Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

The quilt cover was stained, so Qiao Xin took it outside the cave, cleaned up the dirt on it, washed it with hot water, and dried it next to the brazier.

The little guy didn't return to the stone bed, but nestled on Qiao Xin's bed.

Lang Rui frowned, looked at it again and again, and finally determined that Qiao Xin had no intention of moving the little guy away, and finally looked away, keeping out of sight.

Lang Rui went out on patrol.

When I came back early the next morning, the little silver wolf was already awake, limping on one leg, burying his head in a bowl, and chewing the bones loudly.

Appetite looks great.

"I'm back," Qiao Xin threw a relatively complete piece cut from a rag to use as a towel, "Clean it up."

Lang Rui wiped the snowflakes on his body that had melted into water due to his body temperature, and pointed at a pheasant he brought back, "I hunted it while patrolling."

"After wiping, come over and eat." Qiao Xin brought him a large bowl of broth and a bowl of oatmeal rice, "Have a rest after eating!"

Little Silver Wolf had already smelled the smell of a strange wolf. He looked up at Lang Rui and saw that he was familiar with Qiao Xin, so he lowered his head and continued cooking.

Wow, the food at this big sister’s house is so delicious, ouch——

I eat, I eat, I eat eat eat.

Seeing how hard he worked, Qiao Xin added another spoonful of meat to him.

Lang Rui glanced at his bulging belly and said, "Don't feed him too much."

Qiao Xin touched the fur of the little silver wolf and said, "Okay, I think our vegetable bag is half missing. When the wind and snow stop, I will take people to dig more! There were a lot of places to collect firewood yesterday. "

Lang Rui replied to her while eating, "Yeah."

"Have you found the location of the Black Gold Bird?"

"No, the wind and snow are too heavy, and the smell is buried by the heavy snow. I have notified the patrol team to pay attention at all times. Don't worry."

"Eat! It's not enough, there's still more in the pot."

After Lang Rui had eaten, he checked Lang Qing's body and found that his breathing was steady and it was only a matter of time before he woke up.

The little silver wolf walked on three legs and followed him crookedly. His light blue eyes stared at Lang Rui from time to time, "Aw-" Are you a wolf too? !

Lang Rui raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Yeah."

"Ouch - Ouch - Ouch -" I am also a wolf. Don't touch my father. He is sick and cannot be moved.

The little silver wolf howled several times.

"What's your name?"

"Ouch——" I don't have a name yet.

Lang Rui understood that the names of the shadow guards were given by the witches of the Silver Wolf clan.

Lang Rui picked up the fur on the back of the little wolf's neck and gently placed it on Lang Qing, "Don't run around and don't disturb my sleep."

After saying that, he turned around and went to Qiao Xin's bed. As soon as he got up, he smelled the scent of Little Wolf. It was a very light milky scent, not unpleasant, but it made Lang Rui a little uncomfortable.

He got up, took a piece of animal skin from the cabinet, and went to sleep on the sofa in the living room.

Qiao Xin was sitting in the living room grinding flour, and when she saw him coming out, she asked, "...Why don't you sleep on the bed?"

"It smells like a little wolf."

"?"

"Wolves are very territorial, even little wolves are not."

Qiao Xin understood that the orcs still retained some of the habits of the beasts.

She took a new quilt from the space and covered Lang Rui, "This bed doesn't smell like little wolf."

"Yeah." Lang Rui closed his eyes.

Xiaolang hid behind the screen, and when he saw him falling asleep, Xiaolang rubbed his body against Qiao Xin's feet.

Qiao Xin used her foot to lift her several times, but he always came closer, fearing that it would hurt his splinted leg.

She found a piece of dried meat and threw it to him. The little guy's attention was instantly attracted by the dried meat. He hugged the dried meat and fought with the dried meat wholeheartedly.

Lang Qing woke up when Qiao Xin was preparing to cook.

