I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 316: Someone Is Jealous

The familiar fresh scent of vegetation drifted to his nose. Eric looked up in surprise; it turned out Evan had left and returned.

"Evan?"

The other’s arm tightened, pressing Eric into his chest: "I originally intended to leave properly, but..."

Evan lowered his head, his eyes holding emotions Eric couldn’t understand.

"We will et again, right?"

Although Eric felt this posture was a bit too intimate, at the mont of parting, Evan was surely acting impulsively out of reluctance. After all, he had always been the most well-mannered person.

"You are right." Evan forced a smile, slowly loosening the arms hugging Eric.

"You remind of a joke. Two friends went out all day. At night when going ho, one walked the other ho, then the other walked her back. They just went back and forth seeing each other off all night, haha." Eric couldn’t help but laugh.

Interrupted by him like this, Evan’s surging emotions were reined in. He said with a smile: "Then let’s not do that. I am really leaving this ti."

"Okay." Eric responded, his gaze attentive: "Safe travels."

The ancient trees that blocked the sky rustled their leaves gently. Evan’s figure appeared and disappeared a few tis within them before vanishing without a trace.

Sure enough, Elves entering the forest were different, like fish returning to water. Why was there no sound at all? If they were fighting, one wouldn’t be able to find where the archer was hiding.

Eric tilted his head and watched for a while, confirming Evan’s figure was truly gone. Only then did he shrug, turning around to head back to the tribe.

He hadn’t walked many steps when Eric was surprised to find a familiar figure appearing in front of him. He couldn’t help but call out:

"Max? Didn’t you lead the warriors on patrol early in the morning?"

Max walked over silently, his jade-black eyes not leaving him.

"Today you had to see Evan off. He is definitely going far, so I wasn’t assured."

So did he see the scene just now? Eric felt a bit guilty.

Sigh, Evan was too emotional just now, but considering he himself was also imrsed in the emotions of parting at that ti, he had no standing to bla the other...

He was now a person with a family and needed to always maintain an appropriate distance from the opposite sex and even the sa sex. It was just that sotis he didn’t react in ti.

The two walked for a stretch in a subtle atmosphere. Max spoke first:

"You don’t need to worry. I had Michael lead the others to patrol in a different direction first. Grass and the other warriors hunting are also not in this direction. Evan won’t be detected."

Eric nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable inside.

After walking silently for another while, he couldn’t help but stop, looking up into Max’s eyes and asking:

"Are you angry?"

Max said nothing, just silently looked at him for a while. When Eric trembled all over from being stared at, Max suddenly bent down, capturing the lips he had long yearned for.

Unable to think much, Eric only felt that all the air was being stolen away. He couldn’t rember the words he intended to say, and his face turned redder and redder.

Until he really couldn’t breathe - Eric still hadn’t learned how to exchange breath - and slapped hard on the solid arm in front of him, Max finally loosened his arm, slowly straightening up to give him space to breathe.

"You are still a cub. I originally wanted to wait a while longer."

Max’s large hand caressed Eric’s face, gently using his rough fingertips to wipe away the moisture on his lips.

Mind blank, it took a long ti for Eric to co back to his senses, stamring: "Why did you suddenly kiss, kiss ."

After speaking, he just wanted to cover his mouth. They were partners; what kind of question was that? Indeed, he had been kissed senseless!

The coldness on his face had disappeared. Max now looked like a satiated big dog, gently and infatuatedly stroking Eric’s spine one stroke after another, his eyes glued to his face.

"Don’t look at like that anymore, it’s weird!" Eric couldn’t stand it anymore, reaching out to cover Max’s eyes.

Max couldn’t help but laugh at this mont, letting him act, his arms hugging the person in front of him a bit tighter.

Eric turned angry from embarrassnt, his limbs clinging to Max’s back like a gecko at the sa ti, humming twice to act spoiled: "Legs are tired, carry back."

Max was extrely familiar with this action. The warmth on his back seed to transmit straight to his heart. He adjusted his partner’s position and slowly carried him back, showing none of his usual agility.

A gentle breeze blew past. A long ti later, Eric finally felt the heat on his face gradually fade.

"Max, you aren’t angry?" He leaned into Max’s ear, asking softly.

The footsteps of the person underneath slowed slightly. Max’s steady voice ca: "No."

Then why kiss him so suddenly? Eric rolled his eyes mischievously, leaning in closer: "Are you jealous!"

The broad back suddenly stiffened. Eric also sharply saw Max’s ears turn red and snickered twice.

"No." Max answered with a slightly stiff voice.

If he hadn’t seen his physical reaction, Eric would have actually believed it.

But it was better not to tease too much. He lay on Max’s shoulder and explained:

"Evan had to leave, and who knows when we will et again? Emotions were a bit agitated. Thank you, Max, for letting the warriors detour around this direction."

Max straightened his back: "I know."

You know but you still get jealous. Eric rubbed against the hollow of his neck: "Hehe."

It had to be said, this feeling was wonderful. His heart seed to be soaked in fruit juice, becoming sweet.

...

The Marble bird eggshell had more and more cracks. Evan was right; the little Marble bird would likely hatch in the next few days.

Not having visited it for a few days, Eric felt a bit guilty and gently tapped on the eggshell.

He dared not use force, afraid the crack-filled shell would break due to his movent, which wouldn’t be good if it affected the little Marble bird inside.

A few "tock tock tock" sounds ca from inside the shell; it was the little Marble bird responding.

Magical beasts were indeed different; they had intelligence before even being born. He wondered what it would look like when it grew up.

Maybe one day he could really ride on the back of a big bird to experience the feeling of flying. Eric rembered that in the ga Fantasy he played before, there was a Beast Tar class. If only he could ta this magical beast.

Raising it from a young age would surely make it easier to ta. If it were an adult, it would be very difficult, just like farm ranching; chickens, ducks, and rabbits raised from a young age could be free-range, while adults caught wild could only be kept in cages.

Max had been hunting recently and always looked for cubs of the Curved Horn Electric Goat, but the difficulty was too great. He and Max discussed it for a while and decided that if it really didn’t work, they would capture a pair of adults and let them breed kids.

For warriors, hunting was easy, capturing alive was slightly harder, and catching magical beast cubs was even harder. The farm had increased the most in wild chickens, mallards, and rabbits to date. The Curved Horn Electric Goat and baby spine pigs that Eric had imagined still hadn’t been caught.

This matter could only be said not to be rushed. The tribe didn’t lack at this season, and the salt reserves had increased this year. At least they didn’t have to make slly dried at anymore. Eric specifically taught the canteen how to make salted at and sausages.