"Give birth from the buttocks," Fang Hua eavesdropped on his inner thoughts again.

If you're eavesdropping, why do you have to tell everyone?

Fang Rong rolled her eyes and ignored him. He was boiling honey and would be arriving at the next tribe soon. He planned to go to the market to exchange for some useful things, such as a chamber pot, a water bag, and ideally, clothes and shoes, as these were essential for daily life.

Speaking of which, we've run out of salt, which is something we definitely have to replace.

Fang Hua transformed into his original form and lay on the bed, half of his body exposed, his head resting on his front paws. His eyes followed Fang Rong's movements back and forth, turning this way and that, looking adorably silly.

Fang Rong made a lot of honey this time, boiling a huge pot, which couldn't even fit in one or two bottles.

He first filled a porcelain jar with honey and placed it aside. The freshly boiled honey was still a little hot, and the lid was not sealed. Fang Hua smelled the fragrance in the air and couldn't help but stand up to steal a sip. His head had just poked his head out when Fang Rong pressed him down.

"Don't even think about it!" Although honey is a traditional Chinese medicine, all medicines have some toxicity, and drinking too much is not good. Fang Hua likes to eat sweets, and he would sneak a sip here and there. He could finish a bottle in a day or two without worrying about cavities.

Fang Hua shook her big head, her long eyelashes fluttering, making people's hearts soften.

In its original form, this guy had a chubby, round face that was very endearing.

Anyone who owns a cat knows how adorable a cat's profile is; you just want to rub and pinch it and hold it forever.

Fang Hua probably knew her trump card well, occasionally showing her adorable and innocent side in front of him, making her a heartthrob for girls.

Fang Rong couldn't resist putting down her spoon and giving him a good rub. Fang Hua slumped down, enjoying it, and exposed his belly, begging to be touched.

He's now a behemoth, and every time I touch him, I have to climb up and massage his belly. Fang Rong's current weight is like a massage stick to him, just the right size.

Fang Rong couldn't stand it and stepped on it for two minutes. Small bubbles appeared in the honey in the pot, and the bottom was already a little burnt. He quickly came down, scooped up the honey, and put it in a bottle. These were all treasures, and both females and children loved to eat them.

The nearby market is not far from here, and many female orcs or families of three have already gone there to exchange their goods, using their own handicrafts, or rare flowers, fruits, meat and the like.

In the orc world, this is money, and it's a universal currency.

Fang Rong prepared all the fruits and cured meats she usually dried, and took them to the market as soon as the honey cooled down.

Like the females in the tribe, Fang Hua followed behind him. During this time, he was recuperating from his injuries while learning to speak, and he had gradually mastered some skills and could roughly understand what others were saying.

The females huddled together, chatting about all sorts of interesting things that happened in the tribe.

There were all sorts of stories about who had just given birth, who was pregnant, whose wife had struck gold and sold for a fortune, and so on. Some even said they caught a dragon, but because it was so beautiful, they didn't eat it, but instead took it as their wife.

They also said that family was incredibly lucky; such a beautiful dragon is rare, with its colorful plumage, as pretty as a butterfly.

Fang Rong immediately sensed something was wrong. It was impossible for all dragons to be colorful and butterfly-like. It was probably the Fire Dragon clan. Wasn't the most beautiful Fire Dragon the Fire Dragon?

Did that fire dragon get captured and taken as a wife?

He quickly pressed for answers, and since he didn't speak the local language well, he simply asked Fang Hua to translate. Fang Hua was somewhat reluctant, as he found the news about the fire dragon annoying.

However, because of Fang Rong, he still asked seriously.

The females didn't know the specifics either; they had only heard it from others. Because they encountered many tribes along the way during their migration, the information spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

I heard they're from the Silver Wolf clan, and they're distant relatives of Fang Hua; one is a feline, and the other is a canine.

Fang Rong was just asking casually, with no other intention. After all, that fire dragon had harmed him; he had almost been raped. He was just a little surprised to hear news of someone he seemed to know while he was far away from home, and he hadn't even thought about contacting him.

So what if he's going to be someone's wife? Let him experience what it's like to have his way with women through back channels.

Fang Rong thought for a moment and stopped paying attention to the fire dragon. If she did, Fang Hua would get angry, and he was already a little unsteady on his feet.

Fang Rong rubbed his ears to comfort him. Fang Hua's ears were very sensitive, and when she rubbed them, they would twitch as if he had suddenly had a cramp.

He rubbed it a few more times because he liked it. Everyone has a love for beauty, and the females nearby couldn't resist touching his head, but Fang Hua snorted and refused.

At this time of year, most males are out hunting and rarely have time to accompany females for a stroll. After all, it's a small matter, the distance isn't far, and nothing bad will happen within this area. Only Fang Hua patiently followed behind him, making his figure quite noticeable.

A male was mingled among countless females, and every passing female couldn't help but turn around to look at him.

In the orc world, the most handsome man is the strongest; he must be number one in both strength and muscle.

Fang Hua, who is all muscle, has already been eliminated. At most, he's cute and adorable. He'd be fine as a son, but as a husband, he's basically destined to be alone. No one would choose him; he seems unreliable.

After all, the primeval forest is fraught with danger. Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp. Weak males die easily, leaving females to remain widows.

The market was bustling. There were many tribes in the area, and they had a truce in the market, setting up stalls to exchange what they needed. Some people specified what they wanted, and wouldn't exchange anything else. Most people were quite tolerant.

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