For him, food has never been about satisfying his appetite; it’s just sothing that gives him the strength to work, nothing more. So whether it’s delicious or not ans nothing to him.
Yun Miao choked and coughed. The clan leader’s daughter ran over to Yun Miao with water in a banana leaf, speaking in a flurry and looking anxious.
In Africa, water resources are extrely precious, and this young girl gave Yun Miao all the water she had for the month, her eyes revealing a hint of shyness.
"Thank you, but I don’t need it," Yun Miao said with a faint smile.
The clan leader’s daughter was nad Mo Sang, and when translated phonetically, it ans "pain". Who would na themselves "pain"? It turns out that when her mother gave birth to her, it was a difficult delivery, and naming customs here follow such traditions.
Mo Sang is a typical African girl—dark-skinned, with thick lips and dreadlocks, shiny eyes, and white teeth. Her smile is simple and clean, but truly sowhat striking.
In Asia, Yun Miao’s skin is considered quite fair, forming a sharp contrast to this girl. Mo Sang always thought the robust Baru was the most handso man she had ever seen, but seeing this man overturned her previous understanding. She had never seen soone like him before, with skin even whiter than teeth and thin, very sensual lips. Compared to Baru, he was quite slender, but he absolutely did not give off an impression of weakness; on the contrary, he seed even more imposing than her clan leader father.
A young heart is infatuated, and it’s beyond her control.
"Drink it, I’ll give it all to you," Mo Sang insisted, fearing he would refuse and kept insisting.
Yun Miao discreetly kept his distance, and Ah Fu grinned, "I’m just thirsty. Big sister, can I have a drink?"
Mo Sang felt a bit disappointed and gave the water to Ah Fu.
"Mo Sang, co here," the clan leader called her.
Mo Sang glanced at Yun Miao and returned to her father’s side.
All of this was observed by a tall black man across from them, who looked at Yun Miao with disdain.
Ah Fu smacked his lips at the water, then quietly leaned toward Yun Miao, "Big brother, you’ve broken her heart. Look how sad Sister Mo Sang is."
Yun Miao knocked him on the head with a knuckle and said, half amused, "At such a young age, do you already understand how to cherish beauty? How about staying here and becoming the clan leader’s son-in-law?"
Ah Fu quickly shrank his head, "But they have to like first."
Yun Miao curled his lips, picking up a blade of grass and slowly wiping his greasy fingers.
At that mont, the tall man across from them stood up, and as he did, a sense of oppression filled the air as if clouds were covering the moon. Ah Fu took a sharp breath; this man was as strong as a giant.
Every step he took seed to make the ground tremble.
He walked up to Yun Miao and pointed at him, "I want to duel with you."
The youth sat calmly, lifted his gaze without hurry, and though facing soone much bigger, there was no trace of tension. In the moonlight, his exquisite face glowed with a jade-like hue, and his dark eyes were as deep and mysterious as the starry sky.
Mo Sang shouted, "Baru, what are you doing?"
Baru glanced at her, pointing at Yun Miao and angrily saying, "You like him, so I want to duel him. If I win, you will know who to choose."
"Such a weak person doesn’t deserve you at all."
"They are guests; I won’t allow you to do this," Mo Sang intervened, standing in front of Yun Miao.
"Are you going to hide behind a woman?" Baru mocked.
Dylan furrowed his brows, glanced at Yun Miao, and was about to get up to diate, but Yun Miao suddenly smiled and asked, "What if you lose?"
Speaking in fluent local tribal language, Dylan looked at him in surprise—he learned so quickly? How is his brain wired?
Baru said proudly, "I won’t lose."
"That’s not necessarily the case," the youth replied with a faint smile.
Baru gritted his teeth, "If I lose, I’ll let you decide my fate, but if you lose, you’ll have to leave here obediently."
"Alright, rember your words; the clan leader will be the witness." With that, he cupped his hands towards the clan leader.
The clan leader said sternly, "Baru, stop ssing around."
Baru snorted coldly, ignoring everyone.
Seeing this, the clan leader helplessly said, "Baru is being reckless; please don’t take offense."
Yun Miao slowly stood up, "I haven’t stretched my limbs in a long ti. Just right, let see if my skills have deteriorated."
When he stood up, it was as if the surrounding wind slowed down, then suddenly beca fierce and sharp, like wind blades cutting into the skin inch by inch.
He walked step by step to stand in front of Baru, compared to whom he was half a head shorter. He looked so small, like the difference between a lion and a lone wolf, but the wolf had the sharpest eyes and the sharpest fangs, all hidden within those calm eyes.
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