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Chapter 91 Extra 1 (3) Memories are engraved in life.

Extra 1 (3) Memories are engraved in life.

Ning Luo stayed in the room doing nothing all morning. No one drove him away or paid attention to him, as if he had been forgotten by everyone.

Ning Luo walked through every corner of the house inch by inch, not missing any detail. He desperately wanted to know everything about Thrall.

About all the people, things and things in these fourteen years.

He wants to fill the gap in each other's lives, although such a reversal is never possible.

Probably because he was too nervous and too excited last night, when the sun crept up quietly, Ning Luo started to feel sleepy again. He didn't want to ask someone to prepare lunch - although he was a slave and couldn't order others. He just yawned, went back to bed and began to fall asleep.

It was already afternoon when Ning Luo woke up. Ning Luo was woken up by the sound of the door being pushed open. Several people seemed to have walked in outside. One of them was reporting something respectfully, and the group of people walked in while talking.

As soon as Ning Luo heard the movement and opened his eyes, he met Sal who walked in.

Ning Luo blinked and was about to say "Good morning" when Sal suddenly turned his head and shouted. The stunned people behind him immediately came to their senses and hurriedly retreated.

"Why are you here?!"

"I'm not here, where should I go?" Ning Luo stretched his waist, and his sleeves dropped down, revealing a long stretch of white arms.

Sal quickly went up to tuck him in, and told him, "Don't come out." Then he took something out of the cabinet beside the bed, walked around the screen to the hall, gave a few hasty instructions, and then asked people to leave, and then I don't know what was ordered when I opened the door.

He saw that this man was still sleeping deeply this morning and didn't have the heart to wake him up. He thought that he would leave naturally after he woke up. He didn't expect that when he came back in the afternoon, he actually saw him still sleeping.

Slaves should not stay overnight. Even if the chief stays, they must leave early the next day. Everyone should know this rule. Because this was his bedroom, outsiders were not allowed to enter without permission, so no one noticed that Ning Luo had been staying here until now.

Sal returned to the bedroom and saw Ning Luo looking at him doubtfully. He didn't know how to look at that face for a while, so he simply sat on a chair to the side to handle his affairs.

Ning Luo waited for a while and saw that he didn't move. He gently stepped off the bed and walked to him, "You..."

As soon as Ning Luo spoke, Sal frowned and suddenly stood up, picked him up, and sat in front of him. On the chair, he blamed, "Why don't you wear any shoes?"

After saying this, Sal regretted: Where can the slaves wear shoes? What's more, he is a slave who is here to serve.

Ning Luo didn't think there was anything strange about this question, and said naturally, "They didn't give it to me. It's not very cold now anyway."

The ground was covered with a thin carpet, which was not too cold on the feet.

As he said this, a loud voice called "Lord Chief" came from outside the door. Sal said "come in" in a deep voice, and several slaves filed in holding food trays.

Ning Luo smelled the aroma of peppercorns, and immediately his eyes lit up and he became energetic, and his stomach growled as if he had just woken up.

After a while, several food items were placed on the table, and the slaves quietly retreated, without even raising their heads during the whole process.

"Eat." Sal raised his head.

"Okay." Ning Luo said and was about to start, but the cuffs of his clothes were too wide, making it inconvenient to eat. Ning Luo rolled up his cuffs several times but the cuffs would fall down. He clicked his tongue and said, "Can you change my clothes?"

Sal looked at the clothes with a collar that was open to the cuffs and shook his head decisively, "No."

Ning Luo shrugged his shoulders and didn't think much. After eating a few mouthfuls of food, a cool breeze blew from nowhere, making him shiver violently.

"Huh." Ning Luo twitched his somewhat stuffed nose and took a few bites of spicy meat slices.

"Huh?" There was a sudden weight on his body, and someone put some clothes on his shoulders. Sal said coldly, "Put it on."

Didn't you say you won't be allowed to change?

Ning Luo tried to convey the doubts in his eyes to the other party, but Sal refused to look at him and sat on the chair at the other end to deal with the unfinished business.

After having enough wine and food, Ning Luo breathed a sigh of contentment, jumped off the chair and ran to Sal's side - only then did he remember his leg disease and declared, "I'm full."

"Well," Sal glanced at him miserably, raised his hand and pulled down a rope hanging down by the bed. The slave waiting outside the door immediately came in to pack it up, and then quietly left.

There were only two people left in the room for a while. Ning Luo stared at Sal for a long time, and the corners of his mouth gradually dropped from the slight upward angle before, and finally turned into a sad and sarcastic shape.

"I'm leaving." Ning Luo said.

Sal said "hmm", his eyes still looking at the thing in his hand, seeming to be very focused.

However, Ning Luo discovered that he had been looking at this page for a long time.

"I'm leaving and I won't come back."

Sal suddenly raised his head, his eyes sharp like a tiger staring at its prey, and even his breathing became heavy.

"You remember, don't you?"

Otherwise, you wouldn't have cooked a table full of spicy dishes, you wouldn't have noticed that his legs and feet were afraid of getting cold, and you wouldn't have been merciless about his "rudeness" as a slave.

"..." Sal was silent for a moment, "Yes."

"When?"

"Morning" He had a dream last night, and when he recalled it this morning, he remembered it all.

"Then what do you mean?" Ning Luo took a step forward, suddenly bent down, and his face was very close to Sal, "I want to leave, won't you stop me?"

