To it, possessing wisdom is not a fortunate thing.
Wise men often need to bear many troubles, especially as a king.
Even as the king of dirty and stupid goblins, it must shoulder the heavy responsibility of clan reproduction.
Once again, the vast primitive grass hut became quiet.
The whole Goblin Tribe had only occasional cries of pain and groans, besides the nauseating sound of teeth grinding and swallowing saliva.
...
Afternoon, a little past two forty.
Zong Shen woke up slowly at Luna's call.
The warm bed made him feel very comfortable, like the warm embrace of a young girl.
Someone once said, leaving the winter bed is like leaving a woman's thighs—requiring profound determination.
Seeing Zong Shen open his eyes, looking empty, with no intention of getting up.
Luna sat obediently by the bedside, gently stroking his face.
During this time, Zong Shen had never shaved his beard.
His cheeks and chin grew dense stubble.
