Chapter 1
"Overtime, overtime, overtime, every day!" Yu Sui rode his electric scooter through the skyscrapers. Unfortunately, it was still a rainy day, and the misty drizzle hit his helmet, making the road in front of him seem filtered and distorted.
He was really angry. Not only was he not paid for working overtime every day, but he wasn't even allowed to go home early in this weather. He had just discovered a great farming novel and wanted to go back early to read it, but the author said today that there would be two updates! Sigh, if it were possible, he really wanted to stay at home forever. It would be great if people didn't have to eat.
Grumbling inwardly, his vision blurred by the rain, he saw the next green light approaching. Anxious to get home and catch up with Wen, Yu Sui throttled the accelerator and rushed forward. The green light still didn't reach him; it flashed past and turned red. Yu Sui quickly slammed on the brakes, but the road was too slippery in the rain, and he drifted, throwing himself and the car into the middle of the road. Just then, cars on the opposite sides started to pass. Even if the driver had seen him, he wouldn't have been able to stop. Yu Sui watched helplessly as he was swept under the car...
Damn it, working overtime is delaying me! At the last moment, Yu Sui cursed his boss madly in his heart.
A faint stench, mixed with the scent of grass, reached Yu Sui's nose, and he blearily opened his eyes. A few drops of rain pelted his face, and he wondered, "Are people so cold-blooded these days?" He'd been lying on the road for how long, and the rain hadn't stopped yet.
He was just completely rolled under the car, but he didn't die. No wonder the police officer insisted on wearing a helmet, it seems it works. He thought to himself, propping himself up with his hands, trying to stand up and take a look around. Oh, he didn't feel any pain at all. In such a serious car accident, could he be the lucky one?
But the taller buildings, busy streets, flashing traffic lights, and panicked passers-by around him all disappeared.
All he could see was a yellow and black mud wall mixed with straw stalks, just like the wall at his grandmother's house. When he looked up, he saw thick straw. Rainwater from the roof slowly seeped in through the cracks and hit his face.
"Ouch?" Yu Sui cried out in panic. What was going on? Even if the driver wanted to flee, he couldn't have moved him to such a desolate place in front of everyone. Houses like this were rare even in the 1990s. Who still had thatched roofs? Had he traveled to Du Fu's house?
The next second, he realized that there was something wrong with his voice, and tentatively called out "Ouch?"
His fur was standing on end. It was over. What on earth had he become? Was he a guard dog? No, judging by the situation, this must be ancient times. If he really turned into a dog, would he be eaten? He was so anxious that he was spinning in circles.
"Ah?" There was another weak cry, but this time it wasn't from him.
Yu Sui turned his head and saw a golden lion cub, about the size of a two-month-old kitten, stumbling towards him.
He propped himself up on his paws, sitting there in a daze. Suddenly, his head felt as if something had been stuffed into it, causing him to feel pain and dizziness. He covered his head with his paws, cradling it in agony for a moment before regaining consciousness.
The memories of this body flowed into his mind like water.
The original owner was an orc from the Snow Wolf tribe. His father and mother lost their lives in a great war between the orcs and the elves, and the other was seriously injured, which caused the original owner to be born with congenital deficiencies. Since childhood, his health has not been as good as that of his fellow tribesmen, and he could not hunt large prey. If it were not for the frequent assistance from his fellow tribesmen for the sake of his parents, he would probably have starved to death long ago.
The little lion in front of you was picked up by the original owner's mother. Too many people died in that war.
After the war, the two tribes made peace and many orcs were displaced. The Golden Lion Tribe, together with the Tiger Tribe, Cat Tribe and Leopard Tribe, established the Golden Kingdom and stationed it in the west of the continent, while orcs of other races were scattered all over the continent.
The original owner's mother couldn't find the little lion's parents and guessed that they must have died, so she took it home and raised it with her own children.
Not long after bringing the little lion back home, the original owner's mother died due to her injuries and longing for her husband. The original owner and the little lion survived under the care of the entire tribe.
The original owner disliked the little lion, believing him to have stolen his mother. His physical condition was congenitally deficient, and his strength wasn't as great as that of his fellow tribesmen. Therefore, he had idolized Qi, the tribe's foremost warrior, from a young age. Whenever he had time, he would follow Qi around, filled with admiration.
Qi didn't like him. As an orc, he didn't like such weak guys. Besides, the original owner was a male orc. Even if he really wanted to be a partner with a male orc, why didn't he choose Xu, who grew up with him?