"...No,"

Ning Luo breathed . He choked and exhaled tremblingly, "You are here, have a sweetheart?"

"...No."

"You don't want to see me?"

"No!"

"Then why do you want me to leave?"

"I don't want you. Let's go!" Sal grabbed Ning Luo's shoulders with both hands, "I just... don't want you to die again."

He could protect him once, but he didn't know if he could protect him a second time.

Since Ning Luo doesn't want to stay with him, let him go...

"But I want to stay."

Sal's eyes suddenly lit up, like a ship sailing on the sea at night suddenly lighting up a light. He almost opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"I owe a total of two lives to people in my life," Ning Luo said suddenly. "One is to Thorkel. I gave birth to him, but I failed to give him a complete family and a smooth life. I made up for it with one person. He now has his own family.

He owes you his second life. Now, I will use myself to make up for it." Ning Luo looked into Sal's eyes and said word by word, "What if you don't want it? "

Yes!" Sal blurted out.

Many years later, when Thrall was no longer the chief, Ning Luo asked him out of the blue, "Why did you remember it all at once? I thought you wouldn't remember it."

"Memory . It's engraved in the soul," Sal replied.

And the memory about you is the most profound one in my life.

After fourteen years, fortunately, I am looking for you, and you happen to be waiting for me.

End

postscript:

After Thrall admitted that he had recovered his memory that day, Ning Luo continued to talk about many things over the years, mainly about Thorkell's growth.

After speaking, Sal pondered for a moment, as if he had something to say, but he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

"Have you ever liked anyone over the years? Those slaves, those men and women, who have you touched?"

"I..."

"Shh-" Ning Luo tapped Sal's lips. "Don't tell me. I don't want to know at all."

He didn't want to know who had slept in this bed, or who had lay in this arms and felt this body temperature.

He would definitely not be able to help but kill those people.

"I have only been here for a day," Ning Luo said. "I will stay here for the next three days. Please take care of everything and don't let me see anything."

The author has something to say: Ning Luo is also a He is a very possessive person, but he understands that Sal is free during his absence. He has no right to criticize Sal's relationship with other people, but he cannot accept it calmly.

So he chose to let Thrall hide everything.

They start over.

This chapter is not very satisfactory. Probably because the holiday is over. TAT

Chapter 92: The third extra chapter is for you, all the traps are gone

Extra 3: For You, all the tricks are done

in the season when the ice and snow first melt, the mountains and jungles are silent. However, deep in this silent underground, something is quietly awakening.

The so-called turn of winter and spring is when the world stretches its back.

It's just that this year I stretched my waist a little too hard.

"Clan leader, the road ahead is blocked." The orcs exploring the road ahead hurried back to report.

Rui: "What's going on?"

"Maybe the snow this year was too heavy, which broke the old trees and blocked the road ahead." The orc beside him said.

Rui pondered for a moment, and a close aide of the elder of the Fox clan snorted and said, "We have come this far, and we don't know how much time we will lose if we turn around and go back." Rui

did not say anything, but Elder Fox glared at this person fiercely. The orc immediately fell silent as soon as he saw something that he had no eyesight to see. Qingge on the other side had sharp ears. He didn't know whether he was smart or stupid. He said quickly, "Li Ruo remembered that there were some strange-looking crooked-neck trees in this area and wanted to come and have a look. What are you dissatisfied with?"

Li Ruo He immediately smiled apologetically at the people around him, pulled Qingge's sleeves and told him not to talk any more, while looking at Rui cautiously.

And Simeng next to Rui.

He was just chatting that day, and was asked by Qingge if he had seen any strange scenery. He casually mentioned these trees - after all, he rarely went out and had never seen much scenery. Unexpectedly, Qingge asked him about it. Rui.

Simon only glanced at this side lightly, then walked away to the front to see the situation. Rui waited until Simon was far away before he said, "The elder is right. It takes too much time to go back now. Look at these trees." Can you move it?"

After a while, Simon came back with a square step and said, "The road is blocked for more than half, and there is still about a foot wide. You can get through if you are careful."

Rui nodded. That's good." He told everyone to move on.

Simon interrupted him and continued, "However, this forest is too dense. The front is blocked by trees, and the upper part is blocked by vines and branches. I don't know if it will be dangerous."

"Then we need to trouble the priest. Sir, thank you for your troubles." The elder of the Fox clan said slowly, but he blamed Simeng for all the problems that might arise next.

Simon glanced at him contemptuously, snorted coldly, and turned around to start the battle.

The dry branches cast a shadow, like the outstretched arm of a ghost. The snow on the road has melted and frozen, and it has frozen into ice. There is a cliff at your feet. If you take one wrong step, you will be shattered to pieces.

Li Ruo had a pale face and walked forward cautiously while wiping the fallen tree. Behind him, Qingge pulled his clothes tightly and held him in her arms.

"What's wrong?" Li Ruo turned his head and saw that Qing Ge seemed to be more scared than him, with a pair of fox eyes open and watery.

"Don't be afraid, hold me tight." Li Ruo forced a smile and comforted Qing Ge.

"By the way, Qingge," Li Ruo even started talking as if to prevent Qingge from being scared. "Where were you last night?"

"Last night?" Qingge blinked, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Well, everyone went to bed last night. I vaguely felt that you went out once?"

