After hearing this, Foxy, who had been able to keep her composure, suddenly flushed as if her face was congested.
She pulled her hand back as if she had received an electric shock, turned around and ran out of the cabin.
Long Mo's hand was still in front of his chest, holding his wrist, and there was a trace of confusion 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, covering his chest.
The strange feeling finally returned to calm after Foxy left.
As a waste in the eyes of the beastmen, 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 loathing. He never communicates with other beastmen, and he doesn't even know that there is such an emotion as "like".
Outside the house.
Fox 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 cool water hit her face, but it had no effect on her hot cheeks.
She washed it repeatedly several times, and her accelerated heartbeat finally stopped being so rapid, 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 with both hands, squatted by the river, looked back, and found that Long Mo did not follow her, then she let out a long sigh. Oh
my god!
Was it Long Mo who flirted with her just now, or was it she who flirted with Long Mo?
"But... the chest muscles feel pretty good..."
Hu Jiaojiao unconsciously recalled the scene just now.
The heartbeat that had finally calmed down was pounding in her chest again.
"Anyway, I didn't mean it, but... we are partners, so what's wrong with touching..."
Hu Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and talked to herself.
After all, she was the one who took advantage.
Why is she blushing here!
"Let alone touching his chest muscles, even if you sleep with him, it's just the normal obligations between partners!"
"Hu Jiaojiao, what are you afraid of?"
She clenched her fists and muttered in a low voice.
"Jiaojiao, who are you going to sleep with?"
At this moment, a doubtful voice suddenly sounded behind her.
Hu Jiaojiao's originally high arrogance was like a basin of ice water poured on her head, and she almost fell into the river. She
quickly stepped back a few steps and left the shore. Looking back, she found that it was Lu Mian'er and Hu Jing.
It was Hu Jing who spoke. She frowned and looked at Hu Jiaojiao with suspicion.
"No one, I was talking about water, water."
Hu Jiaojiao responded quickly, pointing to the river to explain, awkwardly changing the subject:
"Why did you come here suddenly?"
Listening to Hu Jiaojiao's words, Hu Jing also doubted what she had just heard. Did she really hear it wrong?
Lu Mian'er stepped forward and said with a gentle smile:
"You left in a hurry, and Long Mo's salt flower has not been taken yet. The tribe leader asked us to help you bring it over."
Originally, this kind of thing was done by males. Lu Mian'er just passed by and heard that it was to deliver something to Hu Jiaojiao, so he volunteered to come.
Hu Jing did not complain, but took the initiative to come with her.
"Oh oh."
Hu Jiaojiao nodded, and then found that both of them were holding animal skin bags in their hands.
She took the animal skin bag and was a little surprised.
This bag is at least more than 20 kilograms, and two bags are nearly 50 kilograms of salt. This amount of salt is enough for their family of seven to eat for more than a year.
The tribe leader is really generous to her!
"Thank you for coming all the way to deliver salt." Fox Jiaojiao held the salt and thanked the two of them.
Lu Mian'er held her face with one hand and looked at Fox Jiaojiao. There seemed to be little stars twinkling in her eyes. Hearing this, she shook her head quickly:
"No, you're welcome."
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she answered embarrassedly.
There was a pink deer beating in her heart.
Jiaojiao is really gentle! How can there be such a gentle, beautiful and smart female in the world!
Hu Jing stood absent-mindedly aside, occasionally glancing in the direction of Jianshi House.
He muttered to himself: Those cubs really didn't lie...
...
Cangfengling.
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 in human form was lazily lying on a thick animal skin, with one hand supporting his head. Hearing the voice, he slowly opened his eyelids, revealing deep blue eyes. The
male was in a lazy posture, with a dissolute expression on his evil and handsome face, and his slightly narrowed eyes seemed to be smiling.
"Oh? Did he bring the salt flower back?"
The gray wolf crawling on the ground trembled all over and answered cautiously:
"No, no..."
The fearful look on his face was as if the person in front of him was not the tribal leader, but Prince Yan from hell.
"No? Let him come to see me in person."
The expression on the male's face did not change, and he ordered casually.
The calm tone made the gray wolf's teeth tremble with fear.
The gray wolf stammered:
"Chief, I'm afraid Langmie can't come. He was seriously injured and was carried back by other beastmen..."
"Then carry him up to me."
The gray wolf seemed to have received a special pardon and quickly turned around and left.
After a while, several beastmen came to the bamboo house carrying a wooden board.
On the board lay a burnt beastman, whose face had been blown beyond recognition and whose original appearance could not be seen at all.
His skin was all black, rotten and festering, emitting a burnt and bloody smell.
His limbs were bent in a strange posture, as if they had been put back together and placed on the board. From a distance, one would have thought it was just a burnt piece of wood. The
only sign of life was the chest that was still rising and falling slightly.
His burnt lips were open, and he was breathing the air with difficulty, proving that he was not dead yet.
Seeing the orcs being carried up and looking like corpses, the leader's azure eyes showed a hint of surprise, and the lazy look on his face disappeared, replaced by a hint of amusement.
"You are really capable to hurt Langmie like this."
Langmie is one of the strongest in the tribe.
The wolf orcs around him lowered their heads one after another, not daring to make a sound.
"Is the information sent back by that bastard wrong? The other side has a lot of people?" The leader played with the bamboo leaves in his hand, and his voice was full of curiosity.
One of the wolf beastmen fell to his knees with a thud:
"Leader, the news is accurate, but there is one more beastman. There are a total of ten beastmen on the other side."
Ten beastmen took away the salt flower from under the noses of hundreds of beastmen, and injured the wolf to such a half-dead state.
The leader must be furious...
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