Fang Hua looked confused, hugging Fang Rong from behind like a child who had done something wrong, he always liked this posture and never got tired of hugging him

Fang Rong also ignored him, let him hang on himself, and walked around in the grass hut, his family's honey was exclusive, Fang Rong also put pollen and other things in it to drink, it was very popular, the females in the basic team came to him to buy it, and sent him a few eggs, cloth, straw sandals and the like.

Someone also asked for it today, and sent a large piece of cloth of three or five meters, which was about to enter autumn, Fang Rong considered it, and then boiled more than two catties of honey.

Although honey is good, it can't be eaten often, and the demand is not high.

But I'm afraid that people will think it's easy to get it for a long time, and they don't pay attention to it, and they take it for granted, so they will never give it away for free.

It was already late when Fang Rong was well boiled, but fortunately, he didn't have any tasks that he needed to do, and it was okay to sleep late and wake up late.

When he was sleeping, Fang Hua naturally pestered him again, he didn't get well behind him, Fang Hua's bastard forgot to treat him again, he just thought about hahaha, he was very beaten.

Fang Rong ignored him, pretended to be asleep very soundly, let him sneak in the back by himself, kick it down after masturbating, go out and calm down and come back.

When Fang Hua came back, he was honest, and the next day he was particularly aggrieved and whispered in his ear, saying that he had bullied people yesterday.

Fang Rong pretended not to understand.

The trumpet sounded in the early morning, and it was another day to hurry.

The prey caught yesterday worked, and the patriarch had them herded together, turned into human form, and walked into the forest.

Those prey are basically herbivorous, which is equivalent to a feud for the plant family, and the enemies are very red when they meet, and their fate seems to have been met.

The archers beside the patriarch shot an arrow and followed closely behind the prey, and the herbivorous orcs scattered in fright and burrowed into the forest.

Speaking of which, these herbivore orcs have rabbits, cows, sheep, horses, donkeys, and a colorful flower deer, which are very beautiful when they are humanoid, with a slender body and a smooth body, and their buttocks are quite upturned from Fang Rong's perspective.

There are also some colorful patterns on the body, the eyes are raised, the top of the head is a pair of antlers, and the golden hair makes the face very white.

The deer was walking very slowly, and suddenly an arrow came from behind, and he ran into the forest again.

The forest was so smoky and shrouded in miasma that you couldn't see it at all.

I could only vaguely see the trees around me move, and a branch stretched out silently, but the deer didn't see it, and fell out with a bang.

The surroundings were really □□ quiet, and from time to time a scream sounded, and the sound echoed overhead for a long time.

Mr. Deer was a little afraid, and he stood up cautiously, because one leg fell on the stone, and the corner of his knee was broken, showing an unnatural shape, so he was actually dragging that leg away.

The biggest advantage of his body should be his legs, which are slender and powerful, perfectly proportioned, and his narrow and thin ass is slightly whiter than his legs, and it seems that he usually wears animal skins.

Mr. Lu was afraid in his heart, he knew this forest, he could only enter and not go out, and everyone went in and never came out.

He once came here when he was playing with his brothers, and one of his brothers went to pick up grass balls made of bamboo, accidentally approached a little, and then was dragged in.

The old people who live nearby tell them not to come near it, and make it a forbidden area, because there are their enemies inside.

This is the way it was in this world, people eat animals, animals eat grass, and now the grass is refined and eats animals, and because of the region, those grass and trees are very powerful.

If water and fire do not invade, it cannot be destroyed.

There is a tiger in front and a wolf in the back, no matter how you look at it, it is nine deaths, and Mr. Deer is desperate.

Just now, there were more than a dozen partners around him along the way, and now he was the only one left.

Mr. Lu clenched his arms, shrunk his body in fright, knelt on the ground, his face against the ground, and refused to leave.

He wasn't wearing anything, and the action was unmistakably revealed, and it showed that he was perfectly lined.

A rattan swam over, as if it had been manipulated, and approached him cautiously, and Mr. Deer was still shaking, and his calf was shaking like a cramp.

As a herbivorous orc, life is extremely difficult, and there are natural enemies everywhere, and people chase him at every turn, taking him as a prey.

His grandparents, parents and parents were all eaten by other animals, and the patriarch said that this was the reincarnation of heaven and that he couldn't resist it.

Mr. Deer has accepted this fact in resignation.

However, he felt that he was too weak to drag people down, although he was beautiful, there were always females chasing him, but Mr. Lu insisted on living alone, otherwise it would be his female and child who were arrested today.