"No, oh, I seemed to have gone out for convenience. Ouch!" Qing Ge slipped and was about to fall. Li Ruo grabbed him in a hurry and said, "Be careful!"

"Huh, I'm scared to death." Qing Ge stood firm and patted his chest.

Li Ruo complained softly, "I won't talk to you anymore. Please watch your step and don't get distracted."

"Okay, okay." Qingge agreed carelessly, inadvertently looking up at the branches above.

No one noticed that the white powder on the branches had been scattered cleanly, drifting down in the wind, and there was no trace of it anymore.

"Li Ruo, when we return to the tribe tonight, let's take a bath with my newly prepared potion to make sure it's fragrant."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

...

After three days and two nights of traveling, the Fox Clan finally returned. Arriving at their original gathering place.

The picture of the fire and smoke billowing that night is still very clear, but after the ice and snow melted, the traces of smoke have disappeared without a trace.

It was clear that there was still a large tribe full of laughter and laughter in the autumn, but now only less than half of the people are left.

"Let's repair each other."

After a winter of seeking shelter from other tribes, countless snowy nights of desperate struggle, and three days of long journey, the tribesmen are exhausted. Now, although it is cold in the cave, it is still home.

Home is a place where people can relieve themselves of all fatigue.

Midnight watch.

All the clan members have fallen asleep. The young new clan leader stands at the entrance of his cave, looking at the incomplete moon in the sky.

There was a slight sound in the wind, and a figure walked out from the shadow cast by the old tree. His figure was thin and slender.

"The patriarch is here to enjoy the moon peacefully. It's a pity that I still have to run around in this cold wind." The owner of the figure said in a gentle tone, with a pair of fox eyes slightly raised, which filled up the enchanting moonlight.

"Whatever you think of, of course you have to do it." Rui stood with his hands behind his hands, not even looking at him, as if he didn't even bother to give him a look.

"Afraid." Qing Ge crossed his arms, not even looking good. "I thought of the way to set the fire, and it was indeed me who drugged the branches the night before I passed that stretch of road. But dear patriarch, you are the one who nodded to all the plots." Qing Qing Ge curled the right corner of his mouth into a mocking smile. "You are righteous, but you can make me do

all the bad things." "You and I are just getting what we need." Rui said, "If you want something, you have to fight for it with your own ability."

"You do this for him He is ruthless and ruthless at every step, but his love is as deep as the sea."

Rui snorted and did not deny it. He only said, "Isn't it just for him that you are running around all the time?" "

Hey, you can't say that." Qing Ge raised his head slightly. , "I also do it for my own freedom."

Rui Youyou turned her head, "Then, don't I also do it for my position as the leader of the clan?"

When their eyes met, Qing Ge first sneered, and then couldn't help laughing.

Yes, yes, to put it bluntly, they are all the same kind of people.

In order to achieve the goal, all mechanisms are exhausted.

The next morning, some tribe members suddenly started to have a high fever, and then more and more people showed the same symptoms. This fateful tribe was panicked for a while. A rumor that originated from an unknown source said that they had offended the beast god and were attacked. God's punishment requires people to go to the beast god mountain to worship in order to appease God's anger.

In the vast mountain forest, there is an endless river. People don't know where its source is, nor where it flows. According to legend, at the end of this river is the Beast God Mountain.

All ethnic groups have had the custom of worshiping in the past. Most of them put the sacrificial objects into altars, put them on bamboo rafts, and floated down the river without knowing where they were going.

I have never heard of anyone actually reaching the end of the river and seeing the Beast God Mountain.

Rui turned a deaf ear to this argument at first, while Simon was too busy trying to find the cause of the disease, but to no avail.

More and more people were getting sick, and only two days later, most of the clan members fell down, including even the leader of the Fox clan.

On the third day, in front of all the clan members, the leader of the Fox clan loudly asked Rui what he thought of the frequent illnesses in the clan. He openly and secretly blamed Rui's successor for last year's fire and the current epidemic in the Fox clan.

Qing Ge listened with interest: These crimes were put on his head, but they were not a loss at all.

Rui had no expression on his face, only reasoning that the current situation in the clan was urgent and that he could not mess up his position.

"I dreamed last night that the Beast God's instructions were exactly the same as the rumors in the clan, which was to send people to the Beast God Mountain to ask for medicine. If the clan leader is unwilling to send people, then it is better for me to go. Anyway, I am an old man, life and death. I see through it. It's just..." As he spoke, the elder of the Fox clan wiped the tears from his eyes. "If your mother and father died early, I would be most worried about him if he left. The knot in my heart makes me feel at ease."

"Father Beast!" Li Ruo took an anxious step forward and tugged on the elder's clothes, but was silently glared at by the other party.

The words of the leader of the Fox Clan were touching and awe-inspiring, and everyone in the clan was in mourning. Rui was silent for a moment and said, "The pairing matter needs to be discussed in the long run..."

"No need to trouble the elders." Simon, who had been listening for a long time, put the cup in his hand on the table with a clear sound, and the crowd immediately became quiet. , "It's about communicating with the gods and asking for medicine, so naturally I, the priest, should do it."

"Simeng!" Rui shouted, "Don't do this nonsense."

