Awakening divorce, the little female is scrambled by all the big guys

Chapter 9 We should give her a brother or sister

In the dim stone house, the pretty little female raised her head and looked seriously at the tall male beside her.

She opened her lips slightly, "Brother, can I not tell you?"

Laxus sighed when he saw his sister's serious expression. "If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. But you have to promise me not to put yourself in danger and not to worry me, my father, and my mother, okay?"

Ophelia nodded, "Don't worry, brother. I'll be fine."

"Here are 50 kilograms of rice. Take it back to the Golden Dragon Clan. Leave half to the mother and let the father distribute the other half to the females who are pregnant or in the confinement period." The females of the Dragon Clan have strong fertility. Most of them give birth to one litter of cubs a year, and very few can give birth to two babies a year, so they are particularly in need of rice.

Only when the number of tribesmen grows can the tribe prosper.

She remembered that in this year of her previous life, there was a heavy rainstorm in the rainy season shortly afterwards, and all the rice planted by the goat tribe was flooded, and no grain was harvested.

Immediately afterwards, there was a severe snowstorm in the winter. None of the orcs born in the winter survived, and even many young females in some tribes were frozen to death, almost leading to the extinction of the tribe.

So now she has to subtly let her brother and father know that she can provide a lot of rice, so that when winter comes, she will not be suspected when she provides a large amount of food.

"There are ten pregnant females in the tribe, and they are in urgent need of some rice." Laxus saw that his sister could take out fifty kilograms of rice in one go, so he knew that she must have more, so he didn't hesitate.

After Laxus left, Taylor came in with the grilled meat and rice porridge.

"Princess, please eat." Taylor placed the food on the stone table and stood beside it.

"Taylor, don't call me princess anymore. Call me by my name, Ophelia."

Taylor shook his head nervously, "I'm not worthy of calling you by your princess's name."

"This princess allows you to call me that, and no one else has the right to say anything."

"Just scream now and let me hear it."

Taylor's tongue was on his lips, his brown eyes sparkling like fireworks. "Ophelia."

These four simple words evoked Ophelia's memories of her past life.

In her previous life, Taylor was strangled to death by Loki in order to save herself who was imprisoned. Before she died, she saw Taylor's lips and teeth moving slightly. Although he did not make a sound, she knew that he was calling for Ophelia.

This was the first and last time she heard him call her name in her previous life. Even before he died, he didn't dare to call it out loud.

He loves her in a silent way!
With her eyes burning, Ophelia wrapped her arms around the man's muscular waist and buried her head in his arms.

"Sir, Ophelia."

"Let me hold you, Taylor."

She wanted to hug the man who risked his life for her in her previous life, and she also wanted to hug him who still silently guarded her in this life.

Feeling the sadness of the little female in his arms, Taylor finally took the courage to hug her once.

The little female's body was so soft, warm, and the fragrance made his blood boil.

Ophelia felt the tendency to look up, and she burst into laughter, "Little thing, you are quite energetic."

The air of sadness was swept away.

"I'll go hunting in the forest with you tomorrow."

"You will protect me, right?" Facing the expectant gaze of the little female, the male could not say no, nor did he want to disappoint her.

On the other side, the patriarch's stone house.

A crisp slap was heard and the air in the room froze.

Loki covered his face, unable to believe it. "Father, why did you hit me?" "I hit you, you idiot. You didn't want a good Golden Dragon Princess, but a worthless Fox Clan female. You and your mother have no vision."

"Father, I don't like Ophelia. If you hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have teamed up with her. You knew that Michelle and I were truly in love, but you wanted to separate us." Loki's eyes were filled with hatred when he mentioned this.

He hated his father and also hated the tribesmen who laughed at him for relying on his female virility to get to the top.

His abilities and intelligence were weakened after he became friends with Ophelia, as if everything he had now was obtained thanks to the little female.

It was obvious that he also worked hard hunting every day, and every time he led the team out hunting, he was the most active and the one who rushed to the front, but his efforts were overshadowed by the glittering title of Ophelia, the Golden Dragon Princess.

Ophelia, the Golden Dragon Princess, weighed on him like a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe and unable to raise his head. Only when facing Michelle did he feel like a real masculine man.

"Do you know how much rice Laxus took with him when he left?"

"A whole basket, at least 50 kilograms of rice."

"What? Where did she get so much rice?" Loki was surprised.

"Anyway, it's definitely not given by the Golden Dragon Clan, and I suspect she has more than this." Solo narrowed his eyes slightly, and a calculation flashed in his eyes.

"You go to her place today and find out where she hid the remaining rice, no matter what method you use. It would be best if she handed over all the rice."

His father asked him to seduce her.

Loki felt only shame in his heart, but he was also tempted by so much rice.

Seeing that Loki was still resistant, Solo said coldly, "If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of people who are willing."

"Don't forget that you are my only son."

Most of the male cubs born in a litter look similar. If Ophelia had not fallen in love with Loki first and tricked him into signing a sole mate contract, he would not have placed all his hopes on this one male cub.

Loki's heart sank, and he gritted his teeth, "Yes, father, I understand."

The moon was high in the sky, and a man with silver-gray hair was dragging his heavy steps, his emerald green eyes filled with resentment and humiliation.

Ophelia was about to fall asleep in the stone house when she suddenly heard the door open.

She took out a sharp bone knife from under her pillow and saw the tall figure walking in from outside through the moonlight.

"Who?"

Loki's gloomy voice sounded, "It's me."

Ophelia's beautiful eyebrows knitted slightly in the dark night. "What are you doing here? Get out."

Loki lit the firewood in the stone house, and in the flickering orange light, he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

He softened his voice, a rare moment. "I know I've neglected you these days. I'll stay with you tonight. Let's put those unpleasant things behind us and live a good life from now on."

When she saw his hand reaching out to her, Ophelia sat up nimbly.

"Are you sick? What nonsense are you talking about here? Who wants to live a good life with you? I say it again, I want to end our partnership."

Being mentioned about dissolving the partnership again and again, Loki felt depressed. He said sternly, "Ophelia, I will not dissolve the partnership with you."

After saying that, he reached out to pull the little female again, "Amy is old enough, we should give her a brother or sister."

His emerald green eyes glowed green in the dim night, and his whole body felt warm as he looked at the beautiful face in front of him.

　Because this is the beast world, I try to use bags to measure rice in front of beastmen. If the quantity is too large, I use kilograms. It doesn't affect the text.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)