kiss the beast world

Chapter 398
"The power of thunder and lightning is indeed great, but as long as it rains, if you avoid it properly, you will definitely not suffer disaster." Wen Yue said indifferently.

"How to dodge properly?" Lang Ye turned to her with slightly condensed eyes.

"It's not easy. Thunder hits high places. If you have nothing to do, don't climb to the top of the tree, or don't run to the top of the mountain. It's okay."

"Is that so..."

The young boy's face suddenly turned from white to rigid, and an extremely uncomfortable expression emerged. Wen Yue's face was inexplicably strange, and she couldn't help being suspicious:
"Xiaobei, you haven't been struck by lightning, have you?"

"Ah, what, no, no, no, how could I be so stupid to climb a tree to be struck by lightning!"

Lang Bei shook his head violently, almost breaking his head with such force, as if this could prove how true her words were.

"It's true that you didn't climb the tree, you just hid under the tree and got struck by lightning..." Feng Yan said faintly.

"Feng Yan, shut up!"

The boy blushed angrily, and directly covered his face with the mud he had just scooped up in his hand, his pure eyes were full of anger:
Let you dismantle me, let you make me lose face in front of my sister!
"Don't let people tell the truth?"

"Not only were you struck by lightning, but you were also blackened, scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, with an exploding head. When you returned to the Southern Wolf Clan, you were almost wiped out by the patriarch as a foreign enemy!"

Feng Yan's face was covered with mud, and he was so angry that he immediately shook off Lang Bei's stupid thing without saving face.

And, the backhand is a piece of mud.

"Snapped!"

Langbei's wheat-colored immature boy's face turned into a gray wax figure in seconds, so straight and tidy, stiff and petrified, his eyes popped out!
in the blink of an eye.

A large pile of porcelain clay just stirred in front of Wenyue was empty, and the young He Fengyan beside her, his face and body were gray and gray like a wall.

Lang Ye's face suddenly turned dark and gloomy, and his voice was like ice:
"For a quarter of an hour, I can't see kaolin that is ten times stronger than here just now. You know what will happen."

One quarter of an hour!

The two wax figures froze again, the cave where they are now, and the place where the kaolin is, is not usually "close".

For a quarter of an hour, no matter how fast they rush, they can only reach halfway at most, not counting the return time, let alone ten times more than here!
Ten times, that would fill up half the cave!
the most important is!

It is still raining outside now, and the rain is still getting heavier. When transporting mud, it must not be turned into muddy water by the heavy rain. Ten baskets will finally return to the cave. I don’t know if there will be one basket left.

In the end, wouldn't it be nothing to fetch water from the bamboo basket?

"Sister..." The boy began to call for help.

I don't want to be exempted from punishment, but I want to be able to probation, is it possible?
"..."

Wen Yue bowed her head silently, pretending not to hear, her jade hands kept rubbing the last piece of porcelain clay that was still intact.

That incomparably focused and serious appearance, as if the thing in his hand is precious, isn't it a treasure, at least for them at present, it is true.

but!
"Can we let it go first, isn't your brother's life more important?" Lang Bei's burning eyes for help almost pierced Wen Yue's profile.

Lang Ye slightly moved his body to block it!
"little stars……"

The boy's face twitched, and he quickly sent the distress signal to the little star lying on the rice bag.

"A quarter of an hour seems to have passed a tenth of it~"

The leisurely and leisurely child's voice sounded, accompanied by a gloating tone, it was quite obvious and easy to hear, and it was hard for people to ignore it.

"Ow!"

The young man let out a mournful cry, picked up a stack of large baskets next to him, quickly turned around and ran outside, chasing Feng Yan away.

"..."

Feng Yan is not as stupid as he is. Knowing that the patriarch is venting his anger on Wen Yue, he is stupid enough to plead with Wen Yue. It is already considered good if Wen Yue doesn't slap him.

I don't know where the courage comes from to smear the porcelain clay that people have worked so hard to mix everywhere, and still have the face to plead for mercy.

in the cave.

Wen Yue, who had kneaded the porcelain clay evenly and was about to knead and cast the shape, didn't see a sound beside her for a long time, so she turned her face to look!
I see.

The patriarch with a cold face was frowning and looking at the mud in front of him. He hadn't done anything for a long time, and the disgust in his eyes became more and more serious.

"Little patriarch, why don't you do anything?"

Looking at it with eyes, it can take shape by itself, can run into the fire by itself, and become ceramics?
"..." Lang Ye was silent.

Can he say that he despises this dirty-looking thing on the ground, even though it can become a rare treasure after some processing.

But he just can't do it, what can he do!

"Little patriarch, do you like bowls or cups?" Wen Yue suddenly approached and asked.

The round pot in her hand, which was only one step away from being formed, was pinched back into a ball by her hands, returning to the invisible porcelain clay.

"bowl."

Wolf Ye said without hesitation.

"Then how about I make you a bowl?"

Wen Yue's face was full of smiles, her sweet smile was so beautiful and brilliant that Lang Ye, who was hit by a big prize beside her and was so happy that her brain short-circuited, couldn't guess what she wanted to do.

He only nodded with a smile, and instinctively replied: "Okay."

In fact, Lang Ye originally wanted to say, as long as it is done by you, I like everything.

But given.

The previous Fangyuan Cup was made of mud from the soles of a boy's shoes. The imagery was so strong that even now, he couldn't help but feel a sense of aversion to the cup.

"The little patriarch likes bowls, and Yueer also likes bowls."

As soon as Wen Yue's words fell, the little star lying on the rice bag trembled, and immediately knew that she was going to start something again, the poor patriarch, he didn't know that he had already fallen into the pit.

"If you like it, why don't you make two of them, one for each of us."

The joy in Lang Ye's eyebrows is beyond words, he is happy with himself and her, and finally has something he likes the same.

"It's going to be two, but..."

"But what?"

Wen Yue suddenly curled her lips into a smile, "You make one, I'll make one!"

As soon as she said these words, Lang Ye's handsome face immediately changed, became frowning, became extremely reluctant, frowning into small mountains and rivers, and turned back to taciturn again.

See here.

Wen Yue blushed, and turned on the flickering mode without panting: "Little patriarch, do you know how the people there convey their love to each other?"

"I don't know."...you said.

The patriarch with a proud face clearly wanted to know in his tone.

"To convey what we like, we will each make what the other likes and give it to each other. We don't care about the result, whether the finished product is good or bad, and only care about the process of hard work."

Wen Yue's tone was so serious that it sounded like that.

Lang Ye was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then fixedly looked at her with deep eyes, "Yue'er, has anyone made something for you before?"

"Or, have you ever made something and given it to others?"

(End of this chapter)