Guide to raising male gods [Comprehensive + Sword III]

Kalubi is a super well-behaved quest subject.

He couldn't stand still, Ah Luo stretched out his hand to support his arm, the foreign youth felt the warm touch from his skin, nodded his head, and stopped moving for a moment, only uttering a low short short sound in his throat syllable.

Ah Luo blinked, she didn't hear clearly, but she knew that the person beside her was probably not feeling well at the moment, so she didn't ask further, but helped him into the room first.

The house is simple and the place is very small, there is no place to stay, Ah Luo looked around for a week, couldn't help but frowned, feeling a little distressed.

The person next to him was full of wounds, he couldn't be allowed to sit on the cold ground, Disciple Wanhua looked left and right for a while, his eyes wandered for a moment, and carefully brought him to the bed he had just got up on.

This seems to be a bit, in the... at odds with the reason...

Forget it, you can’t really make people squat on the ground _(:з」∠)_

After Ah Luo settled the young man of the foreign race who bumped into the door in a daze, he got up and lit a candle, then went to find the medicine box and came out to treat his wound.

Disciple Wanhua came over with a dim and warm candlestick, and as soon as he lowered his head, he saw the young man of the foreign race with his hands gently flat on his knees, obediently opening his eyes and looking over.

He is really good, Arrow paused, looked down at him, and couldn't help laughing.

Kalubi's senses are extremely keen. When he heard the voice, he couldn't help raising his red eyes, his eyes were a little dazed.

What happened?He seemed to be asking, Ah Luo looked at it, and the fingers hanging by his side couldn't help moving again.

He seemed to be able to identify the direction based on the sound of her movement, but he wasn't very sure, so he sat quietly, even if he had doubts in his heart, he didn't say anything.

Ah Luo walked in front of him, with a little smile in his voice, lightly poked the young man's pale cheek, and told him: "You're looking in the wrong direction." Then he stretched out his hand to hold his chin and moved it slightly , smiled and said, "I'm here."

Kalubi naturally didn't understand, he was stunned for a while, obediently tilted his head according to the slight force of the person in front of him, and seemed even more at a loss.

But soon, he pursed his lips, and there was a short response in his throat, and the fingers on his knee moved lightly, with some cautious temptations.

He couldn't understand, and he couldn't answer, but he didn't want to be an unconscious burden.

At this time, Ah Luo also felt that something was wrong, he was stunned for a while, and then recalled what he said systematically just now, and then he realized that the foreign youth in front of him probably...couldn't speak the official language of the Central Plains.

Disciple Wanhua couldn't help crying and laughing immediately. Thinking of the respective reactions of the two of them just now, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

"You don't understand my words, right?" Ah Luo tried to make his voice sound softer, bent down a little, touched his wound lightly, trying to make him understand, "show me your wound okay?"

Kalubi seemed to be more restrained than his hands lying flat on his knees. Aro didn't understand where this restraint came from, but he sensed his tightness, and his tone couldn't help but be more soothing.

"Don't be afraid." Disciple Wanhua opened the medicine box, raised his hand and took out a bag of candies that he habitually put in, and couldn't help but bend his eyes, put a piece of candy into the mouth of a young man of a different race, and smiled at him. He said, "Eat one, don't worry, it won't hurt."

Disciple Wanhua only handed the candy to his mouth. Kalubi didn't know what it was, but he didn't intend to resist, but opened his mouth obediently and swallowed the pill-like thing.

This is a taste that the underground people have never felt before. The sweet touch gradually spread from the mouth in an instant. Kalubi lowered his eyes to feel it carefully, and his curled eyelashes could not help but move.

It tasted good, a taste that would never be felt in a dark, dark underground cave.

At this time, Ye Di, who will be famous in the future, does not know that only children in the Central Plains would like to eat this food. There was a touch of emotion.

Ah Luo obviously felt that the tense breath of the person in front of him was relaxed, and he stroked his gray hair soothingly, and started to clean his wound without further delay.

The light at night was too dim, and some minor wounds could not be taken care of. Ah Luo blinked his sore eyes, thought for a while, and took a candle to light it, trying to see clearly.

The person in front of him was very well-behaved, but he seemed to be afraid of light. As soon as the candlestick approached, he felt something terrible and couldn't help but flinch.

When the lights were dimly lit, Disciple Wanhua instantly saw the festering skin on the youth of the foreign race that had been burned by the sun, and the rolled-up appearance was more terrifying than under the moonlight.

At this time, the large wound on his body was almost cleaned up, and the special golden sore medicine was sprinkled on him. Seeing this scene, Ah Luo paused for a moment, then stood up, and quickly put away the candlestick.

The room was instantly covered by the cold moonlight. Ah Luo walked back to the young man of the foreign race, gently rubbed his soft gray hair with cool fingers, and said to him in a warm voice, "Don't be afraid."

Kalubi looked at her with his eyes open.

Different from the bright and dim candlelight, the bright white moonlight seems to be cold, falling from the clouds, and the temperature can hardly be felt.

The only light source in the room was gone, but Kalubi didn't feel cold. He even thought that even if the person in front of him brought that horrible thing like sunlight, he wouldn't move anymore.

Such a person is what the old patriarch once said, the god who saves people from suffering.

The gods will not harm him.

Living in the desert at night, if you can't keep out the cold, maybe you will become a stiff popsicle tomorrow morning.

Kalubi's eyes couldn't see, and he was seriously wounded by a knife. A Luo wrapped him tightly like a silkworm chrysalis with a soft quilt, and specially dug out an animal skin donated by the villagers to cover him.

"Be obedient at night, don't freeze." When he was placed to leave, disciple Wanhua tucked him in the corners of the blanket, still reassuring him, and patted his head lightly.

The alien youth nodded quietly with his eyes closed, looking docile and well-behaved. This period of time was enough for him to comprehend some simple meanings from the person in front of him, which can be described as novel and serious.

Seeing him like this, Ah Luo nodded in satisfaction, turned and walked in another direction.

The bed was given up to the injured who broke in late at night, but disciple Wanhua couldn't trouble more people because of this, so he found some soft and usable things, and reluctantly built a place where he could temporarily rest on the side of the tent.

Perhaps because he was too tired, Ah Luo closed his eyes lightly, before he had time to think about anything, he fell into a deep sleep.

Naturally, she didn't know that in the long, dark night when the moon was shining in the sky, an agile figure suddenly jumped off the bed.

He was injured, and maybe he didn't want to destroy the neat and beautiful handwriting of the wound packer. His movements seemed a little slow, but he walked in one direction with great accuracy.

He came in front of the sleeping person, his powerful arms seemed to use the gentlest strength, and carefully exchanged positions with the shivering Wanhua disciple who was frozen.

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