Chapter 23:

Before he had time to protest, Jella felt that she had landed on a thick fluffy spine, and the owner of the spine turned his head and looked at it gently and indulgently.
Claire patted Jella's head lightly: "Stupidly doing something, hurry up and help dad lick his hair! This way his wound will recover faster."
Jella was dumbfounded looking at the tiny, tiny cuts on Pascal's body.
This ... I really want it to lick? Does n’t it do this kind of hair licking? Jella looked at Claire for help, and Claire didn't understand his mind. The brain supplement was that Jella had never helped anyone do licking hair, for fear of hurting Pascal. She smiled gently, soothing: "Don't worry, Lord Pascal will not blame you for licking him. In our group, only the closest people are allowed to lick hair for each other. If you are Pascal Lord Er licks his hair, he will be very pleased, obediently, come on. "
happy? What a delight to have a wet tongue sweeping around! Wouldn't it be nice if you weren't scared?
If put in Gela's previous life, this practice is red-naked-naked sexual-sauer-harassment!
Jella turned her head, and just rightly refused, but met the expectant look of Pascal. Pascal never looked at it with this look, as if it was a puppy who had just ventured back from his host and was waiting for his host's compliment.
-Anyway, this lion has just escaped from the dead. Is it too unfriendly to reject his request now?
-Isn't it just licking hair? Although this behavior is a bit too much in the human world, it is normal for small animals!
Gela kept building in her own heart, and then took a deep breath, burying her head in the fluff on Pascal's back. The big lion narrowed its eyes happily as the pinky tongue moved gently on Pascal's back.
Speaking of which, this is the first time Jella is willing to approach him. Once upon a time, did this young unconscience meet him so far? Pascal never thought that showing weakness in front of his adopted son would have such a good effect.
In fact, Pascal didn't hurt. This kind of injury is really nothing to him, but if it can be used to get close to Jella, it seems good. Should he pretend to be very painful and let the little lion continue to care about him and get close to him in the next few days?
Pascal's body lay on the ground, comfortably supporting his head to enjoy the care of his adopted son. His ears moved with the movement of the little lion on himself, and looked strangely happy.
The little lion couldn't see the big-hearted expression of the big lion, and found that the big lion suddenly lay down. It panicked. Is it too heavy and pressed his cheap dad down? Or was Pascal fainted because of his injuries?
"Claire, Claire! Take a look at Pascal, how's he going? Is he fainted?" The soft voice of the young lion was a little crying.
Claire stood aside with a black line: "It's okay, don't worry about little Jella, Master Pascal is fine, it doesn't matter if you lick a little harder."
-Really, when did Master Pascal become so blatant-Rogue? Obviously nothing, who is this look for?
However, for the sake of returning from the death of his grown-up, Claire decided to let him enjoy Jella's caring a little more and not pierce him.
"Is it all right?"
Jella stepped on Pascal's spine carefully with a meat pad. There was a steady vibration of the big lion's breathing under his claws, and Jella was relieved.
It doesn't sound painful.
Gela finally let go of the hanging heart and continued to lick the wound for Pascal.
Pascal had a lot of small wounds on his body, licking it all the way, and Jella was followed by a series of saliva marks. It looked at those saliva marks, and her face blushed involuntarily. This way ... it always feels like it's in elder Pascal.
However, when he saw the broken branches of the tree branch in the wound in front of her, all the flushes on Jella's face receded. It began to carefully pick out the broken bars while licking the wound for Pascal. Although it has made the movement as gentle as possible, it can still feel the slight vibration coming from the claws whenever it breaks the broken bar from the meat.
It must be painful, Jella thought. However, this person never knew howling pain. Even if it hurts and bleeds, it will only endure in silence, shrink to a safe place, and wait for the wound to heal.
Before this incident, Jella never knew that he was such a soft-hearted person, and never knew that Pascal's influence on himself had become so large before he knew it.
After finishing the wound for Pascal, Gela jumped from his back and shook his tail and walked forward. It remembered that he just saw a herb in this cave, which might help Pascal as soon as possible. Recover injuries. Thinking of the hairless and bleeding place on Pascal's back, Jella felt restless.
