Jonas’ behavior made Lu Zhengkang doubt his character at a certain moment.

It is very difficult to live in this magical world, especially after looking at history, every wise person can clearly realize that civilization is regressing. From the age of mythology to the post-magic age, the Quaternary era has become a very ordinary period. Now, maybe in a few more epochs, people will completely forget the huge potential of personal power. Everyone lives mediocre and begins to live in this cold world with the help of the collective heat.

　　 However, it is precisely because of the interference of supernatural forces such as magic, demon gods, and the Holy Spirit that people are particularly open to abnormal events.

　　Brighton kid is a coward kid who is greedy for life and fear of death. If there are no accidents, this will be his future character. But he did show surprising resilience and resistance to pressure.

　　 Lu Zhengkang touched the dashing mane on his face and thought to himself, maybe this is a talent.

The troll patted his belly and was hungry. No matter what he thinks, he should put it aside first. Eating is a serious matter. There are a few pounds of potatoes in the barrel, some cabbage, a few rotten tomatoes, and half a piece of cheese. In the wooden box, there are several bags of coarse sea salt and a lot of smoked meat, and there are six bags of coarse wheat flour.

　　 There is food, there is fire, Lu Zhengkang rubs his hands, almost the smell of civilized society lingers on the tip of his nose!

　　 But the problem is that there is no pot.

　　 Lu Zhengkang is really shocked this time, this place has everything, even the **** bucket, but why there is no pot?

　　 Do those dead people like to eat baked goods?

The troll sighed, took ten huge potatoes with his fingers, and spread them on the embers beside the bonfire. The tomatoes were also set beside the fire. Then, he placed the orc's two-handed sword on the fire. It was as wide as the palm. When the iron plate. Starting

A meal was made slowly. In the middle of the process, the fragrance diffused. The Brighton boy changed his pants without running out, with a satisfied smile on his face. The old man’s pants were big for him, like a long skirt. Normally, he dangled a few times, and then sneaked toward Lu Zhengkang.

When the troll heard the dragging footsteps, he turned his head and glanced at him. Jonas tiptoed and saw Lu Zhengkang's three scary black eyes. He didn't dare to move, then his center of gravity became disaligned, and then he stumbled and his pants slipped. After he got down, he tripped over his trousers and knocked on Lu Zhengkang's feet with his face and bare butt.

　　 "……"

　　 The troll sighed again, and picked him up by his collar. He now suspects that this Brighton kid is neurotic rather than a simple big heart.

　　 Language once again became an obstacle to communication. The troll's lips flipped twice, but after all he could not say a word, Lu Zhengkang sighed again and put Jonas down.

　　 This kid was holding his nose with one hand and holding his waistband with the other, his face flushed from shame.

Lu Zhengkang sat down, patted the ground next to him, and signaled Jonas to sit down. The shame of the Brighton kid came quickly and went faster, and immediately sat next to Lu Zhengkang by himself, deliberately being very close. , Looks good for the brothers.

　　 Jonas seems to be born with a pleasing temperament, like the protagonist of a comedy, optimistic, lively and nervous, greedy for life but fearful of death, but bold, a standard to a little oversized Brighton.

　　 Lu Zhengkang used his nails to fork a simmered potato and handed it to Jonas. He took it naturally, put it in his arms, held it in his clothes, and kept blowing on the hot potatoes. In the dimly lit room, in the faint firelight, the boy's smile couldn't help, like a quiet afternoon woods, with flames beating on his brown pupils, flashing slyly.

　　 The wolves began to rest. There was no cold wind in the warm room. The large stone windows allowed air to circulate very comfortably. Everything was comfortable except for the slight coldness.

　　 The trolls and Brighton people start to enjoy food.

　　 Great eating has a natural sense of ritual, which can cover all the signs of home, affection and warmth.

　　 The boy gnawed potatoes while looking at the trolls around him.

　　 It is glowing!

　　 Yes, although it is faint, it is indeed glowing. It is as clean as the stars and moon, as fine as the water waves, its hair is soft and dense, and its posture is peaceful and peaceful. If you don't witness its killing, how can it be regarded as a terrifying beast?

　　 "Mr. Troll, are you wise?"

　　 "..." Lu Zhengkang's sharp fangs tore off the barbecue jerky. Because he didn't have molars, he had to swallow it whole, but he couldn't enjoy the taste of a little bit of mixed meaty saliva.

"Mr. Troll, let me teach you how to speak! If you don't want to, just shake your head... Ha, you really want me to teach you how to speak! When I teach you, we can talk heartily, you must have a lot of great The experience of killing big bears, killing cats, and even tree spirits..." New 81 Chinese website updated the fastest computer terminal: https://

　　 Lu Zhengkang eats silently.

　　 three full hours.

Lu Zhengkang ate his meal and went to the door to dig two fresh sips of snow to drink. Jonas followed him all the way. Now he has begun to teach him language, often pointing to something, then saying a word, and finishing. Just stared at the troll, and when he saw it was silent, he changed something.

Lu Zhengkang listened carefully. Although there is not much to learn in the scope of activities, thanks to Jonas’s amazing amount of nonsense, he has already uttered a lot of nouns and can understand a little what the Brighton kid said. Content.

　　 Vocabulary such as troll, sword, leather armor, snow, snow, plain, mountain, etc., are repeatedly emphasized and confirmed.

　　 This is how I have to spend the next days.

In his free time in the afternoon, Lu Zhengkang practiced swordsmanship for a while. As a master of martial arts, even if he specializes in palm skills, he also knows a lot of swordsmanship. When he is right, the world's martial arts are integrated by him, although many martial arts Haven't really practiced, but the moves are no strangers.

　　 There is no internal energy to use sword energy, but with the strength of the troll, it is not a problem to break the enemy and slash.

　　Magic energy system is different from inner energy and soul energy. Past experience can only play a little reference value, but Lu Zhengkang intends to explore the linkage relationship between magic energy and spirit and body.

　　 The troll sword dances elegantly and as a poem. The boy looked mesmerized by the side, as if watching the ape flying in the sky~lightnovelpub.net~ and the sword is like a bird in the palm. The two are harmonious but different.

Jonas felt that everything he saw before his eyes was a miracle of destiny and the gift of the Holy Spirit. He couldn't help but feel excited and wanted to learn Lu Zhengkang's swordsmanship, but he was too young, no more than four feet tall, and weak in physique. , Unable to master the iron sword, so he secretly ran away to pick up branches in the woods.

　　 The troll watched the boy's every move, he kept moving and didn't pay much attention to his whereabouts.

　　 Not long after, there was an exclamation in the woods and several wolf howls. The boy stumbled and ran out. Two ice wolves were chasing after him, but it was the male wolves who had previously confronted the walrus carcasses with the wolves.

　　 They are here to beat the autumn breeze again.

　　 The wolves came from the shack, but the trolls moved faster.

　　 Lu Zhengkang rushed to Jonas in two steps. The moment he tripped over his trousers, he swung his sword across the boy's hair, and the tip of the sword shook slightly and flashed two brilliance.

　　 Two male wolves were stabbed into the head by the sword tips and died on the spot.

Jonas didn’t mean to be afraid at all, he just rushed over and hugged the troll’s thigh tightly, “Ahhhhh! You come to save me! Hahaha, I only know!” He was very happy, “You can teach me How to fight? You were really handsome just now!"

　　 Lu Zhengkang glanced at the branch in the boy's hand. It was a dead branch at all, not to mention being used as a wooden swordsman, even if it was swung slightly faster, it would break.

　　The little boy without common sense cannot survive in Skyrim.

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