Phi-Fic Chapter 122 A Bold Guess (Favorites and more)
Chapter 122 A Bold Guess (Favorites and more)
Chapter 122 A Bold Guess (Favorites and more)
The current patriarch of the White Tiger Clan is Slater's mother, Hilda, who has royal blood.Slater stood beside Hilda and bowed his head slightly, ready to listen to his mother Hilda's instruction at any time.
When Hilda looked at Zhuang Xiaomeng, Zhuang Xiaomeng was also looking at her.
Slater doesn't look much like Hilda, but he has learned a lot from Hilda's demeanor and aura.
Hilda stared at Zhuang Xiaomeng silently, with an imperceptible majesty and pressure that affected the other tribes around her.
From Zhuang Xiaomeng's point of view, the entire White Tiger Clan, which looked very cold together, was not as cold as Hilda's.She thought she was back on the mountain again, and the biting cold wind was blowing.
"Zhuang Xiaomeng?" When saying this name, although Hilda's tone was calm, there was an imperceptible tremor.
Did he even give this name to someone else?
"It's me." Zhuang Xiaomeng kept her animal body. She doesn't even have any clothes at the moment, so it doesn't mean that she will be fruitful!
The more Zhuang Xiaomeng looked, the more familiar Hilda's eyebrows and eyes looked, and she looked very similar to her mother Sally in this body.Or, is Sally like her? !
"Take her down first to wash and change clothes." Hilda turned her head slightly and ordered the people behind her.
A young female came out, and when she walked to Zhuang Xiaomeng's side, she couldn't help but look more at the missing piece of hair on Zhuang Xiaomeng's head.
The corners of her eyes trembled invisibly, Zhuang Xiaomeng knew that she might want to laugh but didn't dare to.After all, the atmosphere here is too serious.
Once it comes, it will be safe, Zhuang Xiaomeng followed the female and walked aside.When she turned around, she noticed that there were only a few who could sit, except for the patriarch Hilda, there were only a few old elders and a young male with a wooden mask.
The identities of these people are ready to be revealed. The old orc must be an elder with a great voice in the clan. As for this masked man who can't see his face at all, it should be the priest who knows everything about the cub.
There is a large hot spring behind the temple, where many orcs who come to worship will clean their bodies. After washing quickly, Zhuang Xiaomeng puts on the cotton shorts handed over by the young female.
Zhuang Xiaomeng's figure is completely outlined by the upper and lower short suits, which are the daily wear of females of the White Tiger tribe.Especially when holding shorts, Zhuang Xiaomeng felt that the corners of her eyes were moist.
It wasn't the fur skirt, and it wasn't the damn skirt either. She finally didn't have to worry about being exposed, and she could wear pants!
The proud bust props up the vest-style top, and a small waist is exposed between the vest and shorts.No more frills, simple yet comfortable and easy to move around.
Back in the temple again, these orcs seemed to be frozen there without moving a bit.
Rigid, single-minded, and stubborn, this is Zhuang Xiaomeng's first impression of them, and it is usually difficult to convince such people.
Looking into Zhuang Xiaomeng's eyes, Hilda's lips trembled slightly, and the clansmen behind her also made small discussions after seeing Zhuang Xiaomeng's appearance.
"Joyce's daughter, she looks a lot like..."
"Like Prince Slater too..."
The voice was very low, and it was difficult for Zhuang Xiaomeng to fully hear what they were talking about.However, in these few words, she had a bold guess.
"You are Joyce's daughter, that is, Slater's younger sister, but you cannot have the title of the royal family."
Drive a night train and add one more, broken sleep
(End of this chapter)