At the moment when Jella jumped off Pascal's back, Pascal, who had "sleeped" in the past, immediately shook his mane, stood up in a trembling spirit, and chuckled Claire in doubt: "What is Jella doing Anymore? "
"How do I know!" Claire said angrily: "However, it can be seen that it is worried about you. Lord Pascal, your body is obviously fine, why should you dress so poorly in front of Jella? You're bullying Jella at all! "
"I didn't intend to bully it, I was just cultivating it with him." Pascal was in a good mood and didn't care about Carrier's accusations: "You know, I usually act too powerful and serious. This is not conducive to my close relationship with my adopted son. "
"Whatever you say, anyway, I don't allow you to bully Jella-don't rush to deny that you made Jella sad, you just bully it!" Seeing Jella coming back with her little tail, Claire Lowering the voice: "You better 'get better' as soon as possible, otherwise, be careful I pierce you in front of Jella!"
"You are really a terrible subordinate, Claire. Not only do you not worry about your boss, but you also learn to threaten your poor, just injured boss." Pascal spoke cruelly with Claire. Talking, he slumped back again soon.
He is a good father who understands his own son, and he must give his son a chance to behave, right?
It was time for dinner, and the steaming flesh scent permeated the cave, causing all the hungry orcs and Asian beasts to move their noses.
These days, everyone's appetite is not very good. They are sad for the flooded hometown, worried for the wise men who do not know life and death, and confused for the tribe and their own future living conditions. Various factors have caused everyone's mood not to rise. Even the delicious broth did not taste much in their mouths.
But now it's different. The wise men have returned, and the patriarch has become more reliable, indicating the way forward for everyone, and the haze that has been covering everyone's hearts has dispersed a lot, and everyone has the mood to taste the food.
When they fled, they didn't bring pots, only food and water. But the orc tribe's survivability is obviously very strong, but in a little time, they have already collected the materials in the cave and made a stone pot.
There was a fire under the stone pot, and there was cooking smoke on the pot. Everyone smelled the scent in the pot, and involuntarily swallowed and surrounded him.
Since the flood has not yet passed and everyone has limited food when they are on the road, the patriarch did not dare to make too much food without knowing how many days to rely on the food and water in his hand. In fact, the amount of food in the pot is enough for everyone to pad their belly, it is impossible to eat full.
Therefore, every time we get to dinner, everyone will rush to the pot to grab food. If you arrive late, you will probably be hungry.
A few days ago, Jella didn't join the predatory team. The food that Claire snatched, plus some of the food they brought with them, was enough for both of them to eat. But now, there is still a large patient in his family waiting for someone to feed him. He can no longer be passive, and Jela lifts his right front paw up and holds it, then lowers his body, although he is ready to sprint.
Pascal has never seen such a jela, only think that such a lively jela is quite cute.
He asked Claire next to him, "What does that little guy mean?"
"I don't know, Jella sometimes makes strange and weird moves." Claire shook her head, guessing wildly: "Maybe it's cheering for itself? Oh, I don't know."
The lid had just been opened, and the little lion rushed forward like an arrow. Relying on its small size, it flexibly shuttled between the orc and the sub-beast, and soon reached the pot.
When the little lion walked to Pascal's place with a bowl full of hot broth, and arched his head for him to eat, Pascal couldn't bear it anymore and took the little lion into his arms. in.
"Stop it, the broth is spilling!"
When Claire heard Gera's shout, she turned around and saw a strange scene: the grown-up in her family embraced a little lion, and the little lion worked hard to raise two front paws and carefully supported one. Crumbling stone bowl.
"Well!" Kryle couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Master Pascal, little Jella, what are you doing?"
Gela's eyes did not leave the stone bowl between her claws for a moment, and when she heard Claire's joking voice, she said angrily: "Don't laugh, Claire, come and help!"
In the end, Pascal, the broth grabbed by Jella, drank only a small bowl, and most of it went into Jella's belly.
Claire finished the last piece of jerky in her hand, pushed Jella into her placket, and walked to the hole with Pascal.
"What are you going to do? There is heavy rain outside." The patriarch stopped at the entrance.
"We plan to go out and find something to eat." Pascal said: "I'm afraid the floods can't be retired in the past few days, but we have no food, I can't let my children and my subordinates go hungry with me."
The patriarch of food and water shortages was not undetected, but he still stopped: "This is too dangerous."
"Trust me, this is just a hunt for us." After that, Pascal and Claire ran quickly together, and within a short time their figures disappeared into the rain.