Pampered Beasts: Beautiful Actress, Many Children, Many Blessings

"Who did this?" she roared, her eyes meeting Old Fang's gaze.

Compared to Xixi's pure rage, Fang Lao's eyes were much more complex, a mixture of joy at the long-awaited reunion, resentment at the loss of his beloved, and despair at the failure of his efforts.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if he wanted to say something, yet hesitated to speak it. In the end, he only said one sentence, "You've come!"

They greeted each other casually, like old friends reunited after a long separation.

Perhaps it was because the old man's gaze was too intense, Xixi frowned unhappily and asked with disgust, "Did you do this?"

Hypnosis is infallible, and the old man's crimes are beyond question. Now she only cares about who killed her cub!

Fang Lao had imagined many times what it would be like to meet Xi Xi again—joyful, sad—but never with such disgust. That look in her eyes stung him, and he instinctively asked, "Do you hate me that much?"

"I'll ask you one more time, did you do it or not!" Xixi's patience had clearly reached its limit, and she pressed on relentlessly.

Whether out of spite or on purpose, the old man replied heavily, "Yes, it was all my doing! I was born a wicked person. To achieve my goals, I didn't hesitate to gather vicious and ruthless wandering beastmen and wield my sword to slaughter the lynx tribe that gave me life and raised me, regardless of age or gender! I personally cut off the old chief's head, I personally started the endless fire, and I gave the order for tens of thousands of tribesmen to die. The entire lynx tribe was destroyed by my own hand!"

"It hurts!" Without the slightest hesitation, she parted her lips and uttered the command.

Fang Lao felt a sharp pain, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at him from head to toe, making him feel like he was dying.

He fell to the ground as if out of control, rolling around and howling, unable to utter another word.

Even so, he frequently looked up towards Xixi, as if he had something he urgently wanted to tell the other party.

Unfortunately, the excruciating pain was everywhere, and he was completely unable to control his vocal cords to make any sound; all he could utter were painful howls, instinctive howls.

Seeing the old man in this state, the people who had been gathered around him, looking arrogant and domineering, scattered. They exchanged glances, and some even ran away.

Seeking advantage and avoiding harm is an instinct for orcs, and this is especially true for this group of wandering orcs.

Without any psychological burden, and without even leaving a single word, they vanished like a gust of wind.

Of course, the Brotherhood wouldn't let them get away with it, and Fatty Orange certainly wouldn't let these wandering orcs who had burned, killed, and looted the entire lynx tribe get away with it either. He shouted, "Where do you think you're going!"

Although it was their first collaboration, the brothers, bound by a bond, always had a tacit understanding. The moment Fatty Orange spoke, the Hidden Illusion was activated.

In an instant, everyone was thrown into chaos. Some stood there in confusion, some ran around frantically but kept going in circles, and some, without distinguishing friend from foe, swung their knives at those around them.

The group of brothers initially wanted to step forward to stop them, but after seeing the group's strange behavior, they retreated in confusion.

Although I don't understand what exactly happened, it seems that these people have been taken into custody.

In the midst of the chaos, no one noticed that a three-legged cat quietly slipped into the bushes, seemingly wanting to leave without a sound.

However, just as he hid in the bushes, he let out a scream!

But then a tiger cub roared and pounced on him, leaving him covered in blood. It was unclear whether it was an old wound reopening or a new one.

Xixi looked over in surprise, "Xi Wang? You've grown so much!"

She remembered that when Xi Wang was born, it was about the same size as the fat orange beast. Now, three months later, it has grown to five times its original size. This kitten is growing really fast!

As she finished speaking, another cat with stripes leaped out from behind the Western King, biting the three-legged cat's tail and tearing and dragging it fiercely.

Soon, the tail, which had been relatively intact, was torn apart by such violent tearing, revealing segments of tailbone, which was quite horrifying.

"Meow...meow..." The three-legged cat let out a shrill scream, its eyes filled with death.

There was no beast god messenger descending from the sky; it turned out to be the young chieftain's sworn brother. He came to help his brother, but also to deliver his own death warrant!

He had intended to escape in the chaos and was pleased that no one had noticed him, but he had only taken one step when he was caught by these brats. Was this all just fate?

"West Spotted?" Although its appearance is very different from when it was born, the spots all over its body have been enlarged proportionally!

Following the two large cats, many kittens and mice emerged one after another, fluffy little balls of fur, quickly surrounding Xixi, their big eyes filled with affection.

"My little ones, my little ones!" Xixi reached out to touch this one, then that one, her face full of joy.

She didn't even dare to think about how many cubs she would see when she returned, given the mortality rate of over half of the beast cubs.

Unexpectedly, Fat Orange took such good care of them that so many cubs survived the war that wiped out the clan!

Twenty-seven! A full twenty-seven!

It can be said that, apart from the little twelfth cub that just died, all the other cubs survived!

She looked at Fatty Orange with gratitude, while the latter said with regret, "It's all my fault. If I had been more vigilant, Little Twelve wouldn't have died!"

Fatty Orange wasn't surprised when the cubs rushed out en masse. After all, Xixi was their birth mother, and they had drunk her breast milk for three months. Naturally, they were very familiar with Xixi's scent. Even though they hadn't been able to spend every day together, their beastman instincts still drove them to come out and surround their mother.

"Um..." Xixi stroked the little furry creatures affectionately, and asked casually, "Have you given them all the medicine you gave them?"

The medicines referred to were Foundation Building Pill, Tempering Pill, and Life-Saving Pill. However, the cubs had just been born and hadn't even opened their eyes yet, nor did they have the ability to chew and swallow.

She simply left the medicine behind and did not watch the cubs take it.

Therefore, she was extremely nervous when she asked that question.

She was both afraid that Fatty Orange hadn't had time to give Little Twelve the medicine yet, and also afraid that the medicine had already been given and had already taken effect.

Either way, it will signify the complete demise of Little Twelve!

“I have fed them all. I gave them all three kinds of pills when they were a month old!” Fat Orange confirmed. “At that time, Xi Wang, Xi Ban, and Xi Li had a bigger reaction and were in a coma for one to two months. As for the other cubs, they didn’t have any reaction and ate and slept as usual.”

As she said this, a tabby kitten stretched its head out and rubbed against Xixi's palm, and only then did Xixi look down and notice her.