Orcs Build a Well-off Society

As the weather gradually got colder, the leaves of the tall green trees surrounding the original tribe gradually began to show a golden color. Compared with the green eyes that have passed for several months, although this golden color does not look so vibrant, it also gives people a feeling of joy.

Since Samuelson identified Chelsea, in addition to hunting every day, he went to Chelsea to "help". Some time ago, the house that the tribe helped to build for him has been completed. He only needs to stock up the food for himself and Bell to eat... Well, of course he has a lot, if Chelsea also come with him, he would be welcome.

Samuelson was helping Chelsea this day, so diligent, even the Miller who looked at him was disgusting-Miller was an Orc who followed Chelsea to learn pharmacology. He is an orphan, and he is somewhat related to Chelsea. Fourteen years old, blue-haired and blue-eyed, he is very delicate and kind in heart.

It's just that the child speaks a little bit poisonously, called "poisonous tongue" for short. He is not very gregarious and simple, but he likes pharmacology very much. After learning that Chelsea trained him as a disciple, I was happy for a long time.

Of course, since Chelsea has cultivated Miller as a disciple, it means that he has already begun to accept Samuelson in his heart-but, this kind of thing, Chelsea will not tell Samuelson so early, let him Let's go tangled and tangled alone!

In the end, I really couldn't watch the idiot Samuelson being jerked around by his master. Miller took the stone **** and prepared to go to the backyard to clean up the weeds in the medicine field. As soon as I came to the yard, I saw Palos rushing in with a gust of wind. For Palos and his lover, Miller still knows. He really likes the petite and cute Orc, but he is worried that his mouth is stupid. When he fails to express his kindness, he makes the other party uncomfortable. He has never had much to do with him. comminicate.

At this moment, seeing him pale in his arms by Palos, and hearing Palos asking where Chelsea is, Miller immediately pointed out the direction. Before saying a word, Palos ran into the house like a gust of wind. NS.

Miller shook his head—he had seen this kind of thing a lot, and any orc who had already performed the ritual did not take good care of the sub-orcs, and treated them like pearls. Thinking of Wenming's pale face just now, Miller paused, and decided to soak some comfortable water before weeding.

Chelsea pressed his hands on several parts of Civilization, ignoring Palos's impatience. When Palos said about civilized vomiting, a light flashed in his eyes. Withdrawing his hand, he saw Palos hurriedly holding civilization into his arms, his mouth crooked.

Here Miller has soaked in water, Samuelson brought out a cup to Chelsea, and Miller gave another cup to civilization. Seeing that Wenming seemed to feel better after drinking the water, he smiled and thanked him, Miller walked out of the room contentedly-as for Palos, orcs, who cares about him!

Of course Palos wouldn't care, but the Orcs were much more "gold and expensive" than the Orcs. When I saw Chelsea’s smile, my eager heart unknowingly relaxed a little—since Chelsea is like this, then Xiao Ming should...probably...maybe...not much problem?

That's the case. After Chelsea took a sip, Palos couldn't wait to say: "...What's wrong with Xiao Ming? Chelsea."

Chelsea tilted his head and looked at Samuelson first. Although he looked at him worriedly, his eyes were filled with himself, and he felt very satisfied in his heart. He didn't answer Palos' question directly. First, he let both Samuelson and Palos go out-no way, now the healer is the big one, and no one dares to keep talking.

When the two of them were out and only him and Wenming were left in the room, Chelsea took Wenming's hand and asked, "Xiao Ming, you said you feel a little sore in your waist these days?"

Civilized's pale face was a little red, but he nodded: "Yeah." He did feel some pain or stiffness in his waist lately, and he was a little top-heavy when he got up in the morning. Of course, there was some soreness in the lower part of the waist—cough cough, this Isn't it because that guy Palos has been intemperate at night? O~>//>//<...

Chelsea blinked: "But isn't your body still growing?" Chelsea said that the civilized body is gradually getting closer to the physical functions of the Orcs here. "In the past few years, your body is most prone to cubs. During the period of time, there is a greater chance of having a cub than the average Orc. This is not surprising. After this period of time, it will slow down, and you will have to wait if you want a cub then."

Palos didn't pay attention to Chelsea's words, he only heard that civilized arms did not repel the little life in his stomach. In an instant, Palos only felt that the sun was shining all over the ground with flowers. As for civilized reproach, haha, all that is full of love! Regardless of anyone else here, Palos gave a big kiss on the forehead of Civilization: "Thank you, Xiao Ming, I'm so happy!"

Civilization also understands Palos's feelings. When he no longer rejects his identity as an orc, when he is no longer repelling the fact that an orc is pregnant, to be honest, now the heart is surging, and it is not full of joy. Love? Who can think of it? In this completely invisible flat belly, there is already a small life growing...

Palos asked all the things Chelsea should pay attention to about the pregnant Orcs, including food, rest time, mood improved, physical condition...the careful look, let you stay in The corners of the civilized mouth in his arms can't stop turning upwards-look, he is more nervous than me.

The orcs have a good memory. They have all the points Chelsea said in their heads and checked them again. Palos is now treating civilization as a true portrayal of "fearing to fall when holding his hands, and fearing to melt in his mouth". . Holding his baby firmly in his arms, Palos felt like he was floating every step he took.

"Palos, hello, oh, and Xiaoming, hello." Along the way, the orcs and sub-orcs who saw the two greeted each other.

Palos not only responded, but also added a smile with a dreamlike (?) smile: "My family has a cub, Xiao Ming, I'm going to be a father hahaha..." Congratulations after receiving the shock of the other party. After that, Palos will continue to walk home with his civilization contented.

Civilization buried his little head in Palos' chest, his face flushed like a tomato: Whoops, Palos, what is your "silly dad" face about? It's embarrassing...

The author has something to say: Shao doesn’t know much about pregnancy, because there is no pregnant woman in the family, and I have never encountered such a thing before, so when there is a major bug, you must help Shao to find it out! It’s not good to laugh and be generous... Uncultured and terrible sand slowly crawls over...

Haha, the buns are finally steamed, don't you work **** the sand? Seek a tiger and kiss~~