I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

rustle--

Su Tang looked back and saw nothing unusual behind him except the yellow-green branches of the dense forest.

After staring for a while, a black insect jumped out from the bushes, and then a big hand pulled it away in the blink of an eye.

In just a breath of time, he disappeared.

If Su Tang had not seen many such situations along the way, he would have thought that everything he had just seen was an illusion caused by not sleeping well last night.

Retracting his gaze, Su Tang poked Erlan's chest with his fingertips: "Why are they still following us?"

Can the old man just keep on trying?

Want them to be your long-term meal ticket?

Erlan was still looking ahead and did not turn around to look because of Su Tang's words, because within his perception range, the old man from last night was always following them.

The old man's strength was far superior to his, and if Erlan didn't want to be discovered by him, he wouldn't be able to detect it.

But since he had followed them all the way and had no ill intentions towards them, Erlan was a little unsure of his intentions.

"I observed carefully last night. He has not eaten meat for at least thirty days."

Su Tang was shocked. Not eating meat for a long time would greatly reduce the orcs' strength. That kind of hunger could not be satisfied by eating fruits.

Rather than eating unpurified food, you will allow your body functions to deteriorate and become unable to recover.

Enduring hunger like this can indeed preserve one's strength to a certain extent.

But how much perseverance does it take to endure for more than thirty days?

"You mean, even after his strength is reduced, he is still far stronger than you? Then how strong would he be at his peak? Eight stars? Nine stars?"

Su Tang didn't dare to think too much about the realm of Beast King. There were millions of foreign people, but only dozens of Beast Kings.

She just walked around a few times. Could it be possible that she could encounter the Beast King of the Filthy Blood Race, which is rarer than the foreign races?

How is this possible?

Even the biggest pie won’t fall like this!

Erlan lowered his voice and said, "The minimum is nine stars."

Su Tang felt a surge of "fuck" in his heart. How could such a bad old man be so powerful?

She still felt bad about last night's prank. Who would have a good impression of the other person after being teased like that?

In that situation, Erlan was really determined to risk his life. If the old man had spoken a little later, they would have all started fighting.

"Since he has no ill intentions, let him follow me. Besides, I can't get rid of him with my strength."

After Erlan said this, Su Tang let out a sigh of relief.

You can't beat him, and you can't get rid of him.

Even if such a master with unknown origin and strange temperament was placed in front of her, she would not dare to use him!

"Didn't I wish for an army of 100,000 yesterday? How many tens of thousands do you think it is worth?" Su Tang twitched his lips and glanced behind him.

When Erlan thought about the outrageous wish Su Tang made last night, which actually attracted an outrageous old man, he looked distressed and his handsome eyebrows slightly frowned.

"I don't know how many tens of thousands it's worth, but it's more than enough to hold off a thousand people."

Su Tang sighed and said nothing more.

Soon it was noon.

Saute until fragrant, add water, then spices and cover with lid.

High-end ingredients can be cooked into an enticing aroma with just simple cooking techniques.

Not far away, there was a rustling sound coming from a bush.

The food cooked by Erlan was obviously not enough for two people, and Su Tang understood what he was thinking.

She turned her head and shouted into the distance, "Are you still hiding? That little guy above your head has popped out again!"

This is of course a lie, but some people with guilty consciences will believe it!

"Nonsense! I was clearly holding him down, how could he possibly jump out?!"

The old man stuck his head out with a dead leaf on his head, and saw Su Tang looking at him with a teasing expression. Knowing that he had been exposed, he did not shamelessly hide.

Instead, he walked up to them with confidence and found a place to sit down in a familiar manner.

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Look, the meal is almost ready, so I, an old man, will reluctantly share some of the food with you. It would be a shame to waste so much food!"

He rubbed his hands. His face was much clearer in the sunlight than at night. He had bronze skin, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were more obvious when he smiled. His beard covered most of his face.

However, judging from his facial features, if he shaved his beard and groomed himself neatly, he should be an energetic old man.

The broth was ready. Erlan sprinkled some coarse salt on it, tasted it for saltiness, took a bowl and scooped a spoonful of broth, then put a small piece of meat in it, mashed it with a spoon, and put it on the ground.

As soon as he sat down, the old man threw the little guy in his arms to the ground. He didn't act like he was raising a child at all, he was just raising a ball.

The little fellow didn't make any noise when thrown on the ground. He turned over, revealing his soft armored belly, and used his limbs to play with a red fruit.

It's both funny and pitiful.

Su Tang pointed at the little guy on the ground, then pointed at the bowl next to him, "That's it? Don't you want to feed him?"

The old man had already picked up the bowl and started eating. He said incoherently, "What are you feeding? It's not like he doesn't have a mouth. If he doesn't know how to eat the food even when it's right in front of him, then he deserves to starve to death."

Su Tang's face was full of question marks. Isn't this how children are raised in the tribe?

Are you sure it's okay to raise it this way?

Erlan handed her the bowl, looking as if he had a heart of stone: "Don't worry about him, he will eat by himself."

Huh? Su Tang was also dumbfounded. Why did Erlan say that?

After a while, the little guy lying on his back probably smelled a different fragrance, turned over and moved closer to the bowl.

He first sniffed it, then licked it with his tongue, and then his eyes lit up, he buried his head in it, and began to eat it in big mouthfuls.

No matter how you look at it, this looks like raising pigs!

Su Tang, who was drinking soup from the bowl, couldn't hold it back and spit it out.

Sitting opposite her was the sloppy old man, but in an instant he hid aside with the bowl in his arms.

"Ouch, it almost sprayed into my bowl. It's shameful to waste food!"

He drank the soup and took a few bites of meat. One side of his face bulged.

Erlan pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the corner of her mouth. "Are you okay?"

Su Tang widened his eyes, looked at Erlan, and then looked at the little guy gnawing on the ground.

"You? Me? Are you sure he's really okay like this?"

The old man smacked his lips and kicked the little guy who was eating away. The little guy rolled a few times, then crawled back to the bowl and buried his face in it.

"Look, what's the problem? Isn't he eating well?" The old man looked indifferent.

“That’s the problem!”

Su Tang was completely speechless. Is it really okay to raise a child like this?

Are you sure this isn't pig farming?

Seeing that Su Tang was still in disbelief, the old man patted his chest and said, "Oh, don't worry! This kid is very healthy and has no problems. Trust me!"

Seeing the old man's confident look, Su Tang was even less convinced.

You look even more unreliable!