After turning the cute attack into a Tyrannosaurus

Courage and loyalty like Mao Mao's is very commendable when the force value is sufficient, but He Anyao just heard the brat on the opposite side say that she is a black witch.

He Anyao has only heard of the black witch in legends.There is no distinction between black and white wizards. This name was given by the common people living on this continent, and it became a custom over time.

Obviously, there is no balance between good and evil, and so is black and white.

To use an inappropriate analogy, the struggle between the White Witch and the Black Witch is similar in nature to that between the Survival Guerrilla and the Family Planning Office (you really are not afraid of being locked up...)——

The White Witch advocates putting people first, protecting stable civilians, and developing harmoniously; the Black Witch advocates survival of the fittest, killing and enslaving civilians, and using force to share all the resources of this continent.

If this is in modern times, black witches will definitely be eliminated by natural development, and a harmonious society will be built together.

But this continent is obviously still in a semi-civilized period, farming and breeding have not yet started, and the sustainable growth of resources is very limited. There is a certain necessity for primitive predators like black witches to exist. The witches would have starved to death long ago.

As a modern person, it is normal for He Anyao to have the above-mentioned fair and unbiased overall view, but if she dares to talk about "the existence value of black witches" with other white witches, then she must be doomed.

In order to build up the hostility of the rookie white witches towards this group of black and evil forces, the old white witches in the clan tell a few stories about black witches burning, killing and looting civilians almost every day.

This kind of education method is actually inappropriate. For example, if you tell Wu Song that there is a tiger in the back mountain that can eat people, Wu Song might get drunk one day, roll up his sleeves and go find the tiger to fight.

But if you tell Wu Dalang that, he will definitely clean up the pancake stall and take Jinlian to move to a place with better security in the city center, and then his wife will meet the rich second generation in the city. Doesn't solve the problem (what the hell).

He Anyao belongs to the latter who doesn't like to make troubles. It's all because of force value, and she doesn't want to lose face. As long as she has a summoned beast that she can handle, she will make up her mind for this fight today. There is only one fur.

How can Fatty Mao compare with other people's summoned beasts?Who can squeeze out the most layers of chin?People definitely don't like it, and other sports are not Fatty Mao's strong point.

So, the moment he saw the brat standing across from him pull out his wand from his back, He Anyao immediately raised his arms, clasped his hands together and placed them on the tip of his nose, bent his back and shouted: "We surrender! The civet cat is yours!"

After chanting this sentence of humiliating power and humiliating the country, He Anyao watched Maomao's brown hairs sagging down one by one...

Maomao turned his head and looked up at her in a daze, his round black eyes were full of careful grievances—its owner looked down on it.

He Anyao couldn't bear to meet Maomao's eyes, and went forward to open the cage in the trap without saying a word. Before the civet cat jumped back into the bear child's arms, it left three streaks of blood on the back of He Anyao's hand with one paw. mouth.

"Hiss..." He Anyao was caught off guard and withdrew her hand, grinning her teeth and covering the back of her hand. Mao Mao behind her turned around and looked at the sound, and immediately let out a sharp roar, and rushed towards the owner of the civet cat like an arrow full of bows.

There was a muffled thud in her ear, and He Anyao turned her head, and saw Mao Mao was hit flying by the man's stick, fell heavily in the grass and rolled back and forth for a few times before stopping, even the dirt was smashed and dragged out a deep depression, Mao Mao It didn't move for a while, and spread out on the ground without any reaction.

"Fuck you!" He Anyao's eyes were about to burst, she jumped up, picked up her magic wand and swung it over with a roar.

Before she could see what the man was doing, she felt a sudden gust of wind. He Anyao staggered and fell into the trap she dug. When she stood up with her cane, the black man was gone. The figure of a witch.

He Anyao panted heavily, ignoring the pain all over her body, and crawled up the muddy ground beside the pit, "Maomao! Maomao!"

She rushed to Mao Mao's side, stretched out her hand tremblingly, turned it over, poked its fleshy cheek, Mao Mao opened her eyes in an instant, jumped up, and stood in front of He Anyao with a vigilant face , and set up an attacking stance again—it seemed to be fine, but he fell into a daze.

"That person has already left..." He Anyao smiled wryly and patted the back of Mao Mao's head.

Maomao turned around in surprise, "I just fell asleep suddenly! Did the master beat that guy away?"

That guy didn't bother to compete with the five dregs of Zhan, so he left by himself, but He Anyao looked at Maomao's small expectant eyes, blushed, forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and lied and said: "Yes, the master just sent them away." It was a terrible fight."

Mao Mao believed it stupidly, with an excited face, suddenly thought of something, his eyes fell on the back of He Anyao's injured hand, and immediately tried to chase him, but He Anyao held him back, "Okay, okay, I have already taught them a lesson It's bad enough, let's go home."

Mao Mao turned around dejectedly, without speaking, her head drooping on her stomach.

He Anyao pulled the fat man's paw like coaxing a child in the kindergarten class, "Don't be sad, the master just avenged you!"

Fatty Mao's tiger body shook, as if he had been stimulated even more, his head almost fell to the ground.

He Anyao reached out to hold Mao Mao's fat face, and was about to speak, only to find that the brown hair was wet under those small black eyes—it was crying.

"What's wrong!" He Anyao hurriedly reached out to wipe its tears, didn't it mean that the D-level summoned beast has no self-awareness!What is going on with this emotion!

Mao Mao wiped away her tears with her meaty paws, and whispered, "I'm really useless."

"Who said that? That bastard was jealous that I had an A-level orc like you, so he ran away after weighing up and down. If you hadn't bluffed them first, I wouldn't have been able to take the opportunity to beat them up."

