Chapter 23: "Mote" and "Moge"

Joan Qiang endured the fear of the gray giant and said repeatedly: "Yes! Yes! You are very'Mott', very'Mott'!"
The gray giant nodded in satisfaction, suddenly pointed to Joan, and said loudly, "Mott!"
Joan froze for a moment, then shook his head in frustration and sighed: "Where am I "Mott"? It's simply "Mog"..."
The gray giant shook his head and solemnly emphasized that Joan was undoubtedly worthy of the "Mott" evaluation, that the dead crocodile was the real "Mog".
Joan doesn't want to argue with this simple-minded guy. Since the other party is not malicious at the moment, he can rest assured and concentrate on his feet, trying to pull the deeper and deeper right leg out of the quagmire.
The gray giant stroked his chin and watched him struggle. He suddenly grinned, stretched out an arm thicker than Joan’s waist, and grabbed him with a big open hand, and pulled it out of the mud with a slight mention. Backhand Put him on the dry ground, the movement was surprisingly gentle.
Joan was relieved and quickly thanked the big guy who helped himself out of the predicament. Realizing that the other party was blank, realizing that it could not understand human language, he simply raised his thumbs and praised him "Mott".
This time the gray giant understood, patted his chest, quite proud.
Joan didn't know what to call this monster with a simple appearance and a simple heart. When he saw his pale skin, he casually gave it a nickname.
"I don't know what to call, just call you Gray."
Joan drew a string of letters on the mud with branches, and handed the gray giant to spell and recite the word. It's a pity that the other party is really stupid. Joan spent a lot of energy to teach it how to pronounce it. Writing is completely clueless.
"This big guy, his brain is not as smart as Jamie." Joan murmured secretly, and then wrote his name on the ground to teach Gray to remember.
Looking up at the sky, the sun was already west, and Joan carried his suitcase and waved to Gray.
"I'm going home, bye."
Turning around, he heard heavy footsteps behind him, and Gray followed.
"Do you want to go home with me?" When Joan was wondering, the Giant Gray was already approaching him. Suddenly, he swung his arms around his waist with a big hand, carried his back on his shoulders, and turned and walked deep into the swamp.
"Hey! Gray, stop!"
"Where are you going to take me?"
"Let me go! I'm going home!"
"You aren't enough "Mott" like this!"
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Regardless of what Joan said, the gray giant Gray was deaf, and walked in a big stride in the mud, and disappeared into the swamp within a moment.
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Gray was so strenuous that with Joanne's small size, he couldn't shake his finger with his breasts, so he had to use his brain to think about how to get out.
Gray strode through the swamp for an hour without breathing, until he was near a small island deep in the swamp before slowing down. Carrying Joan jumped up onto the island, and skillfully pulled apart the vines, and a rugged path appeared in front.
Gray squeezed sideways into the path, turned around and pulled the vine with one hand, carefully covering the entrance, and then he moved on with confidence. Not far away, there was a bare rocky hill in front, and a cave over seven feet high was cut from the cliff on the side of the sun.
Grey sniffed near the hole and confirmed that there were no other animal smells, so he assuredly bowed into the waist.
Afternoon sunlight shines through the sloping hole, dispersing the darkness inside the cave, which looks extra spacious and bright.
Gray put Joan down, patted the teenager's back, motioned him to rest in the cave, and turned around on his own.
Joan looked around and confirmed that this should be a natural cave. The walls around the cave were uneven. The ground was covered with a thick layer of hay and leaves to isolate the moisture. It looked clean and clean, and the air was still fresh. I wanted to come here It’s Gray’s house.
At this time, there were heavy footsteps outside the cave door, and Gray dragged the crocodile who had been killed by his stick back, and sat outside the cave door to help himself. With both hands, grab the upper and lower jaws of the crocodile and tear them apart, and the muscular arms are stretched. With amazing power, the five-foot long crocodile is torn into two pieces from head to toe. The blood mixed with the intestines dripping and splashing in the air Full of pungent smell.
Gray wrinkled his nose and seemed to enjoy the rich blood, but Joan was pale with the horror in front of him.
Gray took out the crocodile gut that had been torn in half, and then tore off the crocodile skin. Even the gut was wrapped with a huge aquatic plant leaf, and it was thrown into the deep groove not far away, leaving pink pure meat He also carried blood stains, biting off without washing, crunching and chewing happily, and the plasma was flowing down the corner of the mouth.
Gray's appetite was so large that he gnawed half a crocodile to a pile of bones in less than two minutes. Suddenly sucking his fingers, he picked up the remaining half of the crocodile's body and was about to eat it. He suddenly remembered Joan and turned to hand the crocodile meat over.
"Thank you, I'm not hungry." Joan shook his head quickly.
Gray pushed the crocodile body towards him again, pointing at the flesh and saying, "Mott! Mott!"
Joan suspected that he was praising the delicious crocodile meat and invited himself to taste it. In order to avoid irritating this simple-minded monster, Joan had to pull out a dagger from his waist, cut off a small piece of raw meat, and forced his nausea into his mouth to chew.
The raw crocodile meat was tough to chew, and the thick gas made Joan almost vomit on the spot. He didn't dare to show a hard-to-swallow look in front of Gray, so he had to swallow his disgust. The experience of swallowing crocodile meat was really unpleasant. No matter how Grey urged, Joan didn’t want to eat raw meat anymore.
"Gray, I can't digest such food."
Using gestures, Joan tried his best to explain his hardship to Gray. The gray giant half understood, and the six yellow eyes had confusion and regret.
As the sky became late, the temperature in the cave plummeted. The night in early February was still quite cold, and Joan was frozen with hands and feet stiff and forced to stand up and asked Gray: "Can I make a fire?"
Gray didn't seem to understand his intentions, but he didn't show an unpleasant look.
Joan thought it was acquiescence, and got up and walked out of the cave.
Gray jumped up nervously, and followed him step by step, seeming to fear that he would run away.
Seeing that it was so vigilant, Joanne had to dismiss the idea of ​​slipping away for a while and collected some dried firewood on the island and carried it back to the cave. Gray may not understand the usefulness of these dead branches. I don't know if it was due to imitation or enthusiastic nature. He waved a tree and slashed it back to the hole, throwing it at the foot of Joan.
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