad! Dad!”
In the room, Jiaojiao, who was awakened by the loud noise, struggled to get out of bed and ran out with her short legs, calling for her dad anxiously as she ran.
The moment he heard the anxious little voice, Hesnemen waved his hand to put out the fire and strode out of the kitchen.
"Dad!" Jiaojiao came out of the house and stumbled over to his father when he saw him.
Seeing that the little guy was running as if he was about to fall at any time, Hesniemen took two steps forward, bent down, picked him up and held him in his arms.
Jiaojiao, who was held up by her father, grabbed her father's clothes tightly with her little hands, buried her head in her father's arms and rubbed it for a while, then she became motionless.
Feeling puzzled, Hesnemen looked down and was stunned. Jiaojiao, who leaned her head in his arms, had red eyes, her little mouth tightly pursed, and big tears falling silently.
Seeing this scene, Hesnemen's heart inexplicably shrank. He raised his hand to wipe Jiaojiao's tears, and his gentle voice was mixed with confusion: "Why are you crying?"
Hearing the question, Jiaojiao looked up at his father, tears in his red eyes. He sniffed, and his little voice, tinged with sobs, sounded very aggrieved. He gestured with his little hands, "Hong, Jiaojiao, come here. I'm scared because I haven't seen my dad."
After realizing that the little girl was awakened by the noise he made, and didn't see him when she woke up, and was crying because of the combination of fear and grievance, Hesniemen paused to wipe Jiaojiao's tears.
For the first time, the great god Hesnemen understood what embarrassment was!
Before Hesnemen could recover from this rather novel feeling, he felt a very light pat on his chest.
He looked down and saw Jiaojiao in his arms patting his chest gently with her little hands. She was clearly still shedding tears, but she still said vaguely in her nasal voice, "Don't be afraid, Daddy, don't be afraid. Jiaojiao is here."
Obviously, Jiaojiao was frightened by her own experience, so she thought her father must have been frightened too.
Before I could even recover from the shock, I was already busy trying to coax my father.
Hesnemen, who understood what was happening, chuckled inwardly and ruffled Jiaojiao's fluffy hair with his hand: "I'm a god, how could I be frightened by such a small noise?"
He is a god, how could he be scared in this world that belongs to him!
Jiaojiao, who didn't understand, looked up at him in confusion. Her dark eyes were still filled with water. The mottled sunlight fell into them, and was shaken by the remaining water light, breaking it into broken lights.
Hesnemen subconsciously caught the falling tears. The cold touch made him slightly stunned. After he reacted, he realized that the little guy didn't understand what he said.
He wiped away the tears from the corners of Jiaojiao's eyes with his fingertips, and gently patted his small back with his big, bony hands. He lowered his eyes and thought that he had to put teaching the little guy to speak on a daily basis.
While thinking about him, she snapped her fingers and restored the kitchen behind her, which had been ruined by his mischief, to its original state.
Considering that he might need to use this kitchen in the future, Hesnemen renovated it according to the human kitchens he had seen before and also provided a lot of new kitchen utensils.
When Ares and his sister ran back for their lives, they saw not the ruins, but a brand new kitchen and golden wheat and rice fields beside it.
The two beasts stood there in amazement for a long time before, under the increasingly scorching sun, they fixed their gaze on Jiaojiao and his father who were sitting in the shade of a tree not far away.
At this time, Hesniemen was teaching Jiaojiao, who was squatting under the shade of a tree, to speak. Having read books before, he knew that this was a task that required a lot of patience, and he had shown unprecedented patience in advance, but it seemed that this patience was of no use.
Jiaojiao is very smart. Unlike what is said in the books, he does not need to be taught repeatedly. Most words can be said haltingly after being heard twice.
Feeling a sense of accomplishment, Hesnemen touched Jiaojiao's ears and said, "Great!"
The book says that we should praise children often.
After being praised, Jiaojiao threw herself into her father's arms and rubbed her head against him. Her furry ears on her fluffy and smooth black hair trembled twice because of happiness.
Having rubbed enough, Jiaojiao rested her chin on her father's arm, raised her head and looked at him with her eyes bent, and called out in a sticky little voice: "Dad, Dad, Dad."
Hesnemen lowered his eyes to look at him, the bright white sunlight fell mottledly from the shade of the trees onto the bright, fair and tender little face. His appearance was reflected in the black eyes looking at him, and his sticky tone and expression were full of dependence.
The god who was being relied upon softened his heart, reached out to smooth the little fellow's messy hair, and murmured, "Hmm."
In the end, Arera made breakfast. It wasn't anything complicated, just a pot of porridge.
When she was cooking porridge, Hesniemen deliberately used his spiritual awareness to watch and wrote down the steps and quantities one by one.
During the meal, Hesnie held Jiaojiao in his arms and prepared to feed him. He saw Jiaojiao sitting in his arms with a frown and covering his little butt with his hands.
Sensing something was wrong, Hesnie picked him up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiaojiao, standing on her father's lap, looked up at him, stretched out her little hands and gestured, saying softly, "Boom! Jiaojiao wakes up. I don't see my dad. I'm scared. I can't get off the bed. I'm falling."
I understood that he fell when he got out of bed.
So the little one was crying not only because he was wronged and scared, but also because his butt hurt?!
Hesnemen frowned, and while healing the bruise on Jiaojiao's butt, he felt dissatisfied with himself for not noticing this.
After telling her dad, her buttocks, which were originally painful, immediately stopped hurting. Jiaojiao turned her head curiously to look at her little buttocks, then she smiled happily and told her dad, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Hesniemen pinched Jiaojiao's soft little face and said, "If you feel uncomfortable in the future, please tell me, okay?"
Jiaojiao blinked, not understanding.
"...Forget it, let's eat." He picked up the porridge and handed it to Jiaojiao's mouth with a bit of helplessness.
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