Fang Hua looked completely bewildered. Like a child who had done something wrong, he hugged Fang Rong from behind. He always liked this position and never got tired of hugging her.
Fang Rong ignored him, letting him hang on her body as they walked around the thatched hut. His honey was unique, and Fang Rong even added pollen and other things to it to make a drink. It was very popular, and almost all the females in the team bought it from him, giving him eggs, cloth, straw sandals, and the like.
Someone else wanted some today, and they gave her a large piece of fabric, about three to five meters long. Autumn is almost here, so Fang Rong considered it and accepted it. Then she boiled more than two kilograms of honey.
Honey is good, but it can't be eaten often, and the demand isn't high. If someone really wants it, they'll definitely buy it even if you just give them a few vegetables as a gift.
However, I'm afraid that if this goes on for too long, people will think it's easy to get and won't take it seriously, taking it for granted that I'll give it away for free.
Fang Rong finished cooking very late, but fortunately he didn't have any tasks to do, so it didn't matter if he slept late or woke up late.
While he was sleeping, Fang Hua kept bothering him. He hadn't gotten better afterward, and that bastard Fang Hua forgot to treat him again, just kept thinking "hahaha," he was really asking for a beating.
Fang Rong ignored him, pretending to be fast asleep, letting him secretly masturbate from behind, then kick him down, go outside to calm down, and come back.
When Fang Hua came back, he calmed down. The next day, he complained to him, feeling particularly aggrieved, that he had bullied him the day before.
Fang Rong pretended not to understand.
The bugle sounds at dawn, signaling another day of travel.
The prey caught yesterday came in handy; the chieftain had them herded together, transformed into human form, and headed into the forest.
Those prey were mostly herbivores, which were like sworn enemies to the plant race. Enemies meeting are bound to be extremely hostile, and their fate seemed to be already foreseeable.
An archer beside the chieftain fired an arrow, closely following the prey. The herbivorous beastmen scattered in fright and disappeared into the forest.
Speaking of these herbivorous beastmen, there are rabbits, cows, sheep, horses, donkeys, and a seven-colored deer. When it is in human form, it is very beautiful, with a slender and smooth body. From Fang Rong's angle, its buttocks are quite perky.
It also has some colorful patterns on its body, upturned eyes, a pair of antlers on its head, and golden hair that makes its face look very white.
The deer was walking very slowly when an arrow suddenly shot from behind, startling it so much that it ran further into the forest.
The forest was shrouded in mist and miasma, making it impossible to see inside.
They could only vaguely see the surrounding trees moving, and a branch silently stretched out. The deer didn't see it and fell to the ground with a thud.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, except for the occasional scream that echoed overhead for a long time.
Mr. Deer was a little scared. He stood up carefully because he had fallen on a rock and scraped his knee, making it look unnatural. So he was actually dragging that leg.
His greatest asset was his legs—long, strong, and perfectly proportioned. His narrow, slender buttocks were slightly whiter than his legs, suggesting he often wore animal skins.
Mr. Deer was terrified. He knew this forest was a one-way street; everyone who went in never came out again.
He had come here once when he was playing with his brothers. One of his brothers went to pick up a grass ball made of bamboo and accidentally got a little too close, and then he was dragged inside.
The elderly people living nearby all warned them not to go near, designating the area as a restricted zone, because their enemies lived there.
This is how things have always been: humans eat animals, animals eat grass, and now the grass has become sentient and is eating animals instead. Moreover, due to regional differences, these grasses and trees are quite formidable.
It is impervious to water and fire, and cannot be destroyed.
With tigers in front and wolves behind, it seemed like a life-or-death situation, and Mr. Deer was in despair.
He had a dozen or so companions with him along the way, but now he's all alone.
Mr. Deer hugged his arms tightly, shrank back in fear, knelt on the ground, pressed his face to the ground, and refused to leave no matter what.
He was wearing nothing, and this action clearly revealed his figure, making it even more striking.
A vine slithered over, as if being controlled, cautiously approaching him. Mr. Deer was still trembling, his calves twitching as if in a cramp.
As a herbivorous beastman, life is extremely difficult. He is surrounded by natural enemies, and people often chase after him, treating him as prey.
His grandparents, parents, and other family members were all eaten by other animals. The clan chief said it was the cycle of karma, and there was no way to resist it.
Mr. Deer has accepted his fate and is resigned to it.
However, he felt he was too weak to be a burden to others. Despite his good looks and the fact that females often pursued him, Mr. Deer insisted on living alone. Otherwise, it might have been his females and children who were captured today.
Although he was going to die, he felt that he was dying with honor, at least he didn't waste a single piece of land.
The vine wrapped around his ankle, startling Mr. Deer. He turned around and found nothing there, so he comfortably curled up and continued to tremble.
After a while, he felt a strange touch on his foot again. Mr. Deer turned around abruptly, but still saw nothing.
He figured he'd either seen a ghost or someone was playing a trick on him.
Mr. Deer was a little angry. "I'm already like this and you're still teasing me."
He moved to another spot and continued to huddle there, maintaining the strange posture. He knelt on the ground with his legs curled up, his hands behind his head, his face hidden in his arms, trembling.
The vine didn't react at first, but when it saw that he wasn't moving, it continued to wrap around him. This time it wasn't just testing him; it went straight up his calf and thigh, dragging him into the depths of the forest.
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