Mao Mao still lowered her head and shed tears. He Anyao coaxed her for a while, but it was of no avail. After thinking about it, she said, "Don't cry, good boy Mao Mao. It will be dark soon, and the family will have dinner, let's..."

Fatty Mao didn't cry when he heard the meal was served, and immediately got up and went back with He Anyao.

Mao Mao turned grief and indignation into appetite, and since then he has let go and ate it (it seems that his food intake was very modest in the past), but now his appetite is so large that he can eat two He Anyaos in one lunch without just pickles Seeing that the beer belly is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, it is difficult for He Anyao to figure out how the orc's digestive system works.

"Maomao, it's not good for you to overeat like this." In fact, the main reason is that if it keeps eating like this, He Anyao will have to go to the street to beg.

The salary that the Baiwu tribe distributes uniformly every quarter is only enough for an ordinary person's food and clothing, and it is probably enough for Mao Mao to live for two weeks if he lives in a life where cabbage is only steamed buns.

Adult white witches have to earn bounties by accepting tasks by themselves, so that they can become CEO (beat up and pretend to be a criminal) to support Bai Fumei (senior orc) and reach the pinnacle of life (help senior Bai Fumei unbutton).

And He Anyao hasn't accepted the task for more than three months now, she has been living on her laurels all the time, thanks to Mao Mao's previous master who was up to the task, the savings she saved are at least enough for Mao Mao to live on for half a year.

The problem is that God didn't give her a chance to continue eating and waiting to die. After another three months, if He Anyao still has no fighting power, let alone playing "games played when the wife is not at home" with the high-level orcs, she will have to bring a The fat hamster slapped his ass and got out, disarmed and returned to the fields to become a farmer.

Oh no, returning to the field is out of the question. It is only popular for hunting here, not for arable land. Even if she makes a fortune by enclosing a plot of land by herself, a fat bald man can trip her to death with a giant stumbling block, and two acres of land may not be enough to fit between the teeth .

"It won't hurt you." Fatty Mao chewed the chicken leg, his cheeks puffed up, and he turned his head and explained to He Anyao: "When I accumulate enough energy, I will be able to trigger the second-stage mutation, and then no one will be able to bully you It's gone." It was very serious when it said this.

Yep, Fatty Mao is still dreaming of a level A summoned beast.

"Listen to me..." He Anyao stopped Mao Mao and stretched out the claws of the other chicken leg, and taught earnestly: "Energy is not obtained by eating. Eating can only accumulate calories, which will eventually be converted into fat. To improve your ability We still have to train hard.”

Maomao was stunned, blinked her small round eyes at He Anyao, then turned her head to look at the chicken leg, hesitating between the owner and the chicken leg, it is not a summoner, as a summoned beast without a second-stage illusion, training is important for it No point, running around the earth twice a day doesn't work, it just makes it hungrier.

Mao Pang lowered his head deeply: "I just want to become stronger quickly..." Then he raised his head and looked at He Anyao stupidly, "I want to protect...protect..." It was already embarrassed to call its master, it felt that it was really A useless summoned beast, will the master terminate the contract with it?

He Anyao saw Mao Pang's worry, reached out and pinched its face, "Even if you never become stronger, I won't let you go."

Mao Mao tilted her chubby head: "Why?" It had never seen a summoner who was willing to take in trash.

He Anyao smiled, squinted her eyes and nodded Mao Mao's little nose: "Because you are my pet, I will be responsible for you after raising you."

Mao Mao rolled his dark eyes: "What is a pet?"

"That's right, my closest friend."

It was quiet, and the orange light shone into Mao Mao's translucent eyes, as if a layer of faint water vapor was engulfing it. Its owner said that it was her closest friend.

Maomao turned around and jumped to the ground, and under He Anyao's bewildered gaze, he ran out of the room, wiped away the tears from his eyes with his fleshy paws, and didn't want to cry in front of his master, he is a strong fat man!

On this continent, orcs have always been livestock. Even if an A-level summoned beast loses its power, it will be abandoned by its master without hesitation. However, its master told it that it can stay with her without becoming stronger. By her side, because it is her closest friend.

Maomao ran away for a long time and didn't come back. It was getting dark outside, and He Anyao was a little anxious. Just as she put on her cloak and picked up her magic wand, she was about to go out to look for it, when she saw a dark figure who knew her way in from the balcony window, "Master!"

Seeing that it was Maomao who came back, He Anyao slowly put down her wand, "Where did you go to play so late?"

"Owner!"

Maomao walked into the window sill, and just now the dark night covered its excited expression, at this moment He Anyao looked at it curiously, "What's wrong? So happy, sister Shan fed you cheese again? I told you not to eat food fed by others... ..."

"No! Master!" Maomao nimbly jumped in front of He Anyao, very excited: "Thea is back!"

"Thea? Who is Thea?"

"It's your B-rank orc!"

He Anyao's mind went blank for three seconds, and then she exclaimed, "I didn't summon it!"

"It said that it hasn't been summoned by you for a long time, so I just touched it to see if you are in any trouble!"

He Anyao was surprised: "Didn't it mean that the Advanced Beastman Continent is not on the same board as us?"

"Yes, it came here by boat, and it floated for two and a half months before it landed."

"...where is it?"

"Just waiting for you outside the tower to let the guards pass!"

He Anyao rushed to the door with a roar, ran to the guard's office and demanded to open the city gate, and then heard the long creaking sound of the city gate being lowered slowly, her heart was beating wildly like a drum - B-class orc!A B-rank orc that belongs to her!

On the other side of the moat, He Anyao saw from afar a head of long hair fluttering in the night wind. The man in ragged clothes was tall and tall. You could see the stains and holes on the fabric under the moonlight, but he didn't look downcast at all. There is a heroic coolness.

"Owner."

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