Having his secret fear of insects exposed to the little female made Yuan Lang feel as if he’d been caught streaking naked through the tribe.
And when he thought of the two Worm Witches who had caused all this, he ground his teeth in frustration.
’Those damn bastards from the Red Fla Plain, isn’t playing with mud good enough for them?’
’Why do they all have to play with insects?!’
Following the direction pointed out by the System, the Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warriors accompanying Yuan Lang sped through the forest. They moved like lightning, as this was their ho territory.
The System’s four little paws dangled in the air. The rushing wind flattened his round, furry head until it looked like a pancake.
His perfectly round eyes were squeezed shut, and the chubby flesh of his cheeks trembled nonstop.
His chubby little paws struggled to grab onto the Beast Skin Skirt at the Beastman’s waist, desperate to find a place to hide his little, puffy face.
’But he couldn’t tell if his face was too big or if Yuan Lang’s Beast Skin Skirt was just too perfectly fitted, because there wasn’t a single gap to be found.’
Glancing at the Beastman’s firm, powerful rear, the System pouted sourly. ’It must be Yuan Lang’s butt. It’s too big.’
’People always say won with big hips are good for childbearing, so what’s a man doing with such a perky butt?’
Thinking of its own short, stumpy build, the System—a cute-looking being with the heart of a macho man—shed a few sorrowful crocodile tears.
"How much farther?"
Yuan Lang’s white hair stread behind him in the wind, the strands smooth and elegant. But...
’This guy’s personality is the complete opposite of his soft hair.’
Thinking of his own hide, the System’s chubby cheeks trembled as he let out a yelp and pointed toward a hillside up ahead.
The cry was faint and broken, but the Beastman Warriors, with their exceptional hearing, still caught every last fragnt of the sound.
Yuan Lang’s dark eyes glanced toward the hill, the corner of his mouth twisting into a sharp line. "Just behind that hill up ahead."
When the surrounding Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warriors heard this, they felt anger surge within them.
They had guessed the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch wouldn’t be far from the Snow Tiger Tribe’s encampnt if she planned to release her Poisonous Insects, but they never imagined she would be hiding this close.
The faces of the Beastn turned as dark and gloomy as the sky before a storm.
Without a word from Yuan Lang, every one of them pushed themselves harder, accelerating.
The Beastn crested the hill. Spread out before them was not just a vast expanse of forest, but also the distant figures of the Yan Yan Tribe Beastman Warriors, who were still fleeing for their lives.
The warriors stared at the group from the Yan Yan Tribe as if they were prey about to be torn apart by their claws.
As for the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch, who was usually surrounded by her own Beastman Warriors, she was now being carried limply on one of their backs, her body flopping about as he ran.
"Boss, it’s really them! We must’ve injured that so-called witch when we killed her Poisonous Insects."
Seeing the witch looking like a dead dog, Teng Qian felt a wave of relief wash over him, as refreshing as stepping into an ice cellar on the hottest day of sumr.
Yuan Lang sneered. "She deserves it."
With that, he glanced at the dense cluster of tiny wounds on his arm, left behind by the giant Poisonous Insect.
’And my little secret...’
The image of the little female’s teasing smile as he left flashed through his mind.
Yuan Lang’s face instantly darkened. His gaze fell upon the distant Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch, who was being jostled about on the fleeing Beastman’s back, and his eyes filled with a sinister cold.
His voice was casual, but it dripped with icy intent. "Just make sure you don’t kill her."
The other Beastn’s eyes lit up. They snickered and cracked their knuckles. "Promise we won’t kill her."
’Of course. This wasn’t their first trade et. Killing another participant? That would be so unprofessional.’
anwhile, the fleeing Beastn of the Yan Yan Tribe looked at their unconscious Lady Witch and felt an indescribable bitterness in their hearts.
’Good grief, are we not strong or handso enough?’
’Ever since that white-haired freak from the Snow Tiger Tribe showed up, the Lady Witch hasn’t given us a second glance.’
’It’s heartbreaking, really. And now she’s gone and exhausted all her witch power on those Poisonous Insects just to get her hands on him.’
’The more they thought about it, the more bitter they felt