When he woke up, he immediately turned over and put himself on alert. When he saw Lang Rui again, he was stunned and knelt down on one knee, "Young patriarch."

"There is only Lang Rui here, the leader of the Chinese tribe."

"Yes." Without asking for any reason, Lang Qing went straight to the result and said, "Little Wolf."

When the little wolf heard the sound, he fluttered his little fat body and crashed into Lang Qing's arms like a deflected cannonball.

"Well -" Lang Qing was hit so hard that his wounds were split. Knowing that his son was fine, he hurriedly looked at the white fox beside him. He felt the hot temperature and tears filled his eyes. He didn't dare to touch her little little one with his big palms. body of.

"Pour this medicine into her." Qiao Xin brought a bowl of hot water and two pieces of white medicine. After the fever subsided, the white fox's fever started again.

The situation doesn't look very optimistic.

After Qiao Xin checked the wound on her back, sprayed it on and went to steam the buns.

Soon the aroma of wheat filled the cave.

Lang Qing slept for a day and a night without eating any food, and his stomach made a noise when he smelled it.

The little wolf nested under his belly. When he heard the loud noise, he raised his head in confusion, glanced at his belly, jumped off the stone bed, and ran to Qiao Xin, "Ouch--" Sister, I'm hungry.

"Your son?"

Lang Qing hummed.

"Get well soon and move out."

Lang Qing: "..."

The weather was too cold. Before dinner, Lang Rui not only visited all the clan members in the tribe, but also the Green Deer clan to make sure that everyone was fine before going back to have dinner.

The snowstorm lasted for three days and two nights, and the white fox finally woke up.

The white fox's name is Bai Ru, and she is Lang Qing's wife. She is an ordinary orc with no slave mark, but Qiao Xin looks at the utensils and animal skins she uses and does not look like an ordinary orc.

Bai Ru looked at the little wolf chewing dried meat on the stone bed with soft and kind eyes, stretched out her little paws and patted his head.

The little wolf abandoned the dried meat and wanted to jump into his mother's arms, "Ouch."

Before he could pounce, Destiny was grabbed by the scruff of his neck and said, "The injury on your mother's back is very serious. Don't pounce." The little wolf was born this spring and is less than one year old. It is the time when he is ignorant and active. , the little guy's leg was broken, and he was afraid that he would be disabled in the future, and Lang Qing felt a little more distressed.

Lang Qing was afraid that he was neither serious nor serious, so he picked up the dried meat full of saliva in disgust and went to Qiao Xin's... living room.

He couldn't stay in the bedroom.

Qiao Xin also burned a charcoal basin in the living room. She threw two chestnut potatoes in half an hour ago and was pulling them out.

When the little wolf saw it, he jumped down from Lang Qing's body. He looked nothing like a wolf with a broken leg. His three legs flew very fast, and he jumped straight to Qiao Xin, his tail wagging very fast.

Qiao Xin petted the wolf for a while before peeling the chestnut sweet potato and giving it to him.

He didn't care about the heat, he opened his mouth and bit it, and even screamed when it was very hot and didn't let go.

Lang Qing simply couldn't look at it. He turned around and met Lang Rui's gaze, "...He's still young." Just grow longer! Even if his leg is broken, he can't be a shadow guard. He just wants to be happy.

Thinking of this, Lang Qing looked sad.

"Xinxin, please give the little wolf a name!"

Lang Qing was surprised, "You..." The names of Shadow Guards were all given by Wu Lai, but they were usually named after Xiao Lang was seven or eight years old and could see his potential. But the little wolf is already disabled, why is he still there?

"The child's name must be chosen by the parents. I am exercising the rights of other parents. How can that be done?"

Lang Qing grabbed his son, who had eaten so much that the silver-gray hair around his mouth was black, and asked him to lie on the ground. He also knelt down on one knee and said, "Ask the witch to give me a name."

Qiao Xin: "...let me think about it."