His mother, Lu, had some conflicts with Xu's mother before, so she still hoped that her son could become a partner with the original owner. After all, the original owner's mother was a brave warrior after all.
Over time, Qi became impatient with the original owner, while the original owner became more and more courageous, and kept pestering Qi, and never took care of his little lion brother.
It had been raining continuously for the past few days, and the original owner, still a cub and weak, couldn't go hunting with the warriors. He tried to sneak along and follow Qi, but after getting caught in the downpour, he came down with a fever and was sent back home. The beastmen were all tough and sturdy, and they hadn't expected a fever to take the original owner's life.
Yu Sui was confused. The more this plot developed, the more it resembled an orc novel I'd read before. Aren't Qi and Xu the protagonists in that novel, top and bottom?
The original owner was a cannon fodder villain in the story, who added a lot of trouble to the protagonist's love life. In the end, he was driven out of the tribe by his intolerable tribesmen. For the sake of his parents, they did not take his life, but with the original owner's physical condition, he still starved and froze to death that winter, and was eaten by wild beasts.
He stamped his paws anxiously, frightening the little lion that was slowly approaching him and causing it to lie down again. It stared at him anxiously with its dark, wet eyes.
biu~ It was as if an arrow shot into Yu Sui's heart. He stood up tentatively, using his limbs not very familiar with them. He walked to the little lion in a crooked way and touched the little guy's head with his front paws.
I remember the book describing how the original owner went nearly insane, obsessed with following Qi, and left the little lion at home, nearly starving to death. Everyone in the tribe knew about his family's situation, so they often took turns visiting him to look after him. One day, the protagonist, Shouxu, happened to visit his home and found the dying little lion, so he took it back home.
He found the original owner and scolded him, which further lowered the protagonist's impression of the original owner and sent the original owner back home again. The original owner secretly hated the little lion for holding him back, and never took him home again, abandoning him.
It's quite pitiful, Yu Sui thought. Not only did the little lion follow his original owner, starving and starving, but he was also abandoned in the end. Later in the book, he surprisingly didn't turn evil. After the original owner was driven out of the tribe, he still sent people to rescue him. It's a pity that the original owner was too fragile and died before his rescuers arrived.
What a good lion. Yu Sui rubbed his head against the little fellow's furry golden head. Oh, what was this little fellow's name? He tried to recall for a moment. Yes, it was Xiaochu.
Orcs can also speak when they are in their original form. Yu Sui opened his mouth and called softly, "Ao Xiaochu?" Why do I keep wanting to cry? Yu Sui patted his mouth with his claws.
Obviously, he had never had a good attitude towards Xiaochu before. Xiaochu was flattered. He raised his head to look at him and tentatively licked his face with his tongue.
Yu Sui was licked and laughed. The average age of orcs is quite long, and they can live for hundreds of years, so they are still young boys in their twenties or thirties. The little lion has been picked up for more than 20 years, but because it has been malnourished due to living with the original owner for a long time, the body of the animal is very small.
When he thought about the little guy licking him, who was actually in his 20s, he still couldn't adapt to the orc's thinking, so he gently patted Xiaochu's head with his claws.
At this moment, he heard a gurgling sound. He looked down and saw that Xiaochu's stomach was flat with hunger.
Alas, he sighed in his heart. It was really a disaster. The roof was leaking, the brother was hungry, the walls were muddy, and the house was impoverished.
But even so, their house is still relatively luxurious among the Snow Wolf Clan. Others live in wooden sheds or even tents, but their family built a mud house because their father and mother were warriors and they had strength and savings. In winter, it is always warmer than other people's houses.
The Snow Wolf Clan has thick skin and flesh, and no one has ever frozen to death in this kind of house in winter. Perhaps the original owner was the only one in their clan who would be frozen to death.
He stood up according to the original owner's memory, thinking about changing into a human form. As expected, he saw that the body had become taller. He hurriedly wrapped the animal skin around his waist.
The Snow Wolf Tribe's clothing is essentially simple animal hides, convenient for donning and removing when they transform from beast to human form. Some will trade with humans who come to trade, or at intertribal markets, for linen to make simple clothing, but these are rarely worn. These hides are considered precious possessions within their tribe, and many orcs only wear them in winter for warmth, either in childhood or old age.
Yu Sui wrapped the animal skin around his waist, bent down gently, and lifted Xiaochu into his arms. Holding Xiaochu, he searched the dim and damp room for food according to his memory. He only found a small pile of shriveled beans, a few pieces of reddish-black dried meat, and a few unknown wild fruits.
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