Simeng ignored him, bowed his hands and said, "What a pity. I can't host the wedding ceremony for the clan leader. Simeng is here to congratulate you on your marriage." After saying this, he turned around and left with only a few words, "Let's prepare the bamboo raft." He didn't notice a pair of tearful eyes behind him. The eyes are fragile but firm.

The elders of the Fox Clan came prepared. I don't know where he went to find enough bamboo so quickly, and he made the bamboo raft that evening. Seeing that this bamboo raft was definitely not something that could be made in a hurry, Simon looked back at the elder and said without saying much, "I will set off early tomorrow morning."

"Don't go!" Rui blocked his way, his brows filled with anxiety and anger that were about to overflow.

"Then you want me to watch you pair up?" Simeng looked up at him, with a flash of red at the corners of his eyes, like his eyes were red, and smiled uglier than crying.

He had wanted to leave for a long time, and he was originally worried that Rui would not let him go. Now the elder has given him such a good opportunity. The time, place, and people are favorable, how can he live up to it?

That night. The moonlight is hazy like fog, and places farther away are blurry. A figure gradually walked towards the winding river. There is a bamboo raft parked by the water. It is the one the elder sent people to make.

I don't know if it was God's will, but the current was extremely fast that day. If the bamboo raft hadn't been tied to a tree on the shore by a thick rope, it would have flowed down the river in an instant.

Simon took one last look at the place where he had lived since childhood, exhaled a long white breath, and raised his legs to step onto the bamboo raft.

"Simeng!" A voice suddenly sounded, and a man was seen running towards this side with all his strength, out of breath.

"You, you don't want to go."

"Li Ruo?" Simeng said unexpectedly, "Why are you?"

"I...I guess you will leave tonight." He was anxiously wandering around the room, thinking about what to do tomorrow. How to stop Simon? He heard Qing Ge talk about this matter casually, "Let me tell you, you won't see him tomorrow."

"Why do you say that?"

"You think about it," Qing Ge shrugged. "How could the priest be such an arrogant person and let others send him away like a joke? He must have sneaked away tonight. It would be cool to wait until tomorrow when we see others leave the room empty and the raft float far away."

" Then, what should I do?

"What should I do? Hey! Where are you running?"

Li Ruo ran over as fast as he could in his life, ignoring Qing Ge.

"If I don't go, who will? Your beast father is still waiting for me to go to the beast god to ask for the antidote." Simeng didn't take Li Ruo's weird behavior personally, and just thought it was the father and son who had a black face and a white face.

It was almost dawn and he couldn't delay it any longer.

"Get out of the way."

"No!" Li Ruo went up to stop him, but couldn't stop Simeng. His heart suddenly flashed, and Bismen jumped onto the bamboo raft faster. He took out his sleeves and prepared With a sharp stroke of his knife, the rope was cut immediately, and the bamboo raft floated out instantly.

"Li Ruo! Li Ruo! Come here quickly! Li Ruo is taking a bamboo raft to find the beast god!" Qingge started shouting at the top of his lungs when he was far away. After shouting all the way, the nearby tribesmen ran away immediately when they heard the movement. When I came out, I saw Li Ruo standing on the bamboo raft floating far away, unable to stop him.

"Me! I go to the Beast God on behalf of the priest!" Li Ruo knelt down on the bamboo raft, trying not to fall. "I! Li Ruo! Volunteered to go to the Beast God on behalf of the priest! Ask him to protect the Fox Clan!" Li Ruo! After shouting this string of words, he sat down on the bamboo raft as if he had lost all his strength, and his heart felt happier than ever before.

He has been taught to behave well and speak softly since he was a child, but he has never even screamed once. He was used to being obedient, and his beast father made the decision on everything. Now he finally made a decision for himself. Even if he decided to die, he was happy.

He didn't want to be the clan leader's companion, he didn't want to be hated by the clan members anymore, he didn't want Priest Simeng to die, he also wanted to protect others for once.

He did it.

The current is fast and the bamboo raft rises and falls like a fallen flower in the river. The shouts behind him gradually faded away. Li Ruo stretched himself out completely and lay on the bamboo raft, closed his eyes, and fell into a hazy sleep.

After he lost consciousness, the bamboo raft was stopped by a large net across the river. A man quietly appeared, picked him up from the bamboo raft, and walked to an inconspicuous cabin in the forest

... ...

"Priest, long time no see." The night when Li Ruo left on the raft, Simeng suddenly met Qing Ge in his room who had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Didn't you go to find Li Ruo? Did you find him?"

"I just came to ask you something." Qingge turned her head to look at him, and the moonlight reflected on his fair and smooth face, adding a bit of coquettishness. "He said that you would turn to him no matter what. I'm very curious if it's true. After all, he caused me a lot of trouble. Although we are allies, before leaving, I still want to give him some pain. " Qing Ge slowly walked towards Simeng and whispered in his ear, "Do you really not know what happened with the fire that day? "

Simeng was silent for a while, recalling the images and sounds that appeared in his mind. Blurred: It was a figure he was very familiar with, and a voice he was very familiar with.

"I know."

"Oh?"

"It's a natural disaster." Simon met his gaze and said with great certainty. I don't know if he wants to convince Qingge or himself.

