Chapter 23 "Mort" And "Mog"

Joan suppressed the fear of the gray giant, and said repeatedly: "Yes! Yes! You are very 'Mort', very 'Mort'!"

The gray giant nodded in satisfaction, suddenly pointed at Joan, and said loudly, "Mott!"

Joan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and sighed in frustration: "Where am I 'Mot'? It's really 'Mog'..."

The gray giant shook his head, solemnly emphasizing that Joan is undoubtedly worthy of the evaluation of "Mott", and the dead crocodile is the real "Mog".

Joan didn't want to argue with this simple-minded guy. Since the other party didn't have any malicious intentions for the time being, he could feel a little relieved, and concentrated on his feet, trying to pull out his right leg, which was getting deeper and deeper in the quagmire.

The gray giant stroked his chin and watched him struggle. He suddenly grinned, stretched out an arm thicker than Joan's waist, and grabbed him firmly with his big hands. Putting him on the dry ground was surprisingly gentle.

Joan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly thanked the big guy who helped him get out of the predicament. Noticing that the other party was in a daze, and realizing that it couldn't understand human language, he simply raised his thumbs up and praised him as "Mott".

Now the gray giant understood, and patted his chest, quite proudly.

Joan didn't know what to call this monster with a ferocious appearance and a pure heart. Seeing its gray complexion, he casually gave it a nickname.

"I don't know what to call you, but I'll call you Gray."

Joan drew a string of letters on the mud with a branch, and handed it to the gray giant to spell and recite the word. It's a pity that the other party is really stupid. Qiao An spent a lot of effort to barely teach it to pronounce, and writing is completely useless.

"This big guy is not as smart as Jamie." Joan complained secretly, and then wrote his name on the ground for Gray to remember.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was already westward. Joan picked up his bag and waved to Gray.

"I'm going home, bye."

Turning around and walking not far away, I heard heavy footsteps behind me, and Gray followed.

"You want to go home with me?" When Joan was wondering, the gray giant was already close to him, and suddenly he picked him up with a big hand, put his backhand on his shoulder, turned around and walked deep into the swamp.

"Hey! Gray, stop!"

"Where are you going to take me?"

"Let go of me! I want to go home!"

"You are not 'Mort' enough!"

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No matter what Joan said, the gray giant Gray turned a deaf ear to him, striding forward and galloping through the mud, before disappearing into the depths of the swamp.

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Gray was surprisingly strong. With Joan's small body, he couldn't shake a single finger with all his strength, so he had to use his brains desperately to think of a way to get out.

Gray strode through the swamp for an hour without even taking a breath, and did not slow down until he approached a small island in the depths of the swamp. Carrying Joan on his shoulders, he jumped onto the island, skillfully tore apart the vines, and a rugged path appeared in front of him.

Gray squeezed into the path sideways, turned around and pulled the vines with one hand, carefully covering the entrance, and then proceeded with confidence. Not far away, a bare rocky hill appeared in front of it, and a hole more than seven feet high was dug into the cliff on the sunny side.

Gray leaned closer to the hole and sniffed it, making sure that there was no smell of other animals, and then bent down and got in with confidence.

The afternoon sun shines in through the slanted opening, dispelling the darkness inside the cave, making it extraordinarily spacious and bright.

Gray put Joan down, patted the boy on the back, motioned him to rest in the cave, and turned around to go out.

Joan looked around and confirmed that this should be a natural cave. The walls around the cave are uneven, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of dry grass and leaves to keep out the moisture. It looks clean and the air is still fresh. I want to come here It's Gray's house.

At this time, heavy footsteps came from outside the cave again. Gray dragged the crocodile that he had beaten to death with a club, and sat outside the cave, busying himself. Grabbing the upper and lower jaws of the crocodile with both hands, they tore it vigorously. The muscles in the thick arms stretched, and with amazing force, they tore the five-foot-long crocodile into two pieces from head to toe. Full of pungent bloody smell.

Gray wrinkled his nose, seeming to enjoy the strong smell of blood, but Joan turned pale with fright at the horrible scene in front of him.

Gray took out the entrails of the crocodile that had been torn in half, then tore off the crocodile skin, wrapped the belt and internal organs with a huge aquatic plant leaf, and threw it into a deep ditch not far away, leaving pink meat It was still stained with blood, and he began to bite it without washing it, chewing happily, and blood gurgled down the corner of his mouth.

Gray eats so much that he gnawed half a crocodile down to a pile of bones within two minutes. He sucked his finger with unsatisfied interest, picked up the remaining half of the crocodile carcass, and was about to gnaw on it, when he suddenly thought of Joan, turned around and handed over the bloody crocodile meat in his hand.

"Thank you, I'm not hungry." Joan shook her head quickly.

Gray pushed the bloody crocodile body towards him again, pointed at the flesh and said repeatedly: "Mott! Mott!"

Joan guessed that he was praising the delicious taste of crocodile meat and invited himself to taste it. In order to avoid angering this simple-minded monster, Joan had no choice but to pull out the dagger from his waist, cut off a small piece of raw meat, and stuffed it into his mouth to chew while suppressing his nausea.

The raw crocodile meat was tough to chew, and the strong bloody smell made Joan almost vomit on the spot. He didn't dare to show a hard-to-swallow expression in front of Gray, so he had to suppress his nausea and swallow it. The experience of eating raw crocodile meat was really unpleasant, and no matter how Gray urged, Joan didn't want to eat raw meat anymore.

"Grey, I can't digest food like this."

With the help of gestures, Joan tried his best to explain his difficulties to Gray. The gray giant didn't understand half of it, and confusion and regret appeared in the six yellow eyes one after another.

As it got darker, the temperature in the cave plummeted. The night at the beginning of February was still quite cold, Joan was so cold that his hands and feet were stiff, so he had to stand up and asked Gray, "Can I light a fire?"

Gray didn't seem to understand his intentions, but he didn't show any displeasure either.

Joan took it as acquiescence, got up and walked out of the cave.

Gray immediately jumped up nervously, and followed behind him step by step, as if he was afraid that he would escape.

Seeing that it was so vigilant, Joan had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​slipping away for the time being, and collected some dry firewood on the island and carried it back to the cave. Gray didn't necessarily understand what he wanted these dead branches for. He didn't know whether it was out of imitation or enthusiasm. He chopped off a big tree with his palm, dragged it back to the entrance of the cave, and threw it at Joan's feet.

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