Pampered Beasts: Beautiful Actress, Many Children, Many Blessings

Chapter 116 Fat Orange Dies in Battle

Unwilling to listen to Xixi any longer, Yunxi suddenly pulled her into his arms, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.

Therefore, when the caravan has nothing urgent to do, when he has to follow the caravan on trade, and when he repeatedly begs her to come along, her final choice will not be him!

He could understand her choice; after all, females preferred a stable tribal life and males with power and status, but his heart still ached.

The instructors from the Eastern Continent had warned them that the adopted sons-in-law competed for favor through their skills, vying for a place to live, not for the wife's affection.

When emotions are stirred, the mind becomes confused; when the mind is confused, the spirit is lost; when the spirit is lost, words and actions become disordered!

As a child groom, falling in love is a major taboo. He had been wary of this since childhood, but in the face of Xixi, he ultimately broke the taboo.

"There's something I didn't want to say so soon, but now I'm afraid I have no choice but to." He gritted his teeth and finally decided to speak, not for his personal love, but for the great revenge against the "Yun" gang!

"What is it?" Xixi asked, bewildered and surprised, unsure of what the other person wanted to say at this moment.

Yunxi took a deep breath, and just as he was about to speak, he saw an orc rushing from the east gate of the tribe, shouting: "Something terrible has happened! The vanguard is trapped by the beast tide, the main force has lost contact, and Fatty Orange has been killed in battle!"

As the last word fell, the man arrived at the chief's courtyard and began pounding on the gate with such force that it seemed he wanted to smash it to pieces.

Xixi's heart shattered as well. She instinctively took a step back, almost losing her balance, her voice trembling as she pointed at the person and demanded, "What did you say? What happened to Fatty Orange?"

The man glanced at her, but didn't say anything, continuing to pound on the door.

After his repeated pounding, the courtyard gate was finally opened from the inside, where the chief appeared, his face ashen, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"Chief, don't you recognize me? I'm Zhao Dong, Fatty Orange's childhood friend. We played together before we even transformed into human form. I'm here to accompany Fatty Orange on this expedition!"

The chief looked the other person up and down, and upon recalling the situation, he realized that there did indeed seem to be such a person by his son's side.

However, the relationship was not as close as he claimed. At least his son had never mentioned him in front of him. Otherwise, how could he not recognize him?

Seeing that the chief no longer questioned him, the man boldly stepped forward and lowered his voice, saying, "Chief, with Fat Orange dead, the most urgent thing is to gather everyone to discuss the next steps!"

The chief gritted his teeth, seemingly unwilling to hear those four words, his pores trembling as if he were ready to punch the man at any moment.

Just then, Fang Lao and the other key members swarmed over, blocking the chief's courtyard and discussing: "Chief, is the news true? Fat Orange... is he really already...?"

"What should we do? Fatty Orange is an eighth-level warrior. If he can't win, who else can?"

"If we had known this would happen, we should have followed Old Fang's plan and made arrangements for the evacuation earlier, then Fatty Orange wouldn't have died!"

"What's the point of saying all this now? Let's get on with the rest!"

"Mr. Fang, you have such great foresight, why don't you say a few words to everyone..."

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Xixi was shoved around by the crowd in a daze, and unconsciously retreated to the outermost edge. Watching the group of people coming and going, even though it was Fatty Orange who died, no one was really sad for him. Instead, they were arguing about whose theory was correct and who could lead the tribe to the future.

She couldn't help but feel sorry for Fatty Orange, but then she thought, weren't these the same people who supported Fatty Orange in the first place?

Perhaps emotions are reserved for close relatives, while those in positions of power only need to be rational; or perhaps people's joys and sorrows are inherently uncommon, and it seems there's nothing wrong with them worrying about themselves at this moment.

However, she no longer had the energy to knock on her father's courtyard gate.

Yes, Fat Orange is dead, and her connection with the lynx tribe has also disappeared. In an instant, it seems that she has no reason to stay here.

It would be better to leave with Yunxi, so as to avoid looking at every blade of grass and every tree here and only adding to one's sorrow.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but lower her head and stroke her lower abdomen, where Fatty Orange's child was growing. This was Fatty Orange's last gift to the world, and also to her. She would definitely give birth to them well and raise them well, no matter how hard it was!

"This one is Fatty Orange's, right?" Noticing Xixi's actions, Yunxi asked calmly.

Xi Xi turned around in surprise. Oh right, she hadn't told the other person yet. When Nuan Nuan asked about it yesterday, she laughed it off, but she didn't expect that her subtle actions would expose it now.

She pursed her lips, remained silent for a long while, and finally replied, "After this baby is born, I'll definitely have the next one for you!"

"It's a deal!" Without hesitation, Yunxi agreed very decisively and quickly, even adding at the end, "Remember what you said, don't let absence make the heart grow fonder and change your mind when you see Fatty Orange again!"

“How could this be? He was already…” Xixi stopped abruptly, looking at the other person in disbelief. “What did you say? Fatty Orange…” is not dead?

"There are too many people and too many eyes here, let's go back and talk!" Yunxi looked around warily. In just a short while, not to mention that Fang Lao and his group arrived quickly, even ordinary beastmen arrived just as quickly, blocking the chieftain's courtyard in layers!

This speed is really too fast!

Compared to the quiet journey there, the return trip was packed with people. Fortunately, with Yunxi protecting them, Xixi was not affected, only their speed was slightly slower.

As more and more clansmen gathered, Xixi couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt.

Even though the news of Fat Orange's death was shocking, it shouldn't have caused so many people to disregard everything and get out of their warm beds.

Moreover, this speed is too fast!

In such a short time, it seems that everyone in the tribe, except for those who cannot move, has gone out into the streets, and many people have even brought their bundles with them!

Seeing the confusion in Xixi's eyes, Yunxi immediately understood and stopped one of the orcs to ask, "Brother, what happened?"

"You don't know?" The man asked instead of answering, seemingly realizing that the other person really didn't know, and then patiently explained: "The higher-ups said that this beast tide is coming in fiercely, and even Fatty Orange ended up dead. Now they've decided to evacuate everyone. If you're late, you'll miss the boat!"

"Where are you going?" Yunxi asked, looking in the direction they were heading, even though he already knew the outcome.

"Let's go to the chief. The old chief only had Fatty Orange as his son. Now that Fatty Orange is dead, the chieftainship can only be passed on to Old Man Fang. Then the new chief can lead us to move together!"

"Hey? Right, you're Xixi, right? Fatty Orange's wife." The man looked at Xixi, who was being protected in Yunxi's arms, and shook his head with a sigh: "You, why didn't you take more beast husbands back then? Now Fatty Orange is dead, and you don't have any other beast husbands in the Lynx tribe. In this chaos, who will care about you!"