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Cecil still prevented this "tragedy" of intelligent creatures eating each other. Of course, in the eyes of people in this world, this is not a "tragedy" at all, but just an ordinary eating. After all, Langdon said If he is identified as "spreading different civilizations", he will end up becoming real food.

terrible.

Cecil took the Tibetan mastiff out of the sea of ​​saffron, knelt down and said to it, "Can you understand me?"

The Tibetan Mastiff nodded, his small eyes showed a pitiful and helpless expression, and from time to time he glanced at Karohe, who was baring his teeth.

"I think, since we are all intelligent creatures, it's better to be peaceful." Cecil tried to appease Carroe, "Look, I'm not against eating meat, but you're not hungry right now, are you? There is no need to kill an intelligent life, you see, it is not delicious, so thin, how can it be as fat as a rhinoceros."

"You can eat even if you're not hungry." Carroll said naturally, "He's about to gain the glory of magic, and he's going to be crowned the title of magic mastiff, that's not acceptable!"

"Uh... does this cost you anything?" Cecil wondered if there was something he didn't know.

"Of course, only we elk can crown the glory of magic in this grassland!" Karohe emphasized, "If it can do it too, won't the glory of magic become cheap?"

Cecil thought for a long time: "So, there is no real damage, is there?"

"Yes, my glory!"

"I can tell you some interesting gossip, share the glory with him."

"A lot! Lots and lots!"

"I promise, you'll never hear enough gossip in your life!"

Carroll raised his head proudly: "Okay, for your sake, I'll let this dirty mastiff go."

The Tibetan mastiff let out a low bark, and immediately lowered its head when Karoer looked over, buried its mouth in its paws, with an expression of "I listen to you".

"What are you doing here?" Cecil asked.

The Tibetan mastiff looked at Cecil with round eyes, carefully picked up a flower on the ground, chewed it, and then spit red saliva on the wound of its paw.

Wow, that's really smart.

Cecil nodded: "How do you know this thing works?"

The Tibetan mastiff opened its mouth and let out some vague barking sounds, as if trying to speak, but it failed in the end. Since the magic of interpreting cannot translate, it means that its brain is not strong enough to form organized expressions, otherwise it can be heard got it.

"Okay, anyway, you can go."

Cecil stood up and took out a small straw bag, which he made up, and was going to take some saffron home, which he couldn't afford to buy every day.He had just picked a few flowers when a low bark sounded at his feet. He looked down and found that the Tibetan Mastiff actually put a flower at his feet.

"Uh..." Before Cecil had time to say anything, the Tibetan mastiff limped away again, and after a while, another flower was placed at his feet.

Cecil squatted down to pick out the stamens, including the bottom of the yellow stigma. There is no need to distinguish between the top and the bottom here, as long as they are effective.Just like that, the movement of the Tibetan Mastiff was much faster than that of a human, and soon the small grass bag was full.

"Okay, that's enough." Cecil said relievedly, at least he didn't save a white-eyed wolf, and it would be nice to repay his kindness, "This much is enough, I'm leaving."

For some reason, Cecil had a premonition that this matter would not end easily.

Sure enough, after walking a few steps, he heard movement behind him, and when he looked back, the Tibetan mastiff was following him, with the same pitiful expression on his face.He touched his nose and said, "Why are you following me?"

The Tibetan mastiff lay down on its stomach, with its hands stretched forward.

Cecil sighed and said, "If you follow me, you must be obedient and do a lot of things."

The Tibetan Mastiff kept nodding his head, his hair flying up and down.

"Let's go." Cecil didn't mind having a pet, not to mention that this "pet" had an insanely high IQ, "Do you have a name?"

Tibetan Mastiff shook his head.

"May I give you one?"

Tibetan Mastiff nodded.

"Then...can I call you baby?"

There was a moment of hesitation in the footsteps of the Tibetan mastiff. After a while, it seemed to have made up its mind, and followed closely after nodding slightly.

Carroll next to him let out a mocking laugh.

Cecil didn't get home until midnight. He went out alone, and came back with a dog. Although he was a little embarrassed, he didn't think Langdon would mind. It wasn't the first time anyway.

The temperature at night has become a little cooler. A square ditch is dug in front of the mud house to keep the flames alive all night. The wild children wake up regularly to add wood and check whether there is any problem with the bone soup pot. This is their main task every day. .

Cecil found that the original hardwood pot had been replaced by a huge iron bucket, and the fire in the ditch was much stronger. He leaned over and peeked into the bucket. The beef bones were rolling up and down in the soup, and the smell of meat and With the fishy smell wafting out, the amount of soup has indeed increased a lot.

