As expected, it was impossible to rely on Fang Hua. He couldn't even take care of himself, let alone the Beast King take care of the entire forest.

I don't know what got into me just now, but I actually thought he might—maybe—become king.

Was it really just wishful thinking?

Fang Rong covered his forehead, took a pack of tissues from his spatial storage and threw it over. He was nearsighted, so he naturally couldn't throw it accurately, but he was willful because of his superpower, and Fang Hua still caught it no matter what.

"Is there no one else in the forest?" Fang Rong was completely disappointed in Fang Hua. "Fang Hua himself is just a child; he can't be a king."

Although he had once hoped that Fang Hua would be in a high position, Fang Hua loved freedom. Being a king would be too cruel for him, as he would no longer be able to travel freely and do whatever he wanted.

He was a half-baked guy to begin with, and most of the time he preferred to stay by Fang Rong's side. He was probably just really lazy, too lazy to even think about the future, relying entirely on Fang Rong. Wherever Fang Rong went, he went.

His ideal life is a small home, preferably without tables and chairs, and with at least one window, since he'll be doing all the housework.

Being willing to do something doesn't mean liking to do it. If he doesn't do it, Fang Rong has to do it, so he chooses to do it himself.

Of course, he also disliked Fang Rong's reckless actions, setting up a stall one day and an online store the next, leaving him to do all the odd jobs.

Actually, he didn't want Fang Rong to be tired; he preferred to be tired himself.

"If possible, I hope he stays innocent for the rest of his life." Fang Hua is a contradiction. You could say he's innocent and naive, but of course, he can also be quite wicked at times, full of malice and a whole host of scheming ideas.

Putting everything else aside, just looking at their usual arguments, if it were an ordinary couple, they would definitely argue every three days and fight every five days. They rarely even have the chance to blush.

Fang Hua usually listens obediently to Fang Rong's scolding, believing that everything Fang Rong says and does is right and he will do it completely without ever talking back. Talking back will definitely lead to an argument, and if he wins the argument, he will lose his wife.

Fang Rong is also quite special. He is the gentle and reserved type, serious and meticulous. He generally doesn't make mistakes, and if he does, he will find reasons to make it seem like he did nothing wrong and then frame Fang Hua for it.

For example, once Fang Rong accidentally broke a honey jar. He went out to find a broom, and when he came back, Fang Hua knelt on the ground.

Ask him what's wrong.

"I broke it." (￣﹏￣)

This ability to proactively admit one's mistakes is truly remarkable.

Fang Rong naturally went along with it, letting him go out to do some work. Sometimes it was catching food, sometimes building a straw shed, and sometimes planting vegetables. In short, she would find different ways to torment him.

Fang Hua is like a smiling Buddha; he never gets angry. He obediently finishes his work by himself and then comes over to ask for a reward.

Fang Rong couldn't refuse hugs and pats, and that's how their daily laughter developed.

“Men always grow up.” Yan Gui disapproved of Fang Hua’s excessive pampering. “He’s growing up right now under your nose, and he’ll grow up in places you can’t see later. He’ll still have to grow up eventually.”

"I see." If that's the case, then let him grow up under my watchful eye. At least I can keep an eye on him and occasionally encourage him.

"Fang Hua," Fang Rong beckoned, "come here."

Fang Hua didn't come out after using the toilet. He disappeared again. He was just outside the vegetable garden, and now he's peeking out from inside.

"What's wrong?" The guy came over excitedly, carrying two red things.

"There's something I'd like to ask for your opinion on."

"You want me to be the Beast King?" Fang Hua was still holding a red fruit in his hand, attached to the branch, with another one hanging on the branch, swaying back and forth, looking silly.

"Hmm." He had forgotten that Fang Hua possessed the ability to read minds and could see through his thoughts at a glance. "I'm just asking for your opinion. If you don't..."

"I don't want to," Fang Hua refused without hesitation.

"..." Fang Rong got annoyed. "Can you wait until I finish speaking?"

"Oh." (⊙w⊙), "You say."

Fang Rong opened her mouth, hesitated, and finally could only sigh, "Fine, if you don't want to, then don't do it."

Actually, it hasn't come to the point of no return. First of all, they are not people of the forest; strictly speaking, they are still people of the Empire. They should be hoping for the Empire's victory and supporting the Empire's relocation.

However, having lived in the forest for so long, they had developed feelings for it and didn't want to resort to such a bloody method.

There is a better way: if both sides are persuaded to cease hostilities and sign a peace treaty, the Imperials can migrate in small groups, and the Orcs can give up a portion of their territory in exchange for what they need.

For example, quantum computers, a better living environment, salt, etc. Although the beastmen are generally well-off, salt is a real problem for them. They can't do without it, but using it is inefficient, extremely expensive, and mostly coarse salt, with fine salt being scarce.

If we combine the Empire's technology with the orcs' ingredients, it would be perfect.

It doesn't necessarily have to be a fight, but both sides feel they have the upper hand and misunderstand each other, so neither is willing to back down.

Fang Rong wanted everyone to avoid losing a single soldier, to give way to each other, and to live together in this forest in a more open and peaceful way.

"I'm just a nobody, I'll do my best." Normally, if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up, but he's not tall, so he doesn't need to worry about anything. He's just destined to work hard, and he can't bear to leave everyone behind and enjoy himself alone at such a crucial moment.

Although he was persuaded by Fang Hua to hide in the deep mountains for more than a month, he was on the side of the military region at that time, but now he is on the side of the orcs.

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