The sickly beauty is the favorite of the beast world

She doesn't like substitute literature.

Qing Mo's eyelids drooped slightly, giving people a pitiful feeling of being abandoned.

Chu Xingnuo avoided his gaze and met his. He asked Feng Yu beside him, "They are all competing for the position of clan leader. Why didn't you go?"

If the orcs heard Chu Xingnuo say this, they would definitely come to Chu Xingnuo to argue. Did they want to participate in the competition? They were clearly forced.

"not interested."

Fengyu's words and actions are always aloof and arrogant, and he doesn't care about anything.

Chu Xingnuo extended a friendly olive branch: "Let's go watch Feng Yao's game together."

Feng Yu responded without any emotion: "Okay."

After the two finished chatting, they turned around and left.

Wen Ci carefully protected her in front and behind with his hands.

Qing Mo called out to their departing backs: "Sister~"

It didn't make Chu Xingno look back.

Xingchen still stopped him, preventing him from chasing after him. His purple eyes swept over the two males who had no reaction at the side: "Isn't it a rule in the tribe that outsiders cannot easily enter or leave? Why don't you stop him?"

Upon hearing this, the two males immediately came over and pulled Qing Mo away. Their little female was someone they could not afford to offend.

Xingchen watched Qing Mo being driven away with cold eyes.

……

There was no doubt that Feng Rao won the first round of flying. After all, the orcs around him were forced to do it, and none of them were willing.

The second game was just as mental as the first, with none of the contestants putting in as much effort.

Becoming a clan leader means a heavy burden is placed on one's shoulders, and few orcs are willing to do so. Even if there are those who are willing, the old clan leader will not remain in office forever.

The third round was even more perfunctory in terms of strength. As soon as Feng Rao raised her hand, her opponent fell to the ground.

The scene was so embarrassing that one could dig out a three-bedroom apartment with one's toes, but the orcs watching kept cheering.

Chu Xingnuo laughed at what he saw.

Fengyu tilted his head to peek at Chu Xingnuo's profile. As a beast that was not very good at expressing emotions, he was easily attracted by the warm sun beside him.

As long as Chu Xingnuo paid a little attention, he could sense Feng Yu's deep and complex eyes.

However, all she saw were fighting scenes that were so awkward that they couldn't be more awkward.

Wen Ci put his hands behind his head and said, "If the fox tribe is like this, I can become a tribe leader."

Chu Xingnuo glanced at him and asked, "Do you want to go back and be the leader of the fox tribe?"

Wen Ci said disdainfully: "What's so good about being a clan leader? I wouldn't even accept it even if you offered it to me for free. Feng Yu, you..."

Feng Yu's hand hanging by his side secretly moved closer to Chu Xingnuo's little hand, but just when it was about to touch it, he was frightened by Wen Ci's shout and drew it back.

Although Feng Yu reacted quickly, his panic and small movements were all seen by Wen Ci.

"What am I?"

Fengyu's voice was calm and even.

"Ask if you want to be the clan leader." Wen Ci said this but spat in his heart. The males of the Phoenix clan are really good at pretending.

Feng Yu said simply: "I don't want to."

Wen Ci's gaze never left Feng Yu's face after he turned away. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he stared at him with a smile.

Feng Yu half-clenched his hands into fists and put them behind his back, with a calm face allowing Wen Fox to look at him.

Just as the game was about to end, a familiar figure came into their sight.

Feng Lin said respectfully to the old clan leader: "Clan leader, I am late because of something. I wonder if I can still compete with him."

The old patriarch said nothing, just waved his hand.

Feng Lin understood what he meant and walked over to Feng Luo, and started fighting with him without any nonsense.

The appearance of Fenglin surprised all the beasts, but this surprise came and went quickly.

They were all attracted by the fierce fight.

The orcs who came on the field at the beginning were all there to go through the motions, but Feng Lin was different. Every time he attacked, he was uniquely ruthless, and his eyes were full of determination and stubbornness to win.

A look of worry slowly emerged in Chu Xingnuo's eyes, and this worry grew stronger and stronger.

“He’s really persistent.”

This is not a compliment, it's a derogatory tone.

Chu Xingnuo listened to the cold voice coming from above his head. He looked up and saw Xingchen appeared behind him at some point. He stretched out his hand and grabbed back, passing his worry from his palm to the owner of the big hand.

Fengyu looked at the hand that was being held with surprise, and could feel her uneasiness through the slight trembling of her palm.

After waiting for a while and seeing that she didn't let go and it didn't seem like she had held it wrong, he wrapped his big hand around her, hoping that the warmth of his palm could help dispel her uneasiness.

The fight between Feng Lin and Feng Luo was fierce, from the open ground to the air, and then from the air to the open ground, neither of them showed mercy to the other, and the wounds on their bodies increased visibly.

The orcs watching the battle around were divided into two factions, and each faction cheered for the orcs they supported.

The old patriarch's expression became more and more solemn, because he saw that these two guys were not going to stop at the right time, and their eyes were full of viciousness, wanting to kill each other.

He wanted to stop, but he couldn't.

In mid-air, Feng Lin suddenly leaned in close and said in a low voice: "It's not that easy to become the clan leader."

Feng Luo sneered: "Even if I am not the clan leader, it will not be your turn."

The longer the fierce fight lasted, the longer they held each other. The hot and wet feeling spread between their hands, and it was impossible to tell whose sweat it was.

After several hours, both sides fell to the ground due to exhaustion, and Feng Luo lay on the ground with sweat all over his forehead, motionless.

Feng Lin still tried to struggle to get up, but his whole body was so weak that he was unable to do so.

The old patriarch shouted the moment the two men fell, "Today's competition ends here."

Just as the old patriarch finished speaking, a large number of vines appeared out of nowhere and entangled Feng Rao. In the blink of an eye, he was hanging upside down on Xingchen's shoulder.

"We should go back."

The witch doctor grabbed Fenglin's wrist and began to heal him.

Chu Xingno responded with an OK, and noticed that Xingchen had one hand on Feng Rao and the other hand hanging at his side, and finally realized that something was wrong.

She raised her clenched hands and looked along the arms to see the owner of the hands. Embarrassment suddenly filled her entire face and she pulled her hands back in a flash.

Her palms, which had been heated by the grip, were blown by the breeze, and the coolness spread from her fingertips to her entire arms.

Wen Ci protected Chu Xingnuo and left behind Xingchen.

Feng Luo raised her head tiredly and said in a good mood: "I didn't lose to him."

Chu Xingnuo really didn't know how careless he could be to still laugh even in this state.

Wen Ci learned from Chu Xingno and said delicately: "Old Phoenix~"

Feng Rao's body trembled, and he lowered his head without saying a word.

Feng Yu stroked the remaining warmth in his palm and brought it to his nose to sniff. Her unique floral scent invaded his sense of smell.