"Pfft hahaha." Qing Ge threw his head back and laughed, tears streaming down his face. "It's true that one family doesn't want to enter the same house." He smiled and clapped his hands a few times, then turned into a sarcastic expression. "It seems that you are half aware and half confused. Forget it, you can go figure it out on your own, I won't accompany you." Qing Ge walked towards the door and suddenly turned around as if remembering something, "By the way, I'll go find it." Li Ruo was lost and his body was not found. Li Ruo can't be found, and will never be found." He blinked, and his actions, which were obviously very naughty and cute, felt inexplicably cold.

He left with light steps like a cat, and the moonlight was hazy, as if no one had ever been there.

Simon slowly sat on the chair and looked at the moon outside the window.

He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

Sure enough, no one can be free and easy when things come to their own head.

END

The author has something to say: Huh...then, this book comes to an end! It's an honor to spend more than a year with you all. Is there any friends who have been following it since the first chapter?

This is the end of my first article in Jinjiang. Although there are many things that I am not satisfied with, I am still very happy to meet you. The number of comments and collections now makes me very happy.

If you have any other extras you want to watch, you can leave a message and let me know. After all, saying goodbye like this is a bit sudden for me.

Thank you for accompanying me all the way. Then, see you in the world!

The next article: "A Sword of Frost and Cold Frost in Fourteen States" (or "Flowers Falling to Know the Cold") (tentative name)

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Chapter 93 Extra 4: There is always moonlight to guide you

Extra 4: There is always the moonlight to

guide .

The sound of water.

Birdsong.

Quarrel, no more than five people.

There was a woman.

Footsteps.

Someone is approaching. What is he going to do?

Wait, where am I? !

"Oh my God, you scared me! Are you awake?" The girl with two braided braids pushed the door in. When she opened the door, she saw him sitting up suddenly, and he was so frightened that the basin in his hand almost overturned.

The man sat up the moment she pushed the door open, staring at her with a pair of sharp wolf-like eyes, "Why are you here?"

The girl was stunned by his question, "Me? I live here! I'm not here. Where should I go from here?" The girl was not at all intimidated by his stern gaze. She strode towards his direction and dumped a basin of clothes on the bed where he was lying. "You have quite a strong vitality. You are so energetic just after waking up. Hey, move over there and make some room for me. I have to fold my clothes."

The man was a little confused. He was disturbed by the girl's natural expression and subconsciously retracted his legs.

This was obviously a single bed, or a girl's bed. It was already very small for a "big guy" like him, who was almost 1.9 meters tall. The way he curled up looked a bit pitiful and funny.

"Am I not dead?" This was his first thought.

Like falling off a cliff and being rescued by someone who didn't know him.

But wait! wrong!

The man suddenly stood up and grabbed the girl's collar. His eyes were unabashedly stuck on her face for a long time, and then he looked down in a very submissive manner, "Are you a woman...?" Her

breasts are a bit small. .

The girl was obviously stunned by his move. She was stunned for two seconds. There was a crisp sound, and a five-fingerprint suddenly appeared on the man's face. "Scoundrel!"

When the girl slapped herself for the third time, , the man came back to his senses and quickly grabbed the attacking wrist.

He only acted subconsciously, but his strength was so great that the girl didn't even struggle, her eyes turned red, "Let go... let go!"

The man let go of his hand like an electric shock. "I...I didn't mean to..."

The girl's plain white wrist was red, and she glared at him angrily, "Go away! You white-eyed wolf!"

The man became serious after hearing this, and said very seriously, " I'm not a white-eyed wolf, I just have white fur, but my eyes are still black. "

...

In the end, he didn't leave because the girl's wrist was really badly injured and it hurt when she exerted force, so he wanted to stay and do it unfinished. tasks such as folding clothes and chopping firewood.

"Hey, my name is Dong Ling, what's your name?" The girl stood watching him folding clothes and asked while rubbing her wrists.

"I don't have a name."

"Ah, I understand." Dong Ling leaned over and looked at him, "You have lost your memory, right?"

"...Yes."

He had realized that he had come to a new one. In the world, he can't explain his past, so he just goes along with it.

Dong Ling seemed to be particularly happy with his answer, and even his tone became much lighter, "Look, you were rescued by me, so I am your savior. You don't have anything anyway." "I remember, why don't you just stay and be my... friend, okay?"

When she asked, her voice dropped at the end, looking a little cautious.

He simply had nowhere to go, so the man nodded, "Okay."

"That's great!" Dong Ling jumped up with joy, "I'm going to cook! I'm going to have a big meal at noon today to celebrate your coming!"

He never thought that his arrival would one day become something worth celebrating. .

He watched her little body busy in the kitchen, humming a tuneless song, as happy as a lark flying in the bushes.

The sun was so bright today that even someone like him, who had not seen the sun for a long time, couldn't help but feel nostalgic for the warmth.

"Hiss..." Her hand softened, and the fish in her hand fell down and fell into the basin.

His grip was so strong that she couldn't even lift the fish.

"I'll do it." The man took the still flapping fish and raised the knife with his hand, without any sloppiness in his deft movements.

"You are so awesome." The girl squatted aside and looked at him with joyful admiration in her eyes. "Every time I kill a fish, I make a mess. It takes a long time just to clean up the kitchen."

The man divided two by three. He ended the life of the fish, cleaned it and put it in the pot, "How to do it?"

"Hmm... braise it." The girl sniffed, "I haven't eaten it for a long time."

In the end, he cooked the lunch, and She was only responsible for helping him find seasoning supplies and constantly praising his skills.

