I am a pig in the beastly world, rough men are competing to be beastly husbands

In the past, when Shennong came here, he either helped take care of the children or studied textile technology and medical technology with He Fuxi.

But recently, He Fuxi discovered that on several occasions, he actually came to find Zhan Rong specifically.

As soon as the two females met, they sneaked away and no one knew where they were.

If Zhan Rong was not there when Shennong came.

Shennong would ask from time to time, how is Zhanrong doing recently?

Is the action normal?

Are you eating and sleeping well?

He Fuxi was filled with doubts after hearing this.

That day, when Shennong came, the two of them got together again and walked to a secluded place like brothers.

He Fuxi:? ? ?

She followed quietly, and then...

"What's going on?" He Fuxi was shocked and angry.

Zhan Rong, with his upper body naked, turned around in surprise and immediately put on his hemp robe.

Shennong quickly put his hands behind his back, looking guilty.

He Fuxi rushed forward and tore off Zhan Rong's clothes.

Several deep wounds were revealed in front of her eyes.

"Are you hurt?" She frowned.

Zhan Rong Ne Ne:

"I was careless last time... I'm almost healed now! Don't worry! There won't be a next time!"

"You are from the Fur Tribe, and there are only a few opponents in the entire Jialuo Mountains. Who can hurt you like this?" He Fuxi said solemnly.

This hit Zhan Rong's sore spot.

The reason why he hid it from He Fuxi and secretly went to Shennong to treat his injuries was because he felt it was too shameful.

As the overlord of the mountains and forests, he was actually schemed against by a group of scoundrels!

"Several tribes united to besiege you?" He Fuxi asked in surprise.

Zhan Rong's old face was slightly painful:

"They are just a bunch of weaklings, how can they attack me? They just used some sinister tricks to trick me..."

He Fuxi, however, thought further ahead.

Since they are a tribe with weak combat power, we should avoid the Fur Tribe as much as possible.

What makes them dare to challenge the war?

"It seems that we are being targeted." He Fuxi said.

Zhan Rong and Shen Nong were both stunned.

Zhan Rong is worthy of being a descendant of the Fur Tribe with a profound heritage. He is extremely alert to danger and immediately understands the profound meaning of He Fuxi's words.

Then a hint of anger appeared on his face:

"How dare they covet you!"

He Fuxi's face was calm, but his words were like a storm coming:

"A female with a high fertility level is enough to change the fate of a tribe. Who wouldn't covet it? Besides, you are the only one left in the Fur Tribe, and you are weak. The Pig Tribe is not strong enough to resist the enemy, and its strength is weak. I am a divine female here, just like meat on the chopping board, you can take it away at will."

After hearing this, the two males looked gloomy and said nothing.

This is the truth.

If a powerful tribe gave birth to a divine female, it was a blessing from the gods.

But if it is a weak tribe, the presence of a divine female will only bring disaster.

Other tribes are eyeing us covetously and will attack us one day.

The strong prey on the weak, that's how the animal world is.

“They can’t even think about it.”

Zhan Rong's face was so dark that it seemed as if water was about to drip out, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from his chest, with dull pain mixed with anger.

"Even if I die, I won't let them touch you!"

Shennong's usually gentle and kind face also showed a look of determination.

"I will protect you too, Fuxi!"

He Fuxi shook his head.

"If there were only a few tribes, perhaps you could still protect me. But the reputation of the divine product is too great, and the beast tribes of the entire Jialuo Mountains will definitely flock here after smelling the scent. With thousands of troops, what can you do?"

Zhan Rong was not convinced and wanted to argue. He Fuxi said:

"Zhanrong, you are extremely strong and brave. Logically, there are not many males in the Jialuo Mountains who can hurt you. Why are you injured like this? Let me guess, they must have used the beast sea tactics to trap you and then hurt you, right?"

"How do you know?" Zhan Rong was very impressed.

He Fuxi said calmly:

"It's just a horse racing strategy. Their main battle only needs to control the situation from a distance, and the lower-level warriors are responsible for charging into battle. And it doesn't matter how many lower-level warriors die. If they can use them to trap you, isn't that a profit?"

That’s true, and this is also where Zhan Rong feels extremely ashamed.

With his might, his opponent should have been the most powerful orc, but he just watched the fight from a distance, allowing a group of low-level orcs to pounce on him and tear him apart endlessly.

This made him feel like a beast in a cage, being watched and played with at will.

Really hateful!

"So!" He Fuxi said firmly, "We need a teammate who is good at long-range combat. Don't they like to hide far away and watch the battle? Let's capture the leader first and see how far they can go!"

Teammates who are good at long-range combat?

Zhan Rong and Shen Nong were both confused again.

"Fuxi, what do you mean..." Shennong asked tentatively.

"That's right!"

He Fuxi shouted with full energy:

"I'm going to take a second beast husband!"

Although we know that females with strong fertility will inevitably have many beastly husbands.

Moreover, He Fu Xi is a divine product, it is bound to spread and flourish, and all will benefit from the rain and dew.

But Zhan Rong still felt uncomfortable when he thought about taking another beastly husband.

Shennong also felt a little sad.

Alas, now she is like the bright moon in the sky, beyond his reach...

However, in order to protect He Fuxi, they accepted this reality.

"Good at long-range combat..."

Zhan Rong pondered for a long time and said:

"That must be the Long-Arm Tribe. Like us, the Fur Tribe, they are one of the founding tribes of the Garo Mountains. They have been walking in the mountains and forests since ancient times. They are very sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, and move like ghosts. They are especially good at shooting. Even the young ones have the ability to shoot through the air from a hundred paces away."

This is exactly what He Fuxi thought.

The Long-Arms are primate orcs who are born with super hearing and super vision. Their long arms can pull prehistoric giant bows weighing tons.

They are snipers from the beast world guided by God.

When it comes to long-range combat, they are of course the best choice, but Shennong's attitude is not optimistic.

"The Long Arms are a tribe of gods, and they have always disdained to interact with small tribes like us. How could they be willing to be a beast husband? And a second beast husband..."

Shennong said worriedly.

Zhan Rong frowned, looking both aggrieved and helpless.

"If it weren't for the decline of my Fur Tribe... that's all. If they are willing to come and be my beast husbands, even if they replace me as the number one beast husband, it doesn't matter."

He Fuxi was stunned by his resoluteness.

Then he laughed:

"What are you talking about? You look so aggrieved. When I was found to be of poor rank, you didn't despise me. Do you think I have to put you down now for the sake of a long-armed tribe?"

Zhan Rong turned away, hiding his disappointment:

"As long as you are well, what does it matter to me? He is still a beastly husband anyway, just remember to pamper him less when the time comes!"

Hey, I feel so aggrieved and uncomfortable.

He Fuxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only say:

"Don't worry, you won't be wronged. Let's go to the Long Arm Tribe first to find out what's going on. We don't know yet."

Next, He Fuxi sent a message through the parrot, like a visiting card, to make an appointment to meet with the leader of the Long-Arm Tribe.

However, the parrot never came back and there was no response for a long time.

Just when they thought this route was blocked, the messenger parrot appeared before them, flapping its wings.

"Dear Madam!"

The parrot was like a shrill repeater, repeating the words of the Long-Arm tribe leader in a serious manner:

"Thanks to Madam's kindness, I specially invite you to come to the Long Arm Tribe for a chat!"