After the ceremony ended, Wu Yue followed the Snow Tiger Witch down from the sacrificial altar. On both sides of the clearing, wooden tables and chairs were neatly arranged.
The mbers of the Yan Yan Tribe and Scorpion Tribe sitting at the tables stared at food the likes of which they had never seen before. As they slled the enticing aromas, they felt saliva uncontrollably pool in their mouths.
Taking in their expressions, which looked as if they wanted to devour the tables themselves, the Snow Tiger Witch felt a surge of pride. "The ceremony has ended, and the trade et will begin tomorrow. Welco, everyone, to our Snow Tiger Tribe. The food on the tables was all carefully prepared by the females of our tribe. Please, have a taste."
No one paid any mind to what the Snow Tiger Witch said before that, but her final words—"have a taste"—went straight to their hearts.
One of them reached out, grabbed a piece of the delicious food from the stone basin in front of them, and stuffed it into their mouth.
After one bite, their eyes turned red. The next second, they began to fight over the food on the tables.
If anyone was calm, it was the witch from the Yan Yan Tribe. However, her gaze was strange. Her greedy, crimson eyes weren’t fixed on the food, but on Yuan Lang, who was sitting beside Wu Yue.
The female’s scorching gaze was so intense it felt tangible, impossible to ignore.
To say nothing of a Beastman Warrior whose five senses were already exceptionally sharp. Yuan Lang’s handso brows furrowed instantly, and his razor-sharp eyes shot toward the source of the burning gaze.
The next mont, his handso face contorted. The way that Shun Yuan across from him was looking at him was utterly repulsive.
Seeing Yuan Lang’s expression, which looked as if he was being force-fed shit, Wu Yue could only lower her head and focus on eating to suppress the laughter that was about to burst out.
But her trembling shoulders gave her away completely.
The Beastman withdrew his sharp gaze and looked nacingly at the little female beside him, who was trembling with laughter. "Is it that funny?"
Wu Yue’s body stiffened. She suddenly clapped a hand to her throat, her face turning bright red. "Mmmph! Mmmph!"
’Damn, damn, damn! Help! I was laughing so hard I actually choked!’
Yuan Lang’s nacing expression instantly froze. He sighed helplessly, picked up a cup of water, and held it to Wu Yue’s lips. "Drink."
The System watched its host’s ravenous display and wished it could shrink its entire head into its bag.
’Host, you’re the one who taught the tribe’s females how to make all this food! Besides, you jerk, you even ate two pastries to tide yourself over before going up on the altar.’
’And now you’re eating like this? Anyone who didn’t know better would think the Snow Tiger Tribe’s grand feast today was just them putting on a brave front.’
But Wu Yue felt so wronged! That glare Yuan Lang just gave her was terrifying; it was only natural she’d choked by accident!
After finally calming down, Wu Yue took a couple of deep breaths. With her eyes still red, she turned to thank Yuan Lang, but she happened to see the expression on the face of the Yan Yan Tribe’s witch across from them.
A chill ran from the soles of her feet to the tips of her hair, and her heart clenched violently.
That female’s expression a mont ago had been like that of a vicious demon.
Yuan Lang noticed Wu Yue’s stiffness and followed her gaze, only to see the Yan Yan Tribe’s witch smiling gently in their direction.
Yuan Lang frowned in disgust and turned away, refusing to look at her.
Wu Yue composed herself, gave the witch a long, hard look, and then sat up straight.
"Just now, the look that witch gave was terrifying. It was like she was a Hell’s Hungry Ghost."
Yuan Lang’s large hand, holding a piece of roasted at, paused. He looked at her, his eyes deep. "The female who looks like a Shun Yuan?"
Hearing him describe the witch’s appearance the sa way, the chill in Wu Yue’s heart instantly dissipated. "Yeah. That look was terrifying. I’m certain that if it were just the two of us here, she would kill in the most brutal way possible."
Yuan Lang naturally didn’t doubt Wu Yue’s words. So...
His gaze turned cold and nacing as he looked at the Shun Yuan-like female across from them. ’How dare that thing show malice toward Yue!’
Seeing Yuan Lang look at her, the smile on the witch’s face instantly widened. The Beastman Warriors beside her were so imrsed in the Snow Tiger Tribe’s delicacies that they were completely oblivious, unaware that their Lady Witch was currently staring with a burning gaze at the Beastman across from them.
But in the next mont, an extre coldness surfaced in Yuan Lang’s deep eyes. The witch across from him felt her body suddenly stiffen, as if she had been thrown into an impossibly frigid place.
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