My beast husband is weak and can't take care of himself

In this way, the orcs of Sekiaso multiplied from generation to generation, and became a very large ethnic group.

They lived in luxurious houses, ate delicious food, wore gorgeous clothes, and possessed great power.

Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, the orc who once presented him with flowers turned into a withered wreckage.

Generation after generation, more and more people worship him, and the former wooden house has been transformed into a towering and luxurious palace.

The sun and the moon alternate, and the four seasons rotate.

With the protection and blessing of Mil, the orcs of Sekiaso quickly became a powerful tribe in the entire beast world.

Their carefree lives caused them to be corrupted by the malice left by the gods.

"The power of the God's Envoy is so strong? His cubs must be very powerful, right? It would be great if our tribe could keep his bloodline."

Mil is a very gentle person, but he is afraid of being alone, so he likes the cubs in the tribe very much.

Full of vitality and lively.

However, that day, the group of cubs crushed dozens of love fruits in front of him.

What a painful experience that was...

The angel of God was born, knowing everything, immortal, and immune to all poisons.

However, the poison of the love fruit is a poison left by the gods.

For forty-seven days in a row, whenever Mil was awake, someone would crush a love fruit. He had even forgotten how many females he had mated with.

He did not ask for punishment, but just looked at these tribesmen, somewhat bewildered.

What did he do wrong?

Afterwards, the cubs were brought to him one by one. Looking at the faces of these cubs that resembled his, the usually gentle Mil became extremely angry.

The rolling dark clouds that day seemed like the murderous intent in his heart, and the howling wind foreshadowed a dark future.

This blasphemous plot succeeded.

The major races of Sekiaso obtained a cub with the blood of gods.

However, at this time, natural disasters occurred frequently, but what was even more terrifying was famine and diseases that could not be cured.

At first, he was a snake orc, who turned into an irrational giant python in front of everyone, and all the people in his tribe also began to lose control of their beast forms.

There was also a tiger tribe who turned back into his original form one night and bit a female orc to death. He was mistaken for a wild beast and beaten to death by everyone.

They were all the initiators of this blasphemous conspiracy.

Then, the other orcs who participated in the incident turned into mindless beasts and died miserably.

At the same time, the orcs of Sekiaso have more and more animal characteristics in human form, and they are real "orcs".

As soon as this happened, some orcs who were unaware of the situation wanted to find Mil.

"Lord Mir is the most powerful priest in Sekiaso. He will definitely find a way."

but--

Becoming a messenger of God is actually very painful, but the kind-hearted Mil just doesn't want to see life passing away.

He knew that those cubs that originated from his bloodline would eventually die.

There is only one destined person to be the messenger of God, and only the bloodline born from her can remain in the world.

Those cubs will eventually die.

This is why he is angry!

Mir chose to turn a blind eye to the orcs' requests.

When the group of cubs with the blood of God's messengers died one by one, without even leaving any flesh, blood or bones, someone finally discovered that something was wrong, and the crimes of those evildoers were finally made public.

There were thunder and lightning in the sky, just like the hearts of those orcs who devoutly believed in Mil.

They called out again and again:

[Lord Mir, Lord Mir...]

The group of innocent orcs who were implicated did not ask for Mil's forgiveness.

They know that betrayal will follow them for the rest of their lives and can never be changed.

There was an orc who was very close to Mil as a child. He knelt devoutly outside the temple and cried: "I hope Sir Mil will no longer suffer."

After hearing this, the orcs shed tears silently and knelt down devoutly to pray:

[I hope Lord Mil will be free from pain]

[I hope Lord Mir will not feel resentful]

[I hope Lord Mir is safe and healthy]

Mil is such a soft-hearted person. Just like when he was a little weasel, he felt scared and didn't want to go to the temple. His mother kissed him and coaxed him, so he went.

Now, he heard the sincere prayers of these children whom he had watched grow up, and he was willing to believe them again.

However, degeneration is the punishment of God for betrayers, and as a messenger of God, he has no way to change it.

He could only use his divine power to control the speed of their degeneration.

And in the remaining nearly eight hundred cold waves, Sechiaso became the continent of death.

For such a long time, the orcs blessed by Mir have worshipped him devoutly from generation to generation.

Because even though they have fallen into poverty and can only rely on primitive fighting and hunting, the ancestors of this group of orcs have passed down the story of Mil from generation to generation, and the first sentence they were taught by their ancestors when they were young was: [Bless Lord Mil! ]

Over thousands of cold waves, Mill has experienced separation, death, betrayal, these sad words, but he has also received the blatant preference of the life he loves.

Therefore, there is no sin that cannot be redeemed by love.

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When Mo Jiushao came back to her senses from this long memory, she felt that the emotions that Mil conveyed to her were still gentle, with a slight sadness and melancholy, but full of joy and nostalgia.

During these long years, even though he was forced to become a messenger of God and was betrayed by his own people, he never felt any resentment.

Mo Jiushao exhaled deeply, then murmured, "Are these my fantasies?"

This is too real!

"No! This is Mir's memory!"

Lance said in a gentle tone: "Just now I completely devoured Mil, and some of his power escaped. It is because you carry my power in your body that you can peek into his memory."

"Oh!"

Then Mo Jiushao asked: "How old are you?"

She had seen Lance in the memory of Mil becoming a divine messenger, and there were no orcs at that time...

"do not you know?"

Although Lance didn't know why she asked this, he still answered: "This is the number of cold waves now, as long as I have been conscious."

After all, it was he who proposed the record time for cold waves.

Mo Jiushao, it's like being struck by lightning.

She had advised herself before that although she lived to be seventy or eighty years old in her previous life, she was young at heart, but she didn't expect that Lance was older than her.

Seeing his partner's unhappiness, Lance thought she was affected by Mir's emotions, thought for a moment, and said, "I have devoured Mir, and now I am in my prime. I can sleep with you."

The little filly seems to be very enthusiastic about this, so she should be happy!

Mo Jiushao choked for unknown reasons and felt like laughing. Was Lance teasing her?

However, Mo Jiushao saw something called "desire" in Lance's eyes.

He means it.

This guy, what kind of dirty talk is this?

Mo Jiushao's face flushed, and he fanned himself with his hands: "What do you mean by sleep or not? It's broad daylight..."

Lance raised his eyes to look at the bright moon in the sky.

Mo Jiushao also noticed it and immediately changed his words: "This is in the wilderness, and it's so far away from Mount Arielian. I don't feel safe at all."

"Besides, this kind of thing is not something you can just say is okay. I'm not sure yet."

"Before, I was like that because of my estrus period and the influence of the poison in your body..."

Mo Jiushao talked a lot, and even she herself didn't know what she said.

Lance calmly walked to her side, transformed into a white tiger, leaned over and rubbed her head: "Then... let's go home!"

Mo Jiushao paused when he heard this, then smiled and said, "Well, let's go home!"