Flower Wreath

Jian Mo realized that he had been so engrossed in watching the hunt that he hadn't noticed everyone had already gathered the firewood.

Without anyone having to tell them what to do, everyone worked together seamlessly. Some threw firewood into the fire, some gathered stones to build a fire pit, and some dragged the wild animals to the river to deal with them.

Those who were dealing with the wild animals looked particularly serious at that moment.

They all drew their newly forged metal knives, the sharp blades piercing the animal hides like hot blades cutting through solidified animal fat, quickly and deftly cutting the meat into small pieces.

Never before have knives been this good.

Most of them looked at the knives in their hands with satisfied and excited expressions.

They brought back the freshly sliced meat, skewered it onto tree branches, and then roasted the branches by the campfire.

The barbecue would take some time, so everyone sat around the huge campfire. Suddenly, someone started singing, "Awoo!"

Jian Mo was used to the howls and screams of the orcs, but this was the first time she had heard them sing.

The singing was powerful and resonant; although it lacked variety and technical skill, it was still very pleasant in the mountains and fields.

Someone stood up and started dancing.

As the song played, they stomped their feet on the ground and danced a joyful and unrestrained dance.

That's really surprising.

Jian Mo stared wide-eyed at everything before her, and couldn't help but pick up a piece of wood and tap it repeatedly against another piece of wood.

The wood was struck, producing a rhythmic, thumping sound.

One of the singers took the lead and began to sing along with the sound of Jian Mo's tapping.

Everyone sang, danced, and circled around the campfire.

The top layer of meat was quickly grilled, and they used metal knives to slice off thin pieces, coated them with salt, and ate them heartily.

The meat is fresh and juicy, and the way it's eaten is rustic. The hearty meat sinks into your stomach, bringing a warm and pleasant feeling.

Everyone sang and danced with even more enthusiasm.

This was absolutely a carnival.

Jian Mo tapped the wood, occasionally taking a bite of the meat Wu Jiong handed her.

He didn't even use his hands to catch it; instead, he simply bent down and picked up the roasted meat with his mouth.

The meat that Wu Jiong handed him each time was always at the perfect temperature and saltiness, and the size was just right. He didn't have to do anything; he could just pick it up and eat it.

When he got tired of tapping, he sat quietly by the campfire, bent his legs, propped his cheek up with his hand, and looked at the beautiful scene.

Although he hadn't been drinking, he felt slightly tipsy, as if he were dreaming.

He was watching the dancers, Wu Jiong was watching him.

He only noticed Wu Jiong's focused gaze when he turned around unintentionally, and he didn't know how long Wu Jiong had been staring at him.

The two looked at each other, Wu Jiong leaned closer.

For a fleeting moment, Jian Mo thought Wu Jiong was about to kiss her, so she widened her eyes, held her breath, and placed her hands on her thighs, clenching her fists and remaining motionless.

Unexpectedly, Wu Jiong leaned in, gently pressed his forehead against Wu Jiong's, rubbed against him affectionately, and then slightly pulled away.

Jian Mo was stunned for a moment. After recalling her complicated emotional journey, she couldn't help but despise herself for being absent-minded all night and having such strange associations.

He must have just seen an orc and a sub-orc kissing, and his mind went blank, which is why he's thinking so many random things.

Wu Jiong only slightly increased the distance, still intently watching him.

Jian Mo felt even more embarrassed after realizing she had drifted off into thought again.

Wu Jiong smiled and suddenly pressed down on the back of his neck.

The two had a lot of physical contact, but this was the first time Jian Mo realized that Wu Jiong's palms were so hot, as if they were about to burn the back of his neck.

He struggled a little awkwardly, then suddenly became afraid that the people around him would see.

However, no one paid any attention to them. Those with partners were already passionately kissing, while those without partners were still singing and dancing.

Only Jian Mo knew that at that moment, he stared blankly at Wu Jiong, his heart pounding like thunder.

This is getting bad.

Jian Mo clenched her fists, thinking that things seemed to be getting out of her control.

Chapter 47 Flower Wreath

Jian Mo remained silent after returning home.

When it was time to sleep, he pulled out his blankets, lay down as usual, and tried to wrap himself in the blankets and snuggle into the giant wolf's arms.

He shrank halfway, then paused subtly, and lay still on the spot.

The giant wolf glanced down at him and nuzzled closer.

Jian Mo looked up and met the giant wolf's gaze.

The giant wolf gently patted him with its paw and whispered, "Sleep."

Jian Mo was initially in a state of confusion and felt uneasy about everything.

Hearing the giant wolf's words, he felt calmer. He lay there, looking at the giant wolf. "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Giant Wolf: "What?"

Jian Mo lay on her back. "Let's see what you want to say."

Giant Wolf: "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

Jian Mo gritted her teeth. "Okay."

Jane was a little upset when she said that.

He thought he wouldn't be able to sleep, but unexpectedly, the familiar warmth brought him to sleep very quickly.

When he woke up the next day, he seemed to have little memory of what had happened the night before, but he was quick and agile, and his mood was normal.

Wu Jiong observed him silently, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

After breakfast, Wu Jiong said to Jian Mo, "I'm going to the Dianxin Tribe today, and I might be back a little late tonight. If I'm not back by then, you can have dinner first."

Jian Mo: "It's okay, you go ahead. If I get hungry, I'll grab something to eat first."

Wu Jiong nodded. "I will be back as soon as possible."

Wu Jiong left quickly.

Jian Mo didn't have much to do today. If it were his usual routine, he would probably take some animal hair or cloth to the open space in the tribe and do his work while listening to everyone chat.

There's very little commercial activity here; you have to do most things yourself.