Orcs Build a Well-off Society

For the game of "poker" that was "invented" by civilization, it quickly won all the favors including Chelsea. Only what makes Wenming and Parson feel unwilling is that after learning these people, they all let them rest for the reason that they can't be tired of them-hum (#‵′)! Don't because he doesn't know that you think that there are two decks of cards and there are eight people that are not good to score...

Making friends by mistake, making friends by mistake...Wingwen and Parson sat on a soft bed covered with many layers of animal skins, and looked at the six people who were more and more interested in playing with envious and jealousy. But fortunately, no matter how interested Palos and Crusch are, they will also focus most of their attention on their lover-of course, this also greatly increases their chances of losing.

See Wenming and Parson gritted their teeth-just play cards when you play, be serious! It's a shame to lose!

There is no way to play. Fortunately, both Wenming and Parson know that they are carrying a little bun. Well, it is also a good way to exchange experience with the pregnant husband (?!).

"Say..." Wenming was chatting, and the topic suddenly turned to a weird place... "That Parson... Do you know how the Orcs gave birth?"

"Puff..." Because they were afraid of quarreling the two people carrying buns, they all went to the living room to play. Palos and Crusch said that otherwise they would not play and take care of their own baby, but civilized and Seeing them having a good time, Parson thought that they were not fragile anymore, so he threw them into the living room.

Anyway, there is not much distance between them, and it is okay to shout loudly when the time comes. After repeatedly ensuring that there would be no problems, Parson and Wenming began to chat with each other.

"...Uh, I don't know about this...but I'm also quite curious." Although he was taken aback by the question of civilization at first, Parson quickly reacted and turned his head to look at civilization. , "Chelsea is outside, or... go and ask?"

"... Forget it," Civilization felt that he didn't have the courage to accept the answer. You know, logically speaking, there must be no such thing as a uterus in his body-you know that he had to do it every few years. During the physical examination, the doctor never said that there was anything extra in his body "parts".

However, the civilization still clearly remembers what I heard at the time about becoming lovers, when the orcs and sub-orcs did what they love to do, what about the orcs would transform the body of the sub-orcs (?), At that time, if the time and place are in harmony with people, the sub-orcs affected by the orcs will "win the prize"...

At that time, not only will the budding little buns be picked up, but also a small space suitable for the survival of the little buns will be automatically formed in the body, and then the little buns will grow up...

Oh my goodness, that one is not the legendary "womb" kind of artifact, right?

Civilization’s current concern is not that something like a "womb" appears in its body now, and it is also worried that after the small buns are "ripened", the growth environment of that small bun will not exist?

"Of course not, otherwise the chances of the sub-orcs having cubs will be greatly increased!" It turned out that civilization had already said the last sentence without knowing it. Parson smiled, "Although I don't know what you are worried about, Dad once told me that only when the cubs exist, there will be a space suitable for the cubs to live in the body of the demi-orcs. Wait for the cubs to give birth. After we come out, that thing will slowly disappear. In other words, after we give birth to the cubs, after a short period of time, they will be no different from normal demi-orcs."

"Oh," Wenming agreed, and his eyes slid onto Parson's round belly. To be honest, he really didn't feel like holding a little bun in his stomach, but seeing Parson's appearance, he felt a little bit of "pity for the same sickness".

Probably because the baby in Parson’s belly is a small Asian orc, so his baby’s "cradle" is closer to the size of that distant cousin’s belly in the memory of civilization...

Hmm, I don't know if the little orc bun in my stomach is the little orc bun. Although it's almost three months, if it's a small Asian orc, there should be some suffering, right? But how long is the gestation period of the leopard? Palos is talking about ninety days? Exactly three months?

Ah, by the way, if Parson had a little orc in his belly, he should have been born a long time ago? Because it is a sub-orc, it takes longer... and, there is still a question of time. In the end, how many months should Parson's pregnancy be?

Oh, he knew that Palos didn't understand these aspects at all, he said nothing!

While being broken in his heart, Wenming continued to pay attention to Parson’s stomach again and again without any pressure...until...

"Parson?! Parson, what's the matter with you, Parson?" Because it seemed that he heard the screaming voice, Wenming quickly moved his eyes from Parson's belly to Parson's face, and it turned out to be incredible-just now Parson's ruddy face suddenly turned pale, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead...

"What, what?!" Civilization wanted to yell, but before that, Parson stretched out a hand to grasp Civilization's wrist. The force was so powerful that it pained Civilization's scream before it broke through his throat. Got to return to the stomach.

"Next...below..." Parson's speech also began to be a bit intermittent, but Civilization did not dare to neglect, so he quickly looked down, because of the animal skins, he still couldn't see clearly...Civilization looked at Parson's pain. I quickly reached out with my other free hand-it was hot and humid. I retracted my hand and saw that all my fingers were full of red liquid...

Civilization felt that the impact was too great, and his mind was already a little dizzy. The tip of his nose smelled the smell of rust on his fingers. Civilization didn't care about being caught by Parson's wrist that hurts more and more, and screamed: "Palos... Palos! Palos! Come in quickly! Hurry up!" A trembling cry.

So... it was quiet outside for a second-it broke out in an instant!

Chelsea did not expect that he would encounter this situation if he came to a friend's house once to play, but now is not thinking about other times, among a group of people, he is the most calm: "It's too late, Parson is going to give birth."

As soon as these words came out, the a few people who were a little confused were even more at a loss, especially Crusch, holding Parson, his eyes fixed on his lover's face, and his eyes were about to be bloodshot.