"I didn't expect you could cook." The girl put a piece of fish in her mouth and stuck out her tongue because it was so hot, "It's quite delicious!"

In fact, he had done many jobs in order to make a living. Before becoming a mercenary, he He has also worked as a chef, but he has not cooked for a long time. He has not even eaten cooked food for several years.

The girl frowned and looked a little distressed, "Actually, there should have been rabbit meat to eat today. Unfortunately, when I went to see it this morning, although the trap had been destroyed, the rabbit inside was missing. It must have been stolen by someone."

The man asked tentatively, "Do you like eating rabbit meat?"

"It's okay." The girl shrugged, "The main thing is that I can't hunt other animals, so I can only make a small trap to catch rabbits.

"Yeah, let me go." "

Huh?" The girl opened her eyes.

"When I go hunting later, what do you want to eat?"

...

He can no longer transform into a wolf.

When he discovered this, he felt extremely relaxed.

Those years turned into a big dream. No one would push him back to the dark cave life. He didn't have to kill people, and he didn't have to do anything to get the next meal, let alone live a life where there was no tomorrow.

In fact, he can capture prey without resorting to his wolf form.

When he returned to the cabin with a small deer on his shoulders, he saw a group of men teasing around the girl and talking nonsense. The girl didn't show any weakness at all, she just yelled curses at them and held the broom in her hand tightly.

A man smiled obscenely and said, "Dong Ling, you are not simple, you can steal a man?"

He burst into laughter as he spoke.

"You fart!" she spat, "I rescued that one!"

"Rescued it for what? Are you going to marry someone?"

"I want you to control it!" She yelled, "You don't either You look like a weasel, are you worthy of being here with my aunt?"

"Hey, you're still angry? You have a backer. Hey, hey, hey."

The wretched man was horrified to find that his feet were off the ground, and a man with silver hair and dark green eyes was standing behind him. "Help, help, help." !"

The man seemed to dislike him for being noisy, and threw it aside. The fall on the grass did not kill anyone, it only flipped the person over. Several men immediately ran away, uttering harsh words in their mouths.

"Who are they?"

"A bunch of idiots!" The girl cursed at the backs of the group of people before realizing what she had said, and immediately blushed, "I mean, a group of... um..."

"Idiots." Man Qingpiaopiao then said a curse word.

The girl was immediately amused, "Yeah, yes!"

"Hey, you are so awesome! Is this the deer you hunted?"

"Yeah."

"So fast! You just went out not long ago!"

"It's okay."

... ...

Life in the village is actually very simple. We work at sunrise and rest at sunset. He never asked her why the group of people showed up at her door, and the two of them kept silent about it.

When dusk fell, both of them were lying on the bed preparing to rest.

"I am an orphan." The girl's voice was mixed with the dusk, as if coming from the junction of heaven and earth. "My grandfather picked me up in a wolf den under a mountain one winter and named me 'Dong Ling'."

The man didn't make a sound and listened in silence.

"When I was fifteen years old, my grandfather fell ill and passed away, so I had to live alone. They all laughed at me as a wolf cub picked up from a wolf den. Without my grandfather, people in the village bullied me, saying that I was too old. I can get married.

But I don't want to marry them. They are not good people.

I can do everything by hunting, washing and cooking, and making baskets and weaving. I just need one person. Stay with me."

He heard a soft sigh, followed by the sound of fabric rubbing, "I'm not afraid of the dark, but it's too cold to be alone." "Huh?

