Chapter 2: Wetting the bed when you come to another world

The sun, which had been hanging high in the sky for a day, finally felt tired, and with a blush on its face, it fell diagonally to the grass to the west. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a few rays of afterglow reflected from the grass to the sky, dyeing half of the western sky.

A cool breeze blew, and several leafy trees rustled.

A vast meadow turned up a golden wave of grass, chasing the foot of the mountain in the distance. The occasional unpleasant wolf howl or two added to the desolation of the evening.

Mo Qing lay quietly in the grass and did not move, and the two howls just now let him know what the guy who was spewing hot air and sniffing around on him was. In the past, the old man used to get him meat of this kind of thing to eat.

Light a fire and place a branch with a few pieces of wolf meat on it on a shelf made of two branches. The orange flames licked lightly, and with the gentle swirling of the skewers, a few drops of yellow and clear fat slipped off the golden flesh of the roasted ground, and dripped onto the red coals with a popping sound.

The enchanting fragrance overflows into the nose and sprinkles with a layer of the old man's special seasoning, which can make people swallow their tongues.

Lying on the ground and trying to pretend to be dead, he carefully swallowed a little bit of saliva that finally appeared, but his stomach "purred" uncontrollably.

This voice not only frightened Mo Qing, but the wolf who was sniffing seriously on Mo Qing was also taken aback by this abrupt sound, stopped his movements, raised his head and tilted his head, looking like he was listening carefully, as if he was looking for the source of the sound.

After a while, he found that there was no movement, so he shook the hair on his body, preparing to eat the thin "corpse" on the ground, which only had a skeleton left.

Mo Qing's heart was full of despair, he had eaten countless things by himself, and he was finally going to eat himself, maybe he would become wolf dung tonight, staying alone in the wilderness, after the wind and rain, and then absorbed by the grass and trees, there was no scum left, and he disappeared into the world silently.

There was a "whoosh" sound, and the wolf, who had not yet eaten the ribs, snorted twice in pain and fell softly on Mo Qing's body, without even dying.

The wolf seemed to have eaten a lot of good food, and his hair was as black as silk, and it must have been pleasant to touch.

Mo Qing under it didn't look like he was enjoying it at all, and the heavy wolf corpse pressed heavily on his already weak body, making his eyes black for a while.

Mo Qing, who couldn't even move his fingers, could only curse in his heart for this wolf who had nothing to do and ate himself extremely fat, and the guy who killed the wolf but didn't take the prey away quickly.

As his consciousness began to blur, he finally heard the 'whoop' of weeds being swept away, and a slightly heavier exhalation.

With a light body, it seemed that the damn wolf was brought aside, and Mo Qing, who knew that he would not be crushed to death by the wolf again, was relieved, and finally fainted with confidence.

A man with what appeared to be animal fur around his waist, carrying a large bow on his back, pulled out the feathered arrow that went straight into his brain from the wolf's eye, and looked at the boy lying on the ground in front of him with a strange and concerned gaze, as thin as a nest of fish bones.

The boy was about five or six years old, and his naked body was covered in dirty dust. A head of dirty hair, like withered grass, was piled up in a mess on his head. The eye socket is deeply sunken, so the brow bone appears high.

seems to feel the cold, and the **** under the crotch is shrunk only with a small head. On the right arm was a monkey curled up, four small paws tightly clasping the boy's arm, and a fist-sized body was equally dirty, and the color of the hair was indiscernible except that the type was barely recognizable from the outline.

The man pulled the arrow out of the wolf's eye, pulled a handful of weeds to remove the eyeball hanging from the arrow, and after wiping the blood, he inserted the arrow back into the quiver hanging from his waist.

A strange word came out of his mouth, and the man bent down and stretched out his hand to push the child, and when he saw that the push could not wake him up, he pulled him with his hand, only to feel soft.

The man put his hand to his nose, and only then did he feel a faint breath that seemed to be broken at any moment.

Glancing up at the low sky, and the things around him that had become hazy as it was getting dark, the big man stood up. Grabbing the wolf's two front legs with his hands, and with a slight strain of his right arm, the huge wolf was thrown onto his bare shoulder.

The man stooped down again, picked up the thin boy with his left hand, and took the boy and the monkey hanging from his arm into his broad bosom. Stepping on the slightly dewy weeds, he walked into the blurred distance and disappeared into the vast dusk......

A few rays of light, I don't know whether it was the morning sun or the setting sun, from the window supported by a few small logs*** to the equally simple bed placed against the back wall of this room, shrouded the body on the bed that was covered by the futon with only a pale little face, as if trying to give him a little warmth.

Mo Qing felt that he had a long, long dream.

In his dreams he saw his grandfather, an old man who was always teasing and teasing, running back and forth in the mountains, calling his name anxiously and crying in his voice.

Mo Qing smiled secretly when he saw it, and suddenly jumped in front of the old man, ready to scare him. But the old man, as if he had not seen him, still shouted his name in a hoarse throat, and walked directly past him and ran into the distance.

Mo Qing looked at the old man's bleak and much older back, his nose was sour and he cried, he couldn't care about the prank anymore, and ran towards the old man crying loudly, but the old man was still looking into the distance as if he hadn't heard his shout, and the crying call echoed in the valley over and over again.

Mo Qing cried, crying very sadly. He sat down on the ground weakly, listening to the old man's cries that were gradually becoming inaudible.

Suddenly, a lot of chaotic pictures appeared in his mind, and these blurry pictures continued to hover and stagger in his head, flashing one after another, making him extremely depressed.

Mo Qing tried hard to get rid of the entanglement of these pictures, but he couldn't wake up.

While he was struggling there, Mo Qing suddenly felt an uncontrollable urge to urinate coming at him, so he covered his ***** with his hands and ran around looking for a reliable place.

Finally, a wall appeared hazy in front of him, Mo Qing was happy in his heart, and while running towards the wall, he quickly pulled his pants down, and just ran to the wall, before he could stand firmly, a stream of urine rushed out in a hurry.

Mo Qing pushed the **** forward hard, the urine flowed out of it hotly, and a slightly painful but comfortable feeling spread throughout the abdomen and body.

Mo Qing had an indescribable good feeling, he had never thought that peeing was such a pleasant thing. When he finished urinating, his body relaxed like a tight string.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Qing felt a little warm under his body. He had a bad feeling in his heart.