"It's hot!" Malone just from Tyrone? The Blood Demon took the crockpot in his hand, and he was so hot that he screamed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Malone couldn't throw the crockpot on the ground, so he could only endure the intense pain from his hands, and quickly put the crockpot in front of Tiffany.

"Flutter!" Seeing the embarrassed appearance of Malone putting down the crockpot and blowing desperately at her closed hands, Tiffany couldn't help laughing.

"Uh......" Malone pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, but he was still happy in his heart.

Of course, it's not because he's burned - Malone isn't a masochist; He was just glad to see Tiffany still laughing.

Malone knows that war can take a heavy toll on people, especially the pain of losing loved ones, and many people may not be able to get out of that shadow for the rest of their lives.

"Strange, McColmalone, how did you?" Tyrone? The Blood Demon grabbed Marlon's wrist and looked at it carefully.

"Why not? That thing just got out of the fire! "Marlon put his hand away from Tyrone? The Blood Demon pulled it back, a little distressed - there were already a few more blisters in the palm of his hand.

"But that's how I got it?" Tyrone? The Blood Demon held out his hand and showed it to Marlon.

Tyrone? The Bloodfiend's palm was clearly a circular burn, and a white mark appeared on the blue-black skin.

"Aren't you hurting?" Malone asked curiously.

"It hurts?" Tyrone? Bloodseeker looked even stranger, "How can the Death Knight feel pain?" ”

"What?" Malone realizes that Tyrone? Bloodseeker seems to have raised a very serious question - if he is a Death Knight, why is he getting burned?

But Malone didn't have much time to think about it, because Tiffany suddenly said something to him.

"Mr. Malone? What are you talking about? The human maiden asked curiously, "This gentleman...... Is he your companion? ”

Although Tyrone? The Bloodfiend looks terrifying, but Tiffany still musters up her courage - even this ugly gentleman is her own savior!

"Oh, didn't say anything......" Marlon expertly switched lingua franca, leaving his physical problems behind.

"Mr. Malone, I'm ......," Tiffany said embarrassed, a little embarrassed and guilty when she made up her mind to say sorry to others.

"What?" Malone coped absentmindedly as he gently stirred the contents of the crockpot with a large wooden spoon in it.

What is this...... Malone felt a little dissatisfied—some grains that he couldn't tell what kind of grain they were, some rotten meat, some chopped bones, and a layer of greasy soup floating on them, and that was all there was in the crockpot.

This thing is also for people to eat? -- Malone secretly slandered.

However, Marlon also knew that the orcs only relied on plundering to supply military supplies, coupled with the barbarism of their lifestyle, it was estimated that they could not make anything too delicious.

Thinking back to the scenes he had seen before when the orcs were fighting for food, Marlon knew that Tyrone? It may not be easy for the Blood Demon to get this crockpot, but he can understand it and won't complain about anything.

"Mr. Malone, I'm really sorry before." Tiffany whispered, she watched Malone stir the contents of the crockpot without speaking, and thought that her previous actions had made this life-saver angry, so she felt even more sad.

"I shouldn't have said anything like that. I believe you, Mr. Malone, and I know that you must have been forced to stay among the orcs because of your misfortune. I am really sorry that all the words I said before were my nonsense. ”

Tiffany sincerely admits her mistake to Malone.

"Oh, it's okay...... Marlon quickly stopped stirring, waved his hand and said, "Miss Tiffany, you don't have to be like this, I ......"

"Gollum!"

A soft sound interrupted Malone's words, and he looked at Tiffany in a daze, until the girl's face and neck turned red.

"Haha......" Malone couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Please don't laugh at me, Mr. Malone......" Tiffany's voice was as small as a mosquito, "I...... I haven't had a full stomach in days! ”

Tiffany thought she was doing so badly - how could a lady be so hungry that she could growl?

"It's okay, it's okay......" Malone tested the temperature of the crockpot with his hand, and felt that it was almost cold, so he moved the crockpot in front of Tiffany.

"Eat, Miss Tiffany, you're welcome." Marlon smiled and said, "Maybe the food of the orcs is not as good as the ones you have eaten before, but at least it can fill your stomach." ”

"How could it be......" The human girl whispered as she lowered her head and gently moved her body forward, before she could move her shyness from her "rumbling belly".

"Let's eat." Malone handed the large wooden spoon in his hand to Tiffany.

"Hmm......" Tiffany nodded slightly, then reached for the wooden spoon in Malone's hand.

Inadvertently, Malone and Tiffany's hands lightly touched.

Malone quickly let go of the long handle of the wooden spoon, and although the touch of that moment was soft and ambiguous, Malone still secretly cursed himself in his heart for being unproductive.

It's just a touch of your hand, what are you excited about! - Malone said to himself.

In contrast, Tiffany is much more generous.

Although touching Malone's hand also made her face blush slightly, Tiffany didn't make too drastic movements, just bowed down slightly, one hand stroked the blonde hair that fell down because of leaning forward, and the other hand held a large wooden spoon and scooped up a spoonful of soup, brought it to her mouth, blew gently, and then sucked it in small gulps.

Oh, my God...... She's beautiful.

Malone exclaimed in his heart.

When on Earth, Malone didn't talk about a girlfriend; But his ex-girlfriends, even under the effect of various beauty shooting tools, are not as good as one-ten-thousandth of Tiffany's style/love at this time.

Malone admits that he is not a nymphomaniac, but he really couldn't imagine that a young girl can maintain such elegance and beauty in this dirty and messy place.

Tiffany may not have eaten in a long time, and though she still had the habit of eating, it was clear that the large wooden spoon was moving in and out of the crockpot a little too quickly—for a lady.

Tiffany knew she was doing something awkward, but she was too hungry - the porridge-like stuff in the crockpot wasn't too tasty, and Tiffany bet there was no salt in it.

But eating it warms her body a little better, and at least it's cooked - Tiffany remembers the two horses they killed.