" "I thought you were asleep." "No, I was listening." "You said..." She hesitated, "They said I was a wolf cub and couldn't marry a man. Only a wolf would marry me. What they said was Really?" The man was silent for a while, "Really?" "Hey!" The girl took out the pillow and threw it at him, "Why are you so incapable of talking?" She seemed to be just joking ! , but the ending sounds like crying. "I didn't lie to you." The man stood up, picked up the pillow, walked over and put it away again. The darkness didn't seem to have the slightest effect on his movements. The girl shrank back into the bed and muffled the quilt and said, "Forget it, I won't argue with you. What about you? Tell me about your story." Then she changed her tune, "No, you forgot about it. " I remember the same thing." The girl raised her head and looked at him, "What?" In the darkness, the man's dark green eyes reflected a strange light, but she was not afraid at all, and instead reached out to touch him. The light looked like stars. "I'm a wolf." The girl was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, "How can you be so coaxing?" After saying that, she giggled again, half of her face buried in the quilt, and the exposed part was a little red. . "Hey," she called him again. "Huh?" "Please pledge yourself to me." Her eyes flickered and she smiled a little shyly. "Look, you have nowhere to go, and I need a companion. Since you said you are a wolf, then you should marry me. If one day you find another girl you like... I will let you go." "...Okay." But many, many years have passed, so long that they have forgotten these words, and the man has never left. No matter how cold the moonlight is, there is always a ray of light willing to lead you home. The author has something to say: This is an extra story by Miss Ying Sansan. Today is the Lantern Festival. I hope you can spend every festival in the future with the people you like. The moonlight is so beautiful tonight. Extra: Valentine's Day special, let's open up some ideas. What if, and I mean suppose, these two went to our modern world. Although we have promised that spring is about to begin, the temperature has been falling at all costs in the past few days, and it was particularly cold on this Wednesday night, which is close to the Spring Festival. Thorkel zipped up his clothes and pushed open the door. It was already dark at this time, and the colorful lights on the street made the whole street sparkle. Even in such a cold weather, there were still many couples on the road. Most of the girls were holding roses in their hands. Either one or a bunch. You can walk a few steps and meet someone asking, "Sir, can you buy a flower for your girlfriend?" Buy flowers. This is Thorkel's first year in this world and his first Valentine's Day experience. If it hadn't been for the young employees in the store clamoring to close early today, he wouldn't have known that today was such a special day. Of course, I didn't know that on Valentine's Day, I had to buy flowers. Sokel took a second look at the bouquet of roses. It's not very pretty, at least in his opinion, it's not as pretty as the potted flowers Cheng Yuan raised on the balcony. The hawker was quite clever. Seeing him staring at the flowers, he hurriedly stepped forward to sell them, "Sir, please give me a rose. One rose means wholeheartedness, ninety-nine means longevity, and one thousand, three hundred and fourteen means a lifetime." In one life, if we wait until there are three thousand three hundred and forty-four flowers, we will be together forever in life after life." "Life after life," Thorkel thought, "that's good." However, Thorkel did not buy back more than 3,000 roses, mainly because the vendor did not prepare so many. Who would have thought that people would buy so many roses on the street. So that night, when Cheng Yuan opened the door, the first thing he saw was a large handful of red roses. "Why are you still buying flowers? Come in, it's cold outside." After closing the door, Cheng Yuan put his hand on the young man's hand and complained softly, "It's such a cold day, I won't be afraid of freezing my hands when I hold it back." "It's not cold. ." Thorkel shook his head. His female didn't seem very happy, not at all like the women on the street who received flowers. "Don't you like it?" Cheng Yuan smiled. He took the large bouquet of roses, looked up at his young man and said in a low voice, "I like it." It's not the roses that he likes, but the one who gave them to him. people. "How do you know how to buy flowers?" Cheng Yuan found a vase and put the flowers in it. "Everyone else has it," Thorkel said. Everyone else has it, so I want you to have it too. Thorkel thought. "Then just buy one. Why buy so many." The bouquet was too big to fit in the slender vase, so Cheng Yuan was about to divide the flowers into two bouquets.

"It can't be dismantled." Thorkel stepped forward quickly and stopped his movement. "It can't be broken down for a long time."

Thorkel paused for a moment, frowning as if he was annoyed, "There are not enough flowers, there is no more life, only a long time."

Cheng Yuan took a moment to understand what he was talking about, and puffed. A laugh broke out. He stood on tiptoes and kissed the corner of the orc's mouth. "It's good to be long-lasting. It will last longer than all the lifetimes."

This was a very gentle kiss, like a budding willow branch touching the sparkling water. The lake surface carries the warmth and lightness of spring. However, Thorkel felt that this kiss was not suitable for this holiday.

Not suitable for this night either.

A hand was clasped behind his head, not very hard, but moved forward slightly to intensify the kiss.

The originally gentle rhythm suddenly sped up, and Cheng Yuan didn't understand why this young man who was usually calm and restrained became so intense when it came to things like this. The aggressive tongue swept across every inch of the mouth, delicately comforting the teeth, and finally entangled with the master's well-behaved tongue, teasing it to dance with him, a completely ungentlemanly, full of tongue. Original dance.

"Well..." Cheng Yuan was so stunned by the kiss that he gently pushed the young man's chest to signal him not to be so impatient.

Cheng Yuan, who finally regained air, leaned on the young man's shoulder and panted gently, but the man had no intention of giving up. The delicate kiss followed the corner of the mouth, skimmed the cheek, followed the fragile neck, and lingered on the sensitive neck. The strength started with restraint and ended with indulgent sucking, with a slight pain and continuous numbness.

Cheng Yuan shrank his neck and subconsciously wanted to hide, but his pajamas were lifted up at some point. A pair of hands got in with malicious intentions, covering the warm and delicate skin and wandering around, without any rules and making it impossible to dodge. His especially ticklish waist was being touched and kneaded. Cheng Yuan's legs went weak and he almost fell on top of him, but his hands became more confident and tried to get into his pants.

The two buttocks were covered by those hands, and they were kneaded into strange shapes. The underwear was squeezed into the crack of the buttocks, rubbing against the soft skin. Cheng Yuan's whole body was tightly attached to Thorkel. He could feel that the thing under the man's crotch had awakened, and he raised his head eagerly,

"Thokel... don't stay here, go to the bed." Cheng Yuan He whispered begging for mercy in someone's ear.

Fortunately, the young man never played those tricks. After receiving the instruction, he immediately picked up the person and strode into the bedroom.

Cheng Yuan had been staying in the bedroom before Thorkel came back. The lights were still on at this time. Cheng Yuan, who was lying on his back on the bed, suddenly faced the bright chandelier, which was a little dazzling for a moment. However, before he could cover it with his hands, the young man's body had already covered him, casting a large shadow.

Thorkel put his hands on both sides of Cheng Yuan's head and looked at him from top to bottom. His eyes were so focused and serious, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance in his eyes and then in his heart.

After what seemed like a moment of silence, Cheng Yuan lowered his eyes and reached out to unbutton his pajamas.

One, two...

fragile collarbones were exposed first, then the white chest and the slowly rising and falling belly.

