MTL - Orc Predator-~ ☆Chapter Little Devil

The second district, the market.

"As the person in charge of District 9, what are you doing in District 2?" Les glanced at a group of female non-orcs not far away who were staring at the nympho, and turned his head and frowned at the black-haired green eyes in front of him. , The handsome orc spoke impatiently. It's annoying to be interrupted by these idiots on a good day.

"This is an order from Lord Deseven. I hope I can personally protect you. Now the Augustine Continent is in a period of turmoil." Joe Drummond replied solemnly after giving a standard hand kiss...God knows how long he fought for it Only then did he convince Lord Desaivin Longte to let him be Rice's personal bodyguard.

"I don't need it." Rice's tone was unceremonious.

"Lord Longte, I am the guardian who swore to you. This is my duty." Drummond replied seriously.

Rice was silent for a moment, and a trademark smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Very well, then you can follow." After speaking, he turned and left.

Qiao intuitively felt that he would definitely be unlucky if he kept up, but a warrior would not be deterred by love because of small difficulties. So he tidied up his clothes carefully, and followed Rice's pace with his head held high and his chest high.

Les ignored the orcs behind him, walked all the way to the market, and swaggered and sat opposite two strange orcs. Suddenly a natural female sat down in front of them, and the two orcs were dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"This...Mr. Les? Longte?" One of them recognized Les, but he couldn't understand the idea of ​​this weird non-beastman for a while, so he asked hesitantly.

Les smiled without answering, his eyes swept across the two orcs affectionately.

There was a halo in the purple eyes, like fine crystals, and people couldn't take their eyes away from the flashes of their expressions. The exquisite face was made by the gods, as stunning as a goblin, and the corners of the mouth were slightly raised with a faint smile. The orcs only had four words when they saw it—the soul was out of their minds.

Feeling that Les seemed to have a good impression of him, the two orcs were suddenly in a good mood, and began to show more enthusiasm to the purple-haired non-orcs like chicken blood. Joe in the back was so angry that his face was twitching with veins, seeing how the two orcs who were obviously attracted by Les's charm were not pleasing to the eye.

Les glanced at the livid-faced Joe behind him calmly, and suddenly leaned over and approached one of the orcs in a seductive gesture: "Do you like me?"

Drummond's face was so dark that it was almost the bottom of the pot, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists.

The sweet scent of a natural female lingered on the nose, and the orc nodded dizzily: "I like it, I like it very much!"

Les smiled with satisfaction, and turned to another orc: "What about you?"

The other orc also couldn't resist such a temptation, and hurriedly nodded to show his determination.

"If you defeat him, you can become my guardian." Les smiled lightly, and glanced at Joe behind him. The two orcs followed his gaze and fell on Joe, their expressions suddenly became fierce, and then they let out a low growl at the same time, and rushed forward one after the other.

Just in time. Joe Drummond gritted his teeth and thought in his heart, he was going to beat up these damned orcs, and he dared to seduce his female, it is unforgivable!

Les got up, without even looking at the three orcs who were fighting lively, he went straight to another group of strange orcs, brushed his long hair, and gestured charmingly to Tiancheng. With just one glance, a few more orcs were willing to fight for him.

Joe knocked an orc into the air with one punch, and the latter fell heavily to the ground, but jumped up again as if feeling no pain at all, and rushed towards Joe tirelessly. This obviously excited state does not look like what orcs have under normal circumstances. Joe couldn't help frowning, and knocked the orc away again. Taking advantage of the gap of a few seconds, he looked back at Les. The non-orc had a slight smile on his mouth, and a faint purple light flickered in his eyes, which obviously activated magic.

It seems that the magic of the Longte family is far from simple analysis and prophecy. This thought flashed across Joe's mind, and then he turned around and threw the rushing orc out again.

Rice sat in the market until night, and the battle continued until night. Although Joe Drummond was strong, the orcs were too annoying, and they all tried their best to fight. Ken stopped, and the number was extremely large. In the end, even Joe was exhausted, his body was bruised and purple, and he was in a mess, but he insisted on refusing to fall down.

Les Longte belongs to him, and he will never give it up to anyone!

Knocking down the last orc to the ground with all his strength, Joe Drummond stood up unsteadily as he watched the latter fall into a coma unwillingly, and showed a purple-haired non-orc not far away. Tired smile. At this time, besides him and Rice, there are many natural females who look at him with admiration, many of them are of good background and beautiful appearance. Although they are not as stunning as Rice, they are more gentle and considerate. The type of demon cultivated by the Longte clan is rare.

But for Joe Drummond, no matter how big the world is, he only has the little purple-haired devil in his eyes, and there is no room for anyone else.

Les looked up at the sky, yawned a little bored, walked up to Drummond unhurriedly, stretched out a hand and drew circles on the orc's chest unhurriedly, as if teasing, he She smiled and said, "I said, your charm is not bad, why do you always follow me?"

"I'm your guardian." Drummond said without thinking.

Rice didn't answer, the smile on his lips deepened slightly, and he moved closer and stretched out his hand to help the orc carefully arrange the messy and tattered clothes due to the battle. The sudden closeness of the non-orc made Drummond's heart beat suddenly faster, his face flushed quickly, and his body was as stiff as a rock, daring not to move. He quietly enjoyed this moment, and felt that even if he had to fight for another ten or eight days, it would be worth it for this moment. After a long while, Rice finally spoke again: "Unfortunately—you are destined not to be able to follow today." His tone was very pleasant, and when the words fell, the non-orc stopped and took a step back, looking at Joe with interest and smiling.

Joe subconsciously wanted to step forward, but found that his body could not move suddenly. Looking down, he saw that purple vines were unknowingly wrapped around his body. The vines were covered with rose-like flowers, and the fragrance emitted was faint, but it gradually made him lose his strength. The orc looked up at Les in disbelief, struggling but failing because of his tired body from a day of fighting. What's more, the cane was extremely tough, and there was no sign of breaking at all, but because his movements were getting tighter and tighter, it seemed that he would never give up until his last bit of strength was consumed.

"It seems that you can only sleep on the street tonight." Rice's voice was full of gloating, "I wish you a sweet dream, my dear guardian." After finishing speaking, he turned and went home happily. In addition to prophecy and analysis, wood magic is the foundation of the Longte clan with the blood of unicorns. Everyone knows magic, but this one is also a mutant version.

Helplessly watching the figure of the non-orc disappear before his eyes, Joe looked up at the sky helplessly and sighed, being **** by his sweetheart or something, this is really painful and sweet torture!

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Joe Drummond you jittery M...