It was reasonable to say that when the Orc was born, his lover should be held by his lover and sent to the great witch at the first time-because it saves time compared to running over to ask the great witch, and it is not that serious at the beginning, so it can be forced. Let the orcs hug and run.

But firstly, Chelsea is already here, and secondly, Parson’s situation can no longer tolerate running to his own fully prepared home, so he hurriedly asked Samuelson to run back to his home to get the auxiliary things and herbs. Bring them all-there is Miller in the house, he knows what to prepare, and Samuelson is of the Northern Clan, no one can match the speed of running on the snow.

Civilization had been shocked before, and now I faintly felt a little discomfort in his stomach, but seeing that Parson was already bloodless, he swallowed what he had said. Although he is not a woman, he also knows that having children is very dangerous. At this time, he can't disturb Chelsea and Parsons anyway.

Palos had long felt that the blood here was too much and it would scare civilization. Seeing him look a little uncomfortable at this moment, I thought he was scared by the scene here-to be honest, Palos was the first time I saw it, and I thought that my baby would have to go through it again...

For a moment, Palos's face looked very ugly.

He put his hand on the eyes of Civilization, half-handed and half-hugged his lover out of the room, he and Xiao Ming stayed there and couldn't help-Crushy now wants no one to touch Parson . Had it not been for the knowledge that Parson had to ask Chelsea to give birth to a cub, he would have gone mad.

Feeding the warm honey water to Wenming to drink, Palos kissed Wenming’s forehead, which was a little cold from a cold sweat, while gently stroking the other’s back with his other hand: "...Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid of Xiaoming. , It's okay, it's okay."

Samuelson's speed was very fast. A few minutes later, I saw a huge snow fox coming with something in its mouth. Affected his speed, so he didn't come), put the thing down and instantly transformed into a human form, Samuelson nodded towards Palos and rushed in.

After a while, Samuelson came out, and Neil also helped prepare the table with hot water or something.

Even in the outside, Civilization could hear Parson’s painful voice, he couldn’t help grasping Palos’ forearm tightly, and put the other hand on his stomach—I don’t know what’s going on. Probably because of environmental infections, hearing the pain conveyed in Parson's voice, civilization can't help but get nervous, and feel that his stomach is also "resonating".

"It's okay, Xiao Ming, your face looks bad." Neil wiped the sweat from Wenming's forehead with the warm veil, Palos nodded at Neil, took the veil and continued to wipe Wenming's cheek .

Civilization wasn't weak, it was just a sudden startle, and now I feel much better in Palos' arms. Regardless of Neal and Sigmund's still being here, Civilization raised his neck and rubbed his cheek on Palos' chin: "I was really scared just now. Parson was born prematurely? It won't be caused by me. Right?"

Speaking of later times, civilization’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed together. Oh my God, don’t be like that, because your own sins would be too great—civilization is now in a vicious circle. If it weren’t for fear of bad luck, I almost went through all the bad results in my head.

I also think that it is affected by the mood, even some of the pain in the stomach is subconsciously considered as an illusion and ignored...

But before the brain replenishment of civilization started, I heard Parson's voice in the room inside. Civilization's heart was about to touch his throat, and suddenly Parson's voice came from inside...

"Whhhhhhh..." Before he could spit out a breath of civilization, he heard the baby's loud cry inside.

"...Cough..." He choked into the throat with a half breath, Wenming patted his chest, and looked at Palos at each other. Both of them saw the surprise in each other's eyes, "Born?!"

I have to say that Parson's fast speed unknowingly gave civilization a reassurance.

After a while, the closed door opened, and Chelsea came out holding the baby. Although Cruuchy was happy that Parson gave birth to him a cute (Cruchy: Although it is crumpled, it will be longer in the future. The more charming!) The little Asian orc, but his lover is really the most important.

Seeing Chelsea take the little guy out, for an instant, the civilized paternal love (?) that was affected by the little bun in his stomach broke out in an instant, he couldn't wait to stand up and take a look at the little guy—you know, Although he is a sub-orc, he is still a man, giving birth or something, and he still needs to do some preparations-the little bun in his stomach hasn't come out yet...

I also think it was affected by my father's thoughts, and the little guy in the stomach of civilization stopped doing it. Therefore, when Wenming stood up abruptly, he clearly felt that something hot and humid seemed to flow down the roots of the thighs...

Although Palos' nose had been affected by the blood in Parson's room before, the smell of his lover would never admit it wrong. At the moment he thought of a possibility and turned his face pale...Civilization turned his head and smiled stiffly at Palos: "That... Palos, it seems... our baby can't wait..."

As soon as the voice fell, Chelsea, who was still holding the newly born Asian Orc, was immediately taken aback by Palos. What he said became stammered: "Great Witch! What...what to do...Xiao Ming, he...he too. ..."

"...What?...and...what are you still doing in a daze?" Chelsea, who had spent a lot of energy just now, hadn't had time to wash off the blood on his body, immediately put the child into the nearest Neil's arms, and his voice was so nervous. Changed, "Hurry up and prepare!"

The author has something to say: What about giving birth to small buns? After discussing with the sisters in the group for a long time, Shao finally decided not to write about the specific process. What is important is not the process, but the important result! So, for the cute little buns in the future, parents should not neglect the process carelessly...

Saying that I am a real father, I still can’t bear to make Xiaoming suffer~(≧▽≦)/~

Shao is going to test probability theory tomorrow... The exam is really painful QAQ. Originally, Shao thought about suspending the update during the exam, but I owed the code again to save the manuscript... Well forget it, although only Save one chapter, but let's post it.

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