Although he was going to die, he felt that he had died a glorious death, and he had not wasted a penny of land.

The rattan was wrapped around his ankle, and Mr. Deer was startled, and when he turned around and found that there was nothing, he shrank up again and continued to tremble.

After a while, there was a strange touch on his foot, and Mr. Deer turned his head sharply, still not seeing anything.

He wondered if he had gone to hell, or someone was teasing him.

Mr. Lu was a little angry, I was like this and teased me.

He changed places and continued to shrink, his posture always in a strange state, curled up on his legs and kneeling on the ground, his hands resting on his head, hiding his face in his arms, shivering.

The rattan didn't react at first, but then it saw that he didn't move and continued to wrap around it, this time not tentatively, but directly down his calf and thigh, dragging him deep into the forest.

Mr. Deer struggled vigorously and screamed.

He had one leg in the air, his back rubbing against the ground, a burning pain, and sometimes hitting a tree stump, or a protruding root, each time causing him great pain, and his back was bloody.

I don't know how long it took, the blood in his whole body flowed backwards, and he was hung in the air, surrounded by people like him.

But it was far away from him, and on other trees, Mr. Deer couldn't react, and kept struggling, blood dripping down his back, and more and more rattan wrapped around, starting from his calf, and wrapping down in circles, controlling his limbs.

Mr. Deer was dizzy and drowsy, and the rattans, as if conscious, knew his pain and turned him over face up.

Mr. Deer was much better, and he could already see the situation around him, and countless rattans swam between the roots of the trees like water, surging towards him.

Of course, there were some who flocked to others, but they were nothing compared to the flockers who flocked to him.

"Why?" Mr. Lu was puzzled.

In fact, the reason is very simple, he is the best-looking one in the whole prey, and he has the best figure.

Not everyone is so heavy-tasted, like long tiger-waisted bear-backed, swarthy strong men.

Ninety percent of the orcs like to have slender hands and feet and good looks, similar to Fang Rong and Mr. Deer.

Mr. Deer is a male, and he never imagined that one day he would end up in this fate.

Entangled in countless rattans?

The rattans tightened tighter and tighter, until he could barely breathe, but they still roamed over him, alternating places with each other, as if caressing, wrapping every inch of his skin.

Not only the surface of the body, but also the private parts refused to let go, and Mr. Lu nervously found that there was a drill-into the strand-seam.

"Hmm......" The rattan has entered it, squeezing it inch by inch.

Mr. Lu's face was ugly, although he was naïve, he probably understood.

He's like a female!

Dried up by some vines!

More and more vines squeezed into his back, and Mr. Deer felt like someone had torn it from behind, an indescribable pain.

It's good for others to bear two or three, why are there so many on his side!

Mr. Deer cried bitterly, feeling that he was not far from death, and he had to endure great pain before he died, and several rattans rolled in his stomach.

Fortunately, most of those rattans are not thick, but they are too hard and abrasive, and the skin behind them is hot and painful from their grinding, and blood is dripping down.

Mr. Deer was out of breath in pain, it was so painful that he cried more and more sadly, and finally he almost lost his breath, and the sobbing echoed in the woods.

The vines seemed to hesitate a little, and their movements slowed down, and they didn't move Mr. Deer and stopped crying.

As soon as he moved, Mr. Deer immediately began to cry again.

Mr. Lu seemed to have mastered the skill, he didn't dare to stop, he was going to cry if he held on, and he couldn't coax him well, even ignoring the fruits sent by the vines.

Because as soon as he stopped, those vines would definitely move again, and he couldn't care about anything else.

Mr. Deer cried all night, intermittently twice, and almost fell asleep, but when he □□woke up again, he began to cry again, and begged Mr. Shuto to let him go.

Every time at this time, Mr. Shuto softened, as if he had lost his soul, and he didn't respond to anything, and he didn't even coax him to cry.

As soon as he talked about other things, he came back to life, like a young man who listened patiently, and the leaves moved from time to time.

Although Mr. Deer's mission was completed, the large team successfully walked over, and he did not die, but Mr. Shuteng just refused to let him go, and from time to time he wrapped him around the tree and did a hard job.

Mr. Tree Vine seemed to be much gentler than at the beginning, and would not hurt him anymore, and knew where the grass was fattest and fragrant, and often took him to bathe in the clear river, and caught mice and gave them to him.

Cover him with a quilt, wash his hands and feet, pick flowers and give them to him, often pestering him all night, always like to drill between his legs.

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