"Well, that's good......"

Malone looked at Tiffany helplessly—it was obviously unpalatable, but the girl insisted on eating the large piece of barbecue. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know if she's really hungry, or if it's just to keep herself from being too upset.

"Then you wait a minute, Tiffany. I'll take care of the leftover meat, and then we'll set off again. ”

Malone said to Tiffany as he threaded the remaining pieces of venison together and roasted them on the fire.

Although the meat roasted by himself was extremely unpalatable, in order to fill his stomach, Malone had to endure it for the time being.

It took about an hour or so for Malone to cook three or four pieces of whole venison.

How do you get these things away......

Faced with this problem, Malone made another difficulty.

After thinking about it for a long time, Malone decided to tear off most of his trouser legs, tie them up, rinse them in the river, and dry them on the campfire.

"Horse ...... Mr. Malone, what are you doing? ”

Tiffany nervously asked, is Mr. Malone going to take off his pants in front of her? No, no, his movements were more like tearing his pants.

"I'm going to make a cloth bag ......"

Looking at most of his legs, which were completely exposed, Malone said helplessly, and then put the venison into a dried bag.

"Wow! That's fine, too! ”

Tiffany said excitedly, clapping her hands.

"That's not something to be excited about......

Malone whispered - fortunately, it was only himself and Tiffany here, otherwise other humans would have seen it and would definitely think they were mentally ill.

After replenishing the food, Malone took Tiffany again and set off along the banks of the river towards Lakeside Town.

As on the Burning Plains, as it was approaching dark, Marlon picked up Tiffany's small body again and continued on his way.

Of course, after Tiffany wakes up, Malone will also stop to rest for a few hours, and Tiffany, who wakes up, will stay by Malone's side at this time and act as a sentry.

The experience in the orc camp and on the Burning Plains had created a strong trust between Tiffany and Malone, and the alternating rest based on this trust also greatly accelerated their progress.

Of course, although Malone and Tiffany walked along the river during the day, when it was time to rest, Malone would walk far away from the forest, to the bare/naked foothills, away from the river.

It's not just harmless deer and rabbits that come to the river to drink, but also wild boars or bobcats that add unnecessary risks.

At the third dawn after entering the Red Ridge Mountain, Malone was sleeping soundly against a crimson rock, and Tiffany obediently stood by his side.

Not long ago, Tiffany woke up from Marlon's back, and according to their previous habits, it was Marlon's turn to rest.

With her hands around her knees, Tiffany sat not far from Malone, quietly looking at his side face.

It's been almost two weeks since she met Malone, but Tiffany feels like she still doesn't know much about Mr. Malone.

Why is Mr. Malone in the Orc camp? Why do you want to save yourself so desperately? Why does he speak the language of the orcs? Why didn't that companion of his, Mr. His, leave with him?

Tiffany had a lot of questions in her mind, but she chose to remain silent.

Not because he was worried that asking Malone would make him discard himself, but Tiffany instinctively wanted to believe Marlon.

Why not? It was this Mr. Marlon who rescued himself from the orc camp, both past week and now, and Tiffany was convinced that the future would be the same—that Mr. Malone would protect himself from the slightest danger.

Mr. Malone slept soundly...... If you sneak in and touch his face, he won't know, right?

- Like a child looking at her favorite toy, Tiffany looked at Marlon's sleeping side face and had a bold idea in her heart.

The last time I tried to peek at Malone taking a shower, I didn't succeed, but Tiffany found the feeling of wanting to be a "bad boy" quite exciting.

It's the same now, and Tiffany wonders if that Hercules Mr. Malone's skin will be as hard as a stone.

The thought lingered, and Tiffany drew closer to Marlon, closer to his body, which was dressed only in a thin linen shirt.

Ma Long's head was tilted back, leaning against the rock wall, his chin slightly raised, and his face was calm.

Tiffany carefully cocked one of her index fingers, then slowly stabbed Malone in the face.

Just when the crystal fingers and Marlon's face were about to touch each other, and Tiffany's little liver seemed to pop out of her full breasts/breasts, Malone suddenly opened her eyes.

"Wow!"

Tiffany screamed, as if she were a thief who had been caught stealing.

The nervousness caused Tiffany to briefly lose control of her body, and she stared blankly at Malone's open eyes, not knowing what to do.

"Tiffany, what are you doing?"

Malone blinked, looking at the fingertips that Tiffany was about to poke into her face, and her nails that had come out of her head because she hadn't trimmed them in days.

"Horse ...... Mr. Malone, why are you awake? ”

Tiffany stammered before regaining control of her body, quickly retracting her fingertips and carefully hiding behind her.

"I'm not very tired today, maybe it has something to do with the environment here...... Anyway, I can't sleep, so let's keep going! ”

Malone stretched, and then said.

"Oh, oh! Of course! Good! ”

Tiffany nodded hurriedly, then scrambled to her feet.

"But Tiffany, what the hell are you doing?"

Marlon didn't forget what had just happened, as Tiffany had hoped, and asked the question anyway when he picked up his two-handed sword and the bag made of one of his trouser legs.

"I ...... I...... I want to touch your face, Mr. Marlon......"

I don't know why, Tiffany's brain heats up, and then she tells her true thoughts.

"What? My face? What's there to touch here? ”

Marlon laughed out loud as he walked forward - Tiffany's ideas are sometimes really unique!

"Because, because ......"

Tiffany wanted to say that she thought Marlon's sleeping appearance was quite unique, but she couldn't think of an appropriate adjective, and this awkward atmosphere made the girl's face flush, and she could only talk to Marlon in a hesitant manner.

Suddenly, Tiffany felt Marlon, who was walking in front of her, suddenly stop, and she quickly stopped, looking forward in surprise, wondering what was going on in front of her. (To be continued.) )