So the girls got busy. They searched for branches and built improvised huts in the glades. Before she was halfway there, Helena came up tremblingly, and made a mess of the shack with her cane, and cursed, "What are you building here?"

The girls stared at the hateful old witch with wide eyes and anger.

"What's the matter, am I wrong? Only wild dogs are willing to get into such shacks!"

"What do you want us to do, we're building shacks like this north of the Wall!" Linda couldn't help but retort, not afraid that Helena had said that she would gag their mouths with mud.

"But this is the south, and the temperature is much higher than in the north! Curled up in such a small kennel is not only not breathable, but it will be roasted in the sweltering heat!" "Helena poked the last beam of the hut down, and then walked back to the roots of the tree to sit and rest.

The poor girls pouted and got busy again. This time they raised the beams higher, and of course there were more places to fence them off.

Helena didn't come to help. She sat coldly under the tree, looking at the two stubborn girls.

The harsh living environment in the north has created a strong physique and a natural tendency to not admit defeat. They were constantly busy, sweating profusely.

"Well, I'll be staying here tonight!" Helena nodded in satisfaction as she stood in front of the newly built wooden shed. She pointed to the large pile of things that McLind had left for them on the ground with her cane, and commanded, "Now you can bring your luggage in!"

"This wooden shed is for the Chosen One, not for you!" Linda said angrily.

"Will the Great Chosen One fight with me for a shack?" if you don't believe him!," said Helena, glaring at them.

The Chosen One was lying half-dead on a stretcher, how could he possibly answer this question in a coma?

So the girls had to get busy again. This time they built a wooden shed that was taller and bigger than the one Helena had taken possession, and even rubbed a lot of wild flowers on the branches. At last, they smirked at Helena out of the corner of their eyes, humming a ditty as they carried the Chosen One inside.

By the time the sun went down, a campfire had been lit in the camp. The well-behaved and sensible two little snow foxes came back from playing in the forest, and they actually took back two fat hares in their mouths! This made the girls overjoyed, and they kept kissing the little snow foxes.

"Go away, don't let me see you guys messing with those disgusting things!" Helena yelled.

"It's not for you, it's for the Chosen One!" Linda replied.

"Yes, you should continue to drink your mushroom soup, the Chosen One needs nutrition, he has to drink the broth!" Jima looked very proud, like a kitten who had just eaten a fresh fish.

"Go, go, go downwind, get it, don't let that smell get into my nose!" Helena chased them away, disgustingly.

After working for most of the day, drinking the delicious broth, I felt particularly sweet.

"I said Jima, we need to keep an eye on it!" Linda stole a glance in the direction of the old witch.

"I don't understand ......"

"Oops, I said you just had a tendon missing from your head...... Didn't you see that she drank the blood of the Chosen One?"

"Oops, I almost forgot if you didn't say it!" "Jima shouted, "She smacked her mouth while drinking, she seems to like to drink a lot......"

"Be quiet!" Linda put her finger to her mouth and shhhed, "She looks very weak now, and she will definitely try to cut some blood from the Chosen One behind our backs and drink it as milk......"

"We must keep an eye on the Chosen One no matter what, and we must not let her succeed!" Hima nodded desperately, "But...... What if she's unreasonable? We can't beat her......"

"What if...... If she really wants to drink it, let her drink ours!"

She ...... She's not going to drain all of our blood, is she? I've heard that witches eat people......"

"She probably wouldn't...... Don't you see that she doesn't even eat rabbit meat, and besides, she needs us to do things for her, and to call us like slaves......"

"Okay......" Himma saw her snow-white arm and immediately hid it. The thought that one day a gray-haired old witch would suck her own blood on this arm immediately made me feel creepy.

Do you want to do whatever you want? There was the sound of crutches poking on the ground from behind. The girls immediately raised their vigilance. But they didn't dare to look back, for fear of seeing the blood-sucking fangs they had imagined.

"Ahem, ahem......" Helena did have the heart to drink the blood of the Chosen One, so that she could recover faster. But he was weak now, and drinking his blood was tantamount to hastening his death. She had no choice but to cough and said, "I said you two little girls, will you take care of the injured?"

"Of course!" Linda and Hima immediately stood up.

"Is that how you took care of him?" said Helena, angrily poking her cane at the ground, "Have you wiped his body?

"We've rubbed his body, but we've moved my muscles...... How can I move?"

"I'll just say you two are the stupidest girls in the world, and that's not wrong at all! Let him lie so stiff for so long, even if he eventually wakes up, he will become a cripple!" Helena spat out.

"And what do you say you should do?" the girls worried.

"You have to turn him over and breathe a lot of air, pat him on the back and get the blood flowing, otherwise he will sleep on his back and buttocks! Also, you have to massage his muscles and muscles regularly, otherwise they will gradually atrophy and eventually lose his mobility!"

"Oh my God!" the girls jumped up at once, scrambling to toss the sleeping Chosen One.

Helena shook her head and sighed as she trembled back to her wooden shed.

The girls tossed for a long time and finally stopped.

"Enough should be enough, right?" Linda began to wipe the sweat from the back of her hand.

"And that place didn't ......," Himma's face flushed.

"What's there to be shy about that?" Linda began to move: "We picked up and for him, it's not like we haven't seen ......"

"Linda, you say...... Will we be able to marry in the future?" said Hima.

"Can we still get married?" Linda gave her a blank look, "He's the first man to see our face, and we've even slept in a hammock with him!"

He ...... He's even pinched me with his hand!" Jima laughed as she glanced at the pair of little white rabbits thumping on her chest.

"But...... Alas, he already has a couple of wives!" Linda sighed.

"It is said that his marriage to Her Royal Highness Princess Catherine is illegitimate, and it has not been approved by the Great Council of the Holy Light Island!

"Maybe not, but who can tell?"

"And that Commander Edred, I can sense that she has a problem......"

At the mention of Eldred, the girls immediately fell silent. Eldred's beauty and temperament are not inferior to Princess Catherine and Queen Saiya, and the most important thing is that she is still unmarried.

"Didn't Princess Catherine introduce her to that wild York?" said Linda suddenly.

"Someone shoehorned you into a man you don't know, would you want it?" said Hima, giving her a blank look.

"Of course not!" Linda shook her head decisively.

They fell silent and looked at the sleeping man in front of them.

His face was much clearer, and he was covered with a dense stubble, and his muscles, which had been as strong as steel, were now gradually loosening, and he could even pinch a handful of skin with his hands.

Is this the Chosen One who swept the world and rarely met an opponent? The girls were so distressed that they wanted to cry.

Fortunately, there is another place where it feels harder and harder, and it is gradually erecting.

That's where the soft palms of the girls are caressing.

"It's fun!" said Linda, laughing deliciously.

"It's so strange, why is it that it was soft just now, why is it warped now?" Jima observed strangely.

"Shouldn't you want to pee?" Linda's words immediately made Hima avoid the little face.

"Oops, that scared me!" Hima punched Linda.

The two girls immediately grinned together.

The campfire in front of Helena the Witch was left with only embers. Her voice could not be seen in the darkness, but she could be heard muttering incessantly, sometimes like a storm, sometimes like a bird.

The stars turned, and the night passed slowly......