The little butt was bulging, and the dirty little face was as bulging as a little goldfish, which looked even more funny.

The laughter of the beasts did not stop because of her angry little face, but instead laughed louder and louder.

Even Bosen, who had always been serious, had a smile in his golden eyes.

The little butt feels wronged. (The baby is sad, but the baby doesn't say it.)

Seeing that the little female's tears began to roam in her eyes, Bosen finally picked up the sympathy that she had thrown to nowhere, and clenched her fists and coughed: "Okay, OK, don't laugh anymore, how can a male bully a little female!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the contemptuous gaze gathered from all directions locked Bosen. (You are covered in hair and you say others are monsters.)

The little butt also cast a contemptuous look at this orc who seems mature and steady but is actually funny.

Bosen's old face turned slightly red, and he tried hard to get up and looked at the little female seriously: "We will set off if the snow is smaller, and you can go with us..."

"Ahhh! That's great, thank you so much, you're such a good beast!" The little butt jumped three feet high, and he didn't expect that this strange orc would be a well-hearted beast.

(What a huge misunderstanding.)

Bosen reached out to interrupt the endless flattery of the little butt: "But..."

The little butt looked bitter, she pursed her mouth and said pitifully: "It's still true!"

Bosen glanced at him: "Of course! If you can't keep up with our speed or drag us down, then we can only give up on you, do you know?"

The little butt curled his lips and whispered: "Okay, I know, I'm very good at hunting. Although I'm not as good as you, my ability to escape is one of the best in the tribe."

As he talked, he began to brag.

Bosen looked at the dirty little guy with some amusement: "Oh? Then I'm waiting to see your superb escape skills."

Little Butt: Why do you feel ridiculed by this old orc? Is it an illusion?

The heavy wind and snow roared for two days, and finally slowed down a little lazy. Bosen took the orcs and little butts on the way to search for the Tumang tribe.

"Bosen, do you think we are looking for one..." Bosen's unfinished words were choked back into his stomach by a look of his eyes.

"Everyone, be careful, a group of orcs are coming." Bosen turned his head and whispered.

On the snow field ahead, a group of orcs were marching with difficulty. The voice of an orc came to Bosen and other beasts along the cold wind of the cold season: "How long will it take to arrive at the Watson tribe? We don't have enough food."

The orcs were a little impatient in their voices, and it seemed that they were trying hard to suppress their temper.

Immediately afterwards, a female voice rang out: "At most, there will be a day left, and there will be countless foods to offer you."

"Okay, then I'll wait!"

“Haha~”

The conversation between the two beasts gradually drifted away, and the beasts slowly disappeared into the snow field. Only large pieces of footprints recorded the whereabouts of the beasts.

"In such a cold season, these orcs are not staying in the cave, how could they appear here?" Na Wei said in confusion.
Chapter completed!