Better to make a wooden cover in the future to prevent dust from falling in, Cecil thought.

There was a voice from inside the mud hut. Cecil raised his head and saw Langdon's figure appearing at the door. He was not surprised. Langdon was always the most vigilant one. He thought Langdon would greet him with a smile and ask Let's talk about the baby's background, and then urge him to go to bed. Unexpectedly, this time is different.

Langdon stepped out the door, his smile still provocative under the moonlight, and he opened his mouth as if he was about to speak. Suddenly, everything froze, and he stood there in a walking posture, completely motionless.

Cecil waited for a while, then followed Langdon's line of sight to the baby for some unknown reason, and then the baby looked at Langdon.

A few seconds later, Langdon's long legs bent forward suddenly landed on the ground, his hind legs lifted up, and after that, they did not move again.He took a few steps, like a stop-motion animation, each movement was very quick and remained still for a long time.

For some reason, Cecil felt that such movements looked familiar...

"This is the demon I met... Caroue... the leader of the elk said that it is a Tibetan mastiff that is about to be crowned with the title of magic. It has a bad life, is very pitiful, and is willing to help. I think it will be useful in the future so I brought it back." Cecil explained, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Langdon seemed to have overcome something and returned to normal again. He walked over slowly while staring at the baby, "It's just that some things in his nature are difficult to overcome."

As Langdon approached, the baby slowly backed away, and finally almost snuggled up against Cecil's lap, showing its weakness, pitifulness, and helplessness to the fullest.

"Is it really okay?" Cecil asked with concern.

"It's nothing..." Langdon looked away from the baby with difficulty, "It's okay to tell you, you know, I'm not a human, but I'm not an animal either."

When Langdon said this, Cecil clapped his palms and shouted, "Ah, I remembered, you acted like a cat just now!"

That feline stillness when it sees prey.

"emmmmm..." Langdon gave "that" smile, "I'm not an animal, and I'm not a magical animal."

"I know, I'm sorry." Cecil felt unsure why, "Then you are?"

Langdon stretched out his arms, as if stretching himself. Behind him slowly emerged a huge, translucent cat, about three meters tall, when Cecil looked up like an idiot with his mouth open. At this time, his body gradually became transparent, while the giant cat turned into a real thing.

The giant cat has an extremely unscientific blue fur, which is not the nearly gray color of blue cats on Earth, but a solid dark blue. Under the moonlight, its fur shone with an extremely coquettish luster.

"We are the ancient race, the remnants of the legendary era." The giant cat spit out Langdon's voice, "The creatures of that era were characterized by being huge, and any kind of giant creature you see is likely to have the blood of the remnants."

After Cecil stood there with his mouth open for a long time, the first words he spit out were: "I, can I touch you?"

The giant cat unexpectedly showed a very humane sighing expression, stretched its paws forward like a real cat, and said, "Many people are like this, so I don't like to show my body, but come on, you can touch."

The baby had already run far away with its tail between its legs, peeking out a head from behind the mud hut to watch secretly.

Trembling, Cecil leaned forward and reached out to touch the blue fur—it was hard and prickly, but not painful—and when he continued to touch it, he felt soft and fluffy, like an expensive fur. The down jacket has the warmth that living things do not have.

"Oh oh oh..." Cecil made a very misleading voice, and couldn't help but rest his head on Langdon's paw. He was a little longer than Langdon's front legs, and Langdon's hair could hold him back. Half drowned, "Langdon, sleep with me, I need you."

At this moment, Cecil only thought of one thing: When the hell will I be able to sleep on such a warm and soft bed!

Of course this is impossible, don't even think about it.

Cecil's fur body suddenly disappeared, and he fell to the ground like a log, with his face covered in mud.Langdon still stood in front of him, with a helpless smile: "Sorry, I don't like to share a bed with other people."

Cecil looked up at Langdon for a moment, then buried his face in the ground in annoyance.

Damn, why am I so ashamed in front of the male god!

Cecil had a dream all night. In the dream, he was pressed under a huge warm object. The fur and softness were very similar to Langdon. When he finally stretched out his arms to hug him, he found that he was facing " Cecil" that deadpan face.

"Your penis is on fire." "Original Cecil" said coldly.

"..."

Cecil opened his eyes, feeling wet under his crotch, ah, the feeling of youth came back.He sat up, staring blankly at the rising sun outside the window, and suddenly realized that it was already past the stall time!

He got up quickly, rushed out of the house, and found that the soup bucket and Langdon were gone, only Luther was weaving grass blades leisurely. When he saw him, he raised the thing in his hand and said, "I heard that you last night Have you seen the real body of His Royal Highness Templar?"