MTL - Orc Predator-~ ☆ chapter rejected

in the forest.

There was a soft "click" sound of broken bones, and the giant python's head fell off without a sound. Ah Liu calmly put away the scimitar and continued walking, the hem of the black cloak streaked across the ground from time to time, making him look like a ghost walking through the dense forest.

John followed, a stunned expression on his face. Is that blow just now the strength that a natural female should have? Are you kidding me? ! Even an orc can't kill him so neatly, okay?

There was also a look of shock in Hal's eyes, you know, he always hated weak and willful females, and thought they were useless. But at this time, when he really encountered an existence that subverted the common sense, he really didn't accept it. This is simply a powerful orc in natural female skin!

Ah Liu didn't feel much about the addition of these two new companions, but Cedric was secretly dissatisfied in his heart. This was a chance to be alone with Ah Liu, and it was broken just like that. The two new companions expressed their understanding of the silver-haired orc's feelings, but they had nowhere to go because of the beast tide, and they were not strong enough to reach other gathering areas while ensuring their own safety. Therefore, after careful consideration last night, this The orc companions agree that it is safest to follow Cedric and Ah Liu through the forest, so they have to pretend to know nothing and be a light bulb. And they have no interest in challenging the tyrannosaurus, and they will leave on their own after reaching a place near the next safe zone.

A group of people moved forward with their own thoughts, Ah Liu at the front suddenly stopped. He looked down at his feet. There was a small piece of land there that was darker in color than other places. The end of the nose smelled.

"Blood, and the urine of the Tyrannosaurus rex." Cedric took the non-orc's hand solemnly, took a deep sniff close to his nose, and said solemnly.

Ah Liu's body froze for a moment and then recovered immediately, he threw off the orc unceremoniously and strode forward. Cedric's expression remained unchanged, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he lifted his heels.

Meanwhile, the Tenth District.

Les looked at the orc in front of him and sighed. Joe Drummond approached the non-orc slowly like a demonstration, his eyes fixed on the two "bodyguards" behind him.

Norkeiro shrugged his shoulders, and took a half step back knowingly. He was very self-aware, and he could never be the opponent of the J clan. Anyway, he was only here to protect the heir of the Longte clan under the orders of his father. Since the real guardians of the family have come, he has no interest in joining in the fun, although this natural female is really beautiful. Noelke yawned, feeling a little regretful. If he had known that he would be a light bulb here, he might as well chat with that interesting little female in Augustine's house.

As for Hall Blevins, his face was expressionless, his eyes were empty, he didn't know what he was thinking, he turned a blind eye to Joe Drummond's movements and had no interest in them, completely immersed in his own thoughts.

"Are you injured?" Turning his gaze to Rice, Drummond's eyes were instantly gentle, with a little self-blame. Damn lizard, he knew where the purple-haired non-orc was going but didn't tell himself, which made him waste so many days wandering in the forest.

"How is it possible?" Les replied lukewarmly, his half-closed eyes making people unpredictable, "At this time, why shouldn't you appear here as the heir of the Yu clan, Joe Drummond?"

Joe just smiled brightly: "The Yan clan is very strong, and it can handle this level of beast tide. I am your guardian, and of course I must protect you first."

"Oh—" Leslie replied in a long voice, and suddenly narrowed his eyes. "Do you like painting?" The non-orc suddenly turned to look at him and spoke, and after a moment of reaction, Joe realized that the natural female was actively talking to him.

"I like it!" Drummond stood at attention reflexively excited, and replied loudly.

"So, do you like oil painting or sketching?" Rice continued to ask with a smile.

"Oil painting." Joe replied, a little strange in his heart. He didn't understand why the non-orcs suddenly asked him these questions. Could it be the so-called... looking for a common topic in order to cultivate relationships? Thinking of this, the orc was suddenly excited, and stood upright, staring at Les with a pair of emerald green eyes.

"Then please don't move, and it's best not to make a sound." Les said, turned and rummaged through the cabinet, took out a drawing board after a while, smiled at the orc, and slowly sketched lines on the paper.

The orc was so dazzled by that smile, he obediently followed what Les said. He felt that this was the luckiest day in his life.

Norquero glanced at the drawing board, and pulled up the wooden stake-like Hallbravin and walked out the door. He felt that if he didn't leave before the non-orc finished drawing, he might be angered by the orc and be unlucky.

Time passed, until it was late, and Joe Drummond stood motionless for seven or eight hours. He didn't feel tired at all. Under the gaze of his sweetheart, the sweat he shed was happiness!

The oil paint is spread on the black and white picture, and the colors are blurred.

For him, drawing something is always calming. When you calm down, you can think better.

"It's done." Les said, took the drawing paper off the shelf, and turned to the orc with a smile, "Want to see it?"

A flash of excitement flashed across the orc's face, and he rushed up to catch the drawing paper carefully regardless of his weak legs. It really is a very complex and beautiful work, the changes of light and shadow under the gorgeous colors are so wonderful, it is like a dream. If there is any shortcoming, it is probably... There is no shadow of him in this painting.

"Les, is this... a winter view of Lake Missby?" Joe looked up at the purple-haired non-orc in frustration, and his green eyes looked pitiful at this moment, like an abandoned puppy.

"Of course." Les nodded unconsciously, "It's a very good painting, isn't it? Francis said that the little female of the Augustine family has always wanted this. I think it would be a good gift."

"Ah, yes. It's just that I thought..." The orc was still downcast. And...but it was given to someone from the Augustinian clan. Is he that bad in the hearts of non-orcs?

"I'm sorry to make you stand for so long, but I just hope that I can not be disturbed." Rice still smiled and said, slowly walking to the window, "I hope you didn't misunderstand anything."

Joe Drummond looked at him for a while, then finally lowered his head.

"It's getting late, so I wish you good night." The non-orc turned his head to look at the sky, his tone was cheerful, as if he didn't notice the emotion of the orc. Just as beautiful and dazzling.

Also as distant as a god.

Also, what am I expecting, that's Lesronte. Joe smiled wryly at the oil painting in his hand, put it gently on the table, turned and left. From behind, a pair of purple eyes looked at his back faintly.

This time, is it finally gone...