The skin that has not been exposed to sunlight all year round is extremely fair, probably because the owner pays great attention to health and has a good foundation. Although the skin is not as good as that of a seventeen-year-old boy, it is still warm and greasy on the hands, making people reluctant to move away.

To be precise, that person is Thorkel.

The last button was unbuttoned by the man, and the man's upper body was finally completely exposed to the air. The cool air stimulated the skin to produce tiny particles, but his body began to turn red. The pajamas on the upper body fell messily to the sides. It was made of pure cotton with the same temperament as this man. It was harmless, gentle, and allowed people to do whatever they wanted.

Cheng Yuan was confused by this unabashed lustful look. He raised his eyes and looked at the young man on top of him, and asked softly, "Why don't you turn off the lights?"

Perhaps, he couldn't wait until the lights were turned off.

"Cheng Yuan," Thorkel called him.

The man tilted his head, waiting for his words.

"Can I go a little too far tonight?"

"Huh?" The man blinked his eyes in confusion at first, then understood, and his face immediately turned red. The gentle voice that should have echoed in the classroom gave him an answer repeated countless times, "Okay."

However, Cheng Yuan did not expect that the "excessive" the young man said was actually very excessive.

He was suddenly turned over, and his pants and underwear were suddenly pulled off. Cheng Yuan couldn't help but wince when his private parts were suddenly exposed so clearly. The next second, someone hugged her waist and pulled her back, and her hips were raised high due to the change in posture, like a feast being served in front of someone. He heard the sound of the belt being untied behind him, and then the young man's warm body came close to his buttocks, together with the long-awakened genitals, gently slapping his buttocks time and time again.

"Reach out your hands and spread your buttocks."

Thorkel stroked from the tailbone all the way along the spine, as if coaxing him.

Cheng Yuan only whimpered, his body trembling with shame, but his hands obediently stretched back, grabbed the two plump buttocks, and spread them widely to both sides, revealing the tightly closed holes inside.

"Hmm!" He could feel the huge glans pressing against the fragile hole, but it was too small for him and not moist enough. Forcing it in would only cause harm to him.

Thorkel obviously didn't want to hurt him. He just imitated the frequency of sexual intercourse, thrusting shallowly at the hole, like a traveler, holding the door with great patience and perseverance.

Cheng Yuan thought about just coming in, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only make a small whimper and try to relax the hole in a flattering manner.

Finally, the owner of the house gave up and opened the door cautiously. However, the traveler was not the gentleman he had imagined.

The hole was opened little by little by the glans, and the delicate intestinal wall was slowly but surely broken open by the genitals, without crushing every fold. Cheng Yuan could only breathe as hard as he could. This was the first time Thorkel came in without any foreplay, but he didn't feel any pain, only a slight fever, with a strange sense of satisfaction.

Like the continuous clouds before a rainstorm, the penis was not fully immersed. It was only halfway in, then slowly pulled out a little, and then entered again.

When everyone finally went in, Thorkel put his arms around Cheng Yuan's waist and let out a contented sigh. The warm intestinal wall pressed tightly against his genitals, and even the subconscious contractions brought an excellent experience.

Cheng Yuan's arms had no strength. He opened his legs to the maximum, and his waist sank deeply, forming an arch bridge shape with his body, making his buttocks appear rounder.

Under the slightly warm yellow light, this naked body appeared in front of him like a sacrifice. It was neither charming nor delicate, but this kind of obedience at the mercy of others was more enchanting than any other posture. It shocked Thorkel's senses even more.

A dry kiss fell on the tailbone, and Cheng Yuan grasped the sheets tightly.

The next moment, the rough impact came mercilessly, and every time he was completely penetrated, the waist was tightly grasped, as if he was trying to rub him into the body and merge into one. Cheng Yuan buried his face into the soft pillow, and the violent thrusts from underneath him turned his breathing into a broken moan. He bit his lower lip and refused to make a sound.

However, the young man behind him was not prepared to let him succeed. His back was pressed against the warm body, and his nipples were aroused under the rough fingers. Even the unorganized rubbing made them stand up.

"Call out." The young man said. "The baby is not at home today."

Only then did Cheng Yuan understand why Thorkel suddenly said yesterday that he would send the baby to his parents for a day.

"You turned out to be..." He started to accuse, but in an instant he could no longer dwell on this unimportant issue. The fine pleasure spread along his spine like a weak electric current. He had no energy to think about it anymore, and a broken moan came out of his mouth.

"Call my name."

"So... Thorkel... ah... um..."

The voice of the female calling her name is the best aphrodisiac. The young man straightened his upper body and fucked hard, as if he wanted to fuck the body. Body broken.

"Uh... ha... uh huh..." The female's voice was mixed with shallow sobs, as if she had been bullied severely, but she was unwilling to complain. The female's soft little hole was already a bright red, with fine white foam forming at the hole, and the sexual organ in her crotch was completely excited. She spit out the juice happily as long as it was caressed by the young man's hand.

Cheng Yuan's broken hair on his forehead was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears. His eyelashes were so tangled that even if he tried to open his eyes, they would only open a crack. He didn't know how long this unstructured sex would last. His thighs should start to tremble, but the hand was restlessly stroking the sensitive inner side, making him almost unable to hold his body.

At the moment he climbed to the top, he heard Thorkel say in his ear:

"Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day." He thought, but had no strength to say these words.