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

"Father, why are you doing this? You can arrange for any bastard you want, I won't go. I don't want to go!"

In the prince's bedroom, Hou Xing got angry.

The servants coming in and out were busy packing his luggage.

Soon, he would follow the so-called female lady to the pig tribe to be a live-in beast husband.

When he thought of this, his heart ached!

The old patriarch sat on a large stone seat, the kindness on his face no longer visible, but instead flashed with calculation and shrewdness.

"Ridiculous!" He slapped the armrest heavily: "A concubine's son is still your brother, and he will be your assistant in becoming the clan leader in the future. How can you call him a lowly creature!"

Hou Xing's eyes were red:

"Be the clan leader? Humph, if I go, I will be someone's second bestial husband year after year. How can I be the clan leader?"

He was so angry that his chest kept heaving, and he kicked a large rock beside him and broke it:

"Father, why did you do this? Or did you do it on purpose to drive me away and pave the way for some bastard..."

"Hou Xing!" The old patriarch was angry.

This brat is extremely brave, but his brain is still a little lacking.

"Who can I pave the way for? It's all for you, the incompetent one!"

He wanted to scold Hou Xing, but he couldn't do it in front of his beloved son, so he could only sigh:

"We, the Long-Armed Tribe, are similar to the Fur Tribe in that we are an ancient beast tribe, and our fates are very similar. Zhan Rong struggled to hold on, and you and I saw the fate of the Fur Tribe. Offline, although we still look like a large tribe, the direct lineage has been passed down to a single person for five generations..."

Hou Xing's heart sank.

The old patriarch had never said these words to him.

Although it is true that the direct lineage is gradually declining, there are still many illegitimate children.

It seems that the long-armed tribe is still thriving with many children.

Therefore, many tribesmen did not feel that danger had arrived.

But as everyone knows, the abilities of the descendants of the Long-Arm Clan are questionable and they are not capable of shouldering the responsibility of the clan.

If he never gave birth to a legitimate son in this lifetime...

Hou Xing felt in advance the pain that Zhan Rong had suffered over the past hundreds of years.

"Father..." He closed his eyes in despair: "Does it have to be like this?"

The old patriarch's eyes flashed with determination:

"Of course! You know, the curse has come..."

The word "curse" was like a taboo, and the father and son couldn't help but shudder.

Hou Xing quickly changed the subject:

"But if I become a live-in beast husband, how will the Long Arms treat you a hundred years later?"

He thought of Zhan Rong and sneered:

“Could it be that he would, like Zhan Rong, submit to a little female and sacrifice his great tribe to a pig orc? The thousand-year-old reputation of the Fur Tribe has been destroyed by him!”

Although Zhanrong had descendants, the Fur Tribe was pulled back from the brink of extinction.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that judging by Zhan Rong’s attitude towards He Fuxi today, the Fur Tribe is actually under He Fuxi’s control.

The former overlord of the mountains and forests has become a subordinate tribe of the pig tribe, at the behest of the pig tribe.

What a disgrace.

Even the old chieftain of the Long-Armed tribe, who longed for the race to reproduce, could not agree with such an outcome.

"of course not."

The old patriarch narrowed his eyes, which were full of calculation, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"You are only working as a live-in beast husband temporarily. We of the Long Arms tribe will never be slaves, so how can we be ordered around by a little female? You just need to be patient for a while and let He Fuxi fall in love with you. Then he will naturally let you control him. It's just a matter of a word to go back to the Long Arms tribe..."

After a long talk between father and son, Hou Xing looked back to normal when he came out again.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting. I just packed up a little and it took me some time. Now we can set off immediately," he said.

He Fuxi observed his expression and said:

"Nothing, Your Highness, there is no need to go to great lengths to prepare. After all, a marriage must be suitable for both parties. This time, we will try out the marriage for a while. If Your Highness feels that it is not suitable, even if our relationship is not successful, it is still a good thing."

It would be great if you were really willing to let me go.

Hou Xing sneered in his heart.

But her face was full of gentle breeze and drizzle:

"Madam, you are right. I will thank you for your care in the future."

They exchanged some polite words and then set off on their return journey.

Along the way, Hou Xing and Zhan Rong were at odds with each other and almost had conflicts several times.

"Zhanrong, you really know how to care for people. You've been holding me for the whole day and you're reluctant to let go, as if you're afraid that someone else will share your love with me." He said sarcastically.

Zhan Rong was so angry that he almost got angry, but he forced himself to hold it back.

Although they haven't become a couple yet, Hou Xing is already the second beast husband in reserve. He has to think about Xier, and if he makes a fuss, he will fall into Hou Xing's trap.

He Fuxi turned around and said:

"Oh? It seems that you also want to be favored? Then I can't be partial to you."

Then she got down from Zhan Rong's shoulders and let Hou Xing carry her for the rest of the journey.

Hou Xing: ...I shouldn’t have said it if I had known!

The long-arm tribe has amazing arm strength, and carrying a small female is no problem for them.

But the little female couldn't help herself, she wanted to pick fruits and flowers.

She also complained that his shoulder bones were not properly shaped and it was uncomfortable for him to sit, so she insisted that he carry her on his back with both hands as a tray, and walked all the way...

When he returned to the pig tribe, Hou Xing felt for the first time that his hands were going to be crippled.

"Thank you for your hard work." He Fuxi smiled, without any guilt at all.

"It's getting late. Go cook. Zhan Rong and I are hungry."

"I'm going to cook?" Hou Xing felt like he had heard a huge joke.

He is a prince of the Long-Arm tribe, and he only has others cook for him. How could he ever have any of these?

Moreover, he was required to cook for Zhan Rong!

"I can't," he said flatly.

Then I found a place to sit down, acting as if no one could call me.

He Fuxi nodded.

"Well."

Then Zhan Rong carried him out.

It's really a lift.

The Long-Arms are ranged fighters and are no match for the Mountain Overlord in close combat.

Not only was Hou Xing dragged out by Zhan Rong, but after a series of howlings, he limped in with a bruised face and nose.

"Who... who can teach me?" he asked in a muffled voice.

Zhan Rong, the king of the Fur Tribe, was very arrogant, so naturally he wouldn't teach him.

Shennong had no choice but to do it reluctantly.

Under Shennong's guidance, he fumbled for a long time, screaming in pain from the burns of the red-hot firewood, and finally brought up a charred ball of unknown object.

"The meal is ready." He said in a cold tone.

But in my heart I was cursing:

What a hypocritical little female! You don't know how to eat the raw meat, but insist on eating the roasted one. What a waste of food!

However, He Fuxi glanced at him lightly and said:

"It's too late. I need to be more efficient in the future, otherwise I won't be able to eat on time and affect others."

Hou Xing swallowed it all in one breath, using his throat and with great effort.

You little female, you're trying to pick on him.

Fortunately, he added a lot of feces and tree sap that causes diarrhea to the meat. He must teach her a lesson. Let's see if she will let him cook in the future!