Zerg Achilles

You still go on the journey with Quinto.

The grass camel carried you and the female away from the camping place. The wind blew up on the grassland. Kuntu seemed to be prepared. He took out a gauze scarf from his luggage, dragged your grass camel, and wrapped the gauze around the ground. on your head.

You originally wanted to do it yourself, but controlling the camel took up most of your attention, and it was difficult to free up another hand, so you acquiesced in his behavior.

The tip of your nose smells of pine resin, as does Kuntu, chewing something in his mouth, and you recall what Yuri cut from the Ruyun pine.

You hold the reins, turn your head, the white tent is getting farther and farther away, a tall green pillar stands abruptly at the left rear of the tent group, like a finger poking out of the ground, pointing to the sky full of scolding.

The females grazing, the cubs playing, and the herd of grass camels leisurely spread out in the boundless grassland, but it is difficult to make people happy, only feeling heavy and cold.

You look away, there is still a bow hanging on the grass camel, Yuri gave you a lot of food, including this bow, at the time of parting, he disapproved of Kuntu taking you to hunt maned lions, and emphasized that the journey was hard, and males should stay in the tribe.

Su Ke said, "God's will cannot be changed."

He makes you feel that the purpose of this journey is not so simple, and the process will not be too easy.

Kuntu unexpectedly didn't say anything, he tied the bow Yuri gave you to your grass camel, and took you away.

The tent was soon out of sight. You followed the direction of the river, and the wind started to pick up. Kuntu stopped and took out thick clothes and rain cloaks from his luggage, with the logo of the alliance on them.

Although the wind is strong at this time, the sun is still hanging high in the sky, and a stream of humid heat is transpiring from the ground. You feel hot, and it is hard to imagine adding clothes to your body.

He looked at the rolling gray clouds where the sky and the earth meet and said, "It's going to start raining."

You dressed in half-belief, about half an hour later, the sky suddenly changed, and it started to rain lightly. The rain gradually became heavier, and the wind did not stop. You were wearing thick clothes, chewing jerky on the grass camel .

The rainwater flowed down the cloak, and the grass camel's hair was wet by the rain, and it stuck to the flesh. Its neck was thick and long, but its head was small. The weight and the cold made it make a thick and long cry , you try to spread your cloak to shelter it from the wind and rain.

Kuntu was still wearing a vest, and kept correcting the direction of the camel in the heavy rain. You avoided the river and followed the unclear migration route of the wild camel.

In the evening, the sky gradually dimmed, and the rain continued intermittently throughout the day, with the tendency to intensify.

Kuntu is holding the reins of the two grass camels, just in case you can’t control them, he walks ahead, the rain hits him with thunderbolts, splashing small splashes, he is completely soaked, but he is safe and sound Sitting firmly on the grass camel, he never even shivered.

You stand on the sidelines and don't say a word.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the grass camels refused to go any further, so Kuntu had no choice but to jump off his back and forcefully led the two grass camels to find a place to camp.

Along the way, the terrain of the grassland gradually developed into hills, and there were sparsely undulating and gentle low hills on the endless grassland. Kuntu led the grass camel and found the camp before the sky completely darkened.

It was the gap left under the two fallen rocks, about half the size of a tent, which cut off the rain, exposed the dry ground, and the carbon marks left by the burning of the campfire.

After confirming that it was safe, Kuntu unloaded his luggage and let the camel rest. You jumped off the camel with his hand, and then walked into the camp tonight. The inside is cleaner than you imagined. Sandy soil, no strange smell in the air, the surrounding stone walls are dry, and there is no trace of rainwater intrusion.

You find a sleeping bag from your luggage, spread it on the ground, turn on the twisting light you carry, and the white light illuminates the cave. Kuntu tied up the camel and walked in wet, took off his vest, wrung out the water, and then leaned on the Gasping on the rocks at the mouth of the cave.

It's not the first time you've seen him half-naked, but without the cover of night, those half-hidden details suddenly unfold in front of you.

His jaw, his neck, the extent of his breathing, the rain is like a transparent line, hanging down from the strong and bulging muscles to the tight waist.

You looked at him coldly, then lowered your eyelids after a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Cold?" He held up the water bag and asked you, "Do you want a drink?"

You hesitated for a moment and nodded, he threw the water bag over, still leaning against the entrance of the cave, you picked up the water bag from the sand, opened it and smelled it, there was a strong smell of wine, lifted the water bag, and filled it carefully a mouthful.

"It smells a bit weird." He smacked.

You shake the wine sac and smell a little herbal scent. Most females don't like vegetarian food, and the same goes for herbs.

"Sometimes I really don't know if you are conservative or profligate."

