Pampered Beasts: Beautiful Actress, Many Children, Many Blessings

As the young chief of the lynx tribe, especially after the old chief intentionally relinquished power, Fat Orange had long since taken control of the tribe's economy.

Therefore, compared to the old man who had to hide and flee to save up some possessions, it was obviously much easier for Fatty Orange to take out these crystals.

As a result, the two sides engaged in a spectacular contest of financial resources in front of Sikong Hongyu.

Finally, piece by piece, the old general emptied his pockets, taking out all the high-grade, mid-grade, and low-grade crystals and laying them out in front of him with all his might.

His attitude was extremely sincere. "Dear friend, this is all the wealth we have. Although... although it is still... this is still not as good as this group of traitors, I believe you are not the kind of person who abandons righteousness for profit. You can definitely see my sincerity and our sincerity in befriending you!"

"Sincerity?" Sikong Hongyu repeated these two words, then suddenly laughed out loud.

He didn't say a word more, but his words were full of sarcasm.

The crystal was first offered by the old man, who intended to lure him with profit. Now, however, he was being told not to forget righteousness for profit. If he accepted it, he would be guilty of forgetting righteousness for profit; if he didn't accept it, he would also be guilty of forgetting righteousness for profit. In any case, his reputation would be ruined. Could it be that he was deliberately mocking him?

Whether Old Man Fang was naturally thick-skinned or simply didn't understand the intricacies of the situation, he continued without changing his expression, "You don't need to do anything. Just consider these crystals as something you picked up. Once you've pocketed them, you can leave without a care in the world!"

He pointed to the crystals in front of him, including the ones he had just taken out, as well as the ones Fatty Orange had taken out.

Perhaps, in his eyes, the exhausted Fatty Orange should have owned everything that he had.

Therefore, he also gave away the crystals that belonged to the other party as a favor.

Moreover, it is taken for granted, it is the proper thing to do, and it is perfectly justified.

Fat Orange didn't react much, but his gang of friends couldn't stand it and started yelling at him:

"Old Fang, have you no shame?!"

"How come I never noticed before that you were such a shameless person? You even led hundreds of people; did you trick them all into coming?"

Some were worried that the expert they had finally found might be swayed by the old man's words and leave, so they rushed off to campaign for votes. "The noble and powerful male is the real traitor of the Lynx tribe. He has been lying low since his failed rebellion more than three months ago, and now he has returned with these outsiders. The old chieftain, the old shaman, and countless tribesmen, males and females, even the cubs, he has not spared them!"

"Now, the lynx tribe of tens of thousands has been reduced to only a dozen or so of us by his slaughter. His cruelty, arrogance, and bloodthirstiness are truly chilling! Your noble and powerful male, we beg you to save us, to save the last spark of the lynx tribe, and not to let such a despicable person continue to do as he pleases!"

His words were sincere and heartfelt. Fatty Orange initially wanted to stop him, but then he thought that these were the thoughts of everyone, and it would make them feel better to say them out loud.

"A cub?" Perhaps it was a coincidence, but upon hearing the word "cub," Sikong Hongyu happened to see the fluffy blood sphere still held in Fang Lao's hand, and his pupils contracted sharply. "That is..."

He held one hand out in front of the old man, his sharp eyes brooking no refusal.

"Dear friend, please let me explain, things are not like this..." Despite saying this, he subconsciously spread out his hands, revealing his obvious hamster-like beast form.

As beast tamers of Xixi, both Fatty Orange and Sikong Hongyu were very familiar with the hamster beast form. The moment Sikong Hongyu saw Little Twelve, he immediately confirmed that it was a baby hamster!

The lynx tribe are cat-like beastmen, so how could they have hamster babies?

The most likely possibility is that it's the litter of cubs from Xixi and Pangju!

He turned around abruptly to look at Fatty Orange, only to see tears welling up in the latter's eyes, his fingers trembling slightly, looking as if he wanted to touch him but dared not.

"Is he... still alive?" Fat Orange asked, choking back tears, clinging to the last glimmer of hope.

At the same moment, Sikong Hongyu's voice rang out, "Is it yours?"

Without needing an answer, Sikong Hongyu was already certain that this was the cub born from his wife and the fat orange, the cub of their family, and his child!

The little hamster was already stiff and lifeless, beyond any doubt. Its mutilated hind legs and the bloodstains at the corner of its mouth showed the agonizing torment it had endured before its death.

"It's you?" In an instant, Sikong Hongyu unleashed his full power, and the powerful pressure made everyone present unable to lift their heads, including Fang Lao and Fat Orange.

Realizing he had accidentally hurt Fatty Orange, he restrained himself slightly, pulling Fatty Orange behind him, his protective attitude undisguised.

"Honorable friend, what is this...?" Old Fang was puzzled, not understanding why the other party's reaction was so strong.

But at that moment, he suddenly looked up and happened to see the beast mark on the other person's neck!

The creamy yellow hamster looks exactly like the one on Fat Orange's neck. So, he's also a beast-tamer from Xixi?

That jerk accepted Fatty Orange and this bird of a feather, so why did she have to reject him?

Why? In what way is he inferior to them? He loves her so much that he's even willing to give up his position as tribal chief for her!

Overwhelmed by immense pressure, he braced himself on his knees and stood up shakily, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, "Where is she?"

Although he did not name names, Sikong Hongyu felt that he was asking his wife.

He frowned and retorted impatiently, "None of your business!"

Fat Orange also cared about Xixi and couldn't help but ask the same question.

Sikong Hongyu's attitude was completely different. Not only was his tone much gentler, but his explanation was also very detailed. "The wife is now a Holy Mother. We have returned this time to take you and the cubs away. She is on her way, and you will probably see her soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of a car engine grew louder as it approached.

Staring at the billowing dust, Old Man Fang's eyes were glazed over. He muttered to himself, "The Holy Female? She's already the Holy Female? When we first met, she was just a female in a public brothel, a lowly commodity waiting for the pity of her customers... How could she have become the Holy Female in just half a year..."

Before he finished speaking, Xixi had already arrived. Seeing that Pangju was unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon seeing Xixi, Fatty Orange was overjoyed and excited, but after the joy subsided, he was overwhelmed by deep guilt. His gaze fell on Little Twelve, who was being held in Sikong Hongyu's arms, and he said painfully, "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of the little ones, that's why I called them..."

Xixi, who was about to hug Fatty Orange, paused with her outstretched arms. Following Fatty Orange's gaze, she slowly moved downwards, and when she saw the bloody mass, a string in her mind snapped instantly.