Traveling through the world of beasts, my husband is super clingy

"Rabbit~"

Nanzhou started shouting before he even entered the house.

"I'm here, I'm here~" Lan Qingling quickly replied him and walked towards the door.

The next second Nanzhou walked in, picked up Lan Qingling, buried his head in Lan Qingling's neck and rubbed it.

Lan Qingling felt a little tickled by him, and couldn't help laughing twice, then hugged his moving head: "What's wrong?"

Nanzhou shook his head, shook off Lan Qingling's hand that was on his head, then buried his head back in Lan Qingling's neck and rubbed it.

"I haven't seen you for an hour. I miss you. Do you miss me?" Nanzhou said while taking a deep breath into Lan Qingling's neck.

"Let me think about it...how about it, does Uncle Wu agree?" Compared to this, Lan Qingling was more concerned about the outcome of the matter.

Nanzhou raised his head and looked at Lan Qingling with some resentment. Humph, you just treat him perfunctorily.

But he still told Lan Qingling honestly: "Agreed, tomorrow morning, you can take the females and the extra males to do what you want."

"Yeah—that's great!" Lan Qingling couldn't help but cheer.

Nanzhou looked at Lan Qingling with resentment again, then put her on the stone bed and sat down aside angrily.

Lan Qingling: ...

Lan Qingling tilted her head to look at Nanzhou. That face was clearly that of a cold and beautiful woman, but who could tell her who this childish guy was who had his back to her with a righteous look and would secretly look back at her from time to time? "Nanzhou?"

Lan Qingling called out to him tentatively.

Nanzhou's ears immediately stood up, and his body couldn't help but turn towards Lan Qingling. His face was serious, but the little white lion in his heart was shouting: Say it, say it, say you miss me~

"Nanzhou, why are you so childish——"

"puff--"

The little white lion vomited blood and fell to the ground. This was not the answer I wanted.

"Nanzhou, you weren't like this before—"

"puff--"

The little white lion that fell to the ground twitched violently and vomited blood again.

"Nanzhou, are you sick?"

"puff--"

The little white lion finally spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "I can't take it anymore."

Nanzhou fell onto the stone bed, saying that he was heartbroken and didn't want to talk.

"Nanzhou?" Lan Qingling called him again.

Nanzhou moved a little, waiting for Lan Qingling's next words.

"Forget it, just lie down..."

After saying this, Lan Qingling turned her back, covered her mouth and laughed silently.

Nanzhou:! ! !

After a while, Nanzhou climbed up from the stone bed and hugged Lan Qingling from behind: "Tu'er, don't you like me like this?"

His tone was full of loss and uncertainty.

Lan Qingling immediately felt that she had won a lot of fun. She quickly turned around and hugged Nanzhou and said, "I like you, I like you. No matter what you look like, I like you."

Nanzhou didn't say anything, but just rubbed Lan Qingling's face with his head. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a triumphant smile.

I know his little rabbit is the softest.

The next morning, Wu gathered all the orcs of the Taihao tribe together, waiting for Nanzhou and Lan Qingling to take them to hunt and dig sweet potatoes.

Lan Qingling was thinking about this, so she woke up early. When she heard some noise outside, she prepared to go out.

But Nanzhou stopped her, first made her breakfast, then asked her to change into long-sleeved shirt and long pants, and finally tied her hair with animal skins, and then took her hand and walked out of the house.

Although the orcs outside had been waiting for a long time, they dared not complain at all, because Wu had told them about Nanzhou's identity yesterday.

It's like the emperor's tour. No matter when the emperor comes, the people below will wait willingly and feel extremely honored.

Nanzhou looked indifferent, but Lan Qingling felt extremely embarrassed when she saw hundreds of orcs gathered together waiting for them.

She wanted to say a few embarrassed words to everyone, but Nanzhou simply picked her up, put her on his shoulders and walked out.

Except for Wu and Aunt Ling, who had seen Nanzhou hugging Lan Qingling like this yesterday, the eyes of the other orcs were almost popping out. The females' eyes were full of envy and yearning, but the males' eyes had more things in them.

Some were shocked, some were confused, some were indifferent, and some lowered their heads to hide their disdain.

After walking for an hour, Nanzhou and Lan Qingling led the people of Taihao tribe to a place where sweet potatoes grew.

Nanzhou put Lan Qingling down, then stood silently behind her. He looked casually at the orcs standing in front of Lan Qingling with a pair of emotionless eyes, and supported Lan Qingling silently.

Lan Qingling did not waste any time. She first introduced them to the leaves of sweet potatoes, and then demonstrated how to dig a bunch of sweet potatoes on the spot. Then she let the orcs of Taihao tribe dig sweet potatoes on their own.

Wu Ze took the males responsible for hunting to hunt, and Nanzhou stayed here to accompany Lan Qingling to dig sweet potatoes.

"Auntie Ling, look how big this sweet potato I dug is!" Lan Qingling excitedly ran to Auntie Ling holding the sweet potato she had dug.

Aunt Ling's side was full of females, so Nanzhou did not go over there. He just followed Lan Qingling with his eyes and saw her clearly at first sight.

Aunt Ling turned around when she heard Lan Qingling's voice, with a happy smile on her face: "Let me see!"

"look!"

Lan Qingling placed the big sweet potato in her hand into Aunt Ling's hand. Aunt Ling took it and looked at it carefully: "It is really big, bigger than the ones we dug..."

Aunt Ling pointed to the sweet potatoes on the animal skin beside her. The other females also gathered around and gave Lan Qingling a somewhat embarrassed but friendly smile.

"Xiao Ling, how do you eat sweet potatoes?" Aunt Ling asked the question that all orcs wanted to know.

It was the first time for them to see sweet potatoes. If Lan Qingling hadn’t told them, they probably would never have known that there was something called sweet potatoes buried in the soil.

“You can grill it or boil it!”

Lan Qingling felt that this was not specific enough and could not help but turn back to look for Nanzhou.

Nanzhou walked towards her the moment Lan Qingling turned around.

"What's wrong, Tu'er?" Nanzhou knelt on one knee in front of Lan Qingling, looking concerned.

"Quick, roast some sweet potatoes for me~"

Lan Qingling pushed more than twenty large sweet potatoes in front of Nanzhou.

Nanzhou didn't hesitate at all and immediately started roasting the sweet potatoes with his own flame.

The females watching were filled with envy and surprise.

They didn't expect that Lan Qingling could actually command their own male, and this male was the high and mighty beast king.

For a moment, the females' long-standing cognition was severely hit by the actions of Lan Qingling and Nanzhou.

Soon, the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes captivated the female onlookers.

Lan Qingling broke the roasted sweet potatoes and distributed them to the females in the tribe.

All the females who tasted the roasted sweet potatoes exclaimed: This is so delicious! Sweet and sticky~