You coughed violently, put down the water bladder, he folded his arms and looked at you with a casual attitude: "You will drink what the female worms have drunk, accept short-term marks, and sleep in a tent with me, but hate that I don't wear clothes? "

You ignored it, and he hooked the corner of his mouth: "I can't believe it, you haven't been hysterical once."

There was playfulness in his tone, and maybe a sense of boredom, like a beast teasing a rabbit after its fullness.

You don't have to answer.

The grass camel walked slowly, its tall body blocked the entrance of the cave, and the sound of the cold wind and heavy rain was also blocked out, so the existence of the female was particularly strong. You sat on the sleeping bag, held up the wine bag, and everything you did As usual, unmoved.

He raised his eyebrows, probably feeling that your reaction was a little boring, so he leaned against the stone wall and closed his eyes to rest.

The night is long, the wind and rain never stop.

You turn off the light, get into your sleeping bag and adjust your posture, but you can’t fall asleep, your senses are more acute when you close your eyes, the sound of rain passes through the night and the stone wall, coming from all directions like a tide, they peel off your outer shell, dragging you carefully Pull out your hidden emotions.

You feel tired and weary.

Your life has not been smooth, you were not born in the alliance, and you have no family. You spent your short infancy on a barren planet. The father who took care of you made you call him a teacher. That's right, it's a long loneliness, with only plants and books to accompany you.

The father cares about the female father, but the female father is imprisoned in the bedroom by the father. You rarely see him. In a limited time, he will be taken out of the room by the father and brought to the balcony. You can see his back from the window of the study. Tall, cold and arrogant, dismissive of his father.

It is difficult for you to understand such feelings, and you do not sympathize with him, and your father does not need you to understand. He taught you tolerance, kindness, and perseverance. He told you many things outside the study room, but he did not teach you love.

Maybe he never got it himself, he was always chasing after him, obviously his father was locked in the room by him, but his soul was far away from him, he was too tired and depressed, the enemy was his weakness, and He will never break that wall.

You're like him, and he's upset about it, and he's teaching you to read poetry, and he's trying to make you understand love, but he's explaining it all wrong.

Your father is wearing gold-rimmed glasses, sitting on the balcony, his eyes behind the glasses are dull and calm, repeatedly asking you to recite the meaning of love.

You answered one by one, and finally he said: "There will always be a moment in your life when you will meet an unforgettable person. Some of them are stars and clouds in the sky, and some are rain and snow on the wasteland, but the nebula is only You can look up, rain and snow are unpredictable, and you can’t force what doesn’t belong to you.”

He paused as he spoke, his eyes fell on the bedroom for a long time.

He still didn't teach you, you witnessed his death and was shot through your heart by a bullet, only then did you know who he imprisoned, a mate that a male who doesn't belong to the qualifications of his father can have.

You were taken back to the alliance, and your father was buried on that barren star under your strong request. He didn't give you a lot of affection, but he did regard you as his child, even though he didn't recognize his father's identity , because from the bottom of his heart, he doesn't agree that his feelings are correct.

You haven't seen the female father again, but you have vaguely heard about him. He got married soon, and you don't want to inquire about his life anymore.

You try to avoid the flaws of your character and build your life with rules, but it is not solid, and you make the same mistakes without knowing it.

Kuntu spread the sleeping bag next to you, not far away, and it would not make you feel uncomfortable. He lay in the sleeping bag and turned over to look at you.

"You don't look happy."

You forget that female vision is never affected by light.

"No." You turned your back to him, and Kuntu smiled: "It's not good to have a sad face and a sad face."

"you are boring."

"Yes."

You shouldn’t feel angry, and let your emotions dominate your mind, but the person who annoys you really picked the wrong time. You got up from your sleeping bag and turned on the twist light. Kuntu opened his eyes in surprise, and one of his arms was resting on his head. , with the other hand on his waist, his long legs spread out casually, in a defenseless posture.

You marked him, the female may not be clear, but you understand what it means, you just disdain to use such methods, and you don't want to waste too much emotion on him, but he makes you feel upset, you can only Shut him up by punishing him.

"Where are your worm marks?"

He twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at you a little funny, as if he didn't know what expression to put on: "What?"

You tell him, "Maybe you shouldn't let the worms tag you casually."

You have never tried flirting methods, and you have no practical experience, but undressing is not difficult. You took a sip of wine with your wine bag, took off your coat, unbuttoned your shirt, and released as much breath as possible .

Then you pressed down on him in one go, and you looked down at his stunned expression, and asked coldly, "Resist?"

You lift his chin up, scornfully twitching.

"There's something wrong with you." He was startled by your actions, and then he turned his head suddenly to look at the wine bag next to him, his brows were furrowed, and he cursed as if remembering something: "You bastard, Su Ke."