Fang Hua was used to doing this kind of thing. He dismantled the entire thatched hut, packed everything up and put it into his spatial storage, and only then did he let Fang Rong get up and leave with him.

While others carry heavy luggage and let the females walk, Fang Rong carries the luggage, and he carries Fang Rong.

Having space makes things easier. Of course, even without space, Fang Hua wouldn't let him walk, since Fang Rong's body wasn't fully recovered and they had fought three hundred rounds last night.

Fang Rong couldn't bring herself to let Fang Hua eat only vegetables for twenty days; at most, she would force him to drink more meat broth.

Fang Hua is the kind of beast who only eats meat, doesn't drink soup, doesn't eat vegetables, and likes sweets; his tastes are quite peculiar.

Fang Rong has been able to eat only bland food lately. He is also recovering from his injuries, but he was frightened by the wizard's potion and refuses to take any medicine. He has no choice but to take care of himself.

He ate only clear soup at every meal, with little oil, and would get hungry very quickly. At that point, the two of them would leave the group to take care of their personal needs, and then catch up with the group again.

The main force's tracks were easy to spot, especially since they were carrying a large amount of supplies, and their footprints were deep.

Having just settled his life's major event, Fang Rong lazily lay on Fang Hua's back. Fang Hua had two wings on his back, which held him up on both sides, so he wasn't worried about falling off. He would occasionally kick his legs and stretch his arms and legs.

Honestly, lying like that all day is tiring, especially my butt. It's so chafed and sore inside from all the bouncing around.

Fang Rong usually changes her posture every now and then, sometimes lying down, sometimes crouching, sometimes sitting, and sometimes getting up and walking around.

The difference in height between him and the deformed Fang Hua was enormous. After walking for a while, he would fall behind the group. Fang Hua would patiently stand in place and wait for him, bending down to let him catch up.

Fang Rong didn't force him. When he got tired, he would go upstairs to sit for a while, and when he got tired of sitting, he would come downstairs to walk around. This way, he could easily pass the time throughout the day.

At noon, they took a one-hour break to prepare food and drinks. Fang Hua was called out to go hunting, while Fang Rong went to pick fruit and cook meat soup.

He's quite skilled, and everyone usually listens to him. However, due to the language barrier, Fang Rong usually does the work while they watch.

At first, Fang Rong was willing and even a little happy. But then she realized that everyone was obsessed with looks and must have ganged up on him because he was ugly. When he was cooking, they would just watch and at most chop some vegetables.

Fang Rong gradually became dissatisfied and stopped cooking as often. Instead, she brewed fruit wine for herself, stuffed it with dried fruit, and made boiled mutton or beef, which she would then roll up with some cold dishes to make another snack.

He did quite a bit, and when he was bored he would take a couple of bites. Fang Hua also liked to walk around, sometimes stopping and starting, waiting for him to pamper her.

He ate when he left, and when he stopped, it meant he wanted to eat more. At that point, Fang Rong would tug his ear to make him turn around.

Fang Hua's face was too big; he couldn't even hold it with one hand. And since he was too lazy to move, he simply let Fang Hua turn his head himself, which made it easier for him to turn his head back.

Fang Hua's head was as big as a century-old tree stump, covered in hair, like a cat's fur. Fang Rong liked to take advantage of him, tugging at his whiskers and rubbing his ears from time to time.

Like an enlarged version of a kitten, with a chubby cat face, Fang Hua has enlarged almond-shaped eyes. Because her eyes are very big, her eyelashes are also very long, flowing across like a fan.

Fang Rong couldn't understand whose genes she inherited.

She was so ugly as a child, but she's so beautiful now. It's impossible!

He was ugly when he was a child, and he's still ugly now that he's grown up. Well, you could say he's ugly, but he's just very ordinary-looking.

Fang Rong rolled over, took out the honey, scooped out a small spoonful, and scooped a small spoonful for Fang Hua as well. The two foodies had not only failed to lose weight during this period of eating and sleeping outdoors, but had actually gotten fatter.

Fang Rong, in particular, is alright. Fang Hua is fine, as he exercises every day, sometimes running for more than ten hours at a time. Fang Rong, on the other hand, spends most of her time on his back, so she has very little chance to exercise. She also loves to eat snacks, from dried fruit to boiled mutton and beef, and she never stops eating them all day long. No wonder she's getting fat.

"You have a little belly." Fang Hua was quite surprised. She gently rubbed his belly, her movements as tender as a husband caressing a pregnant woman, her face full of affection.

"Give me a baby, please."

(▼皿▼#), why don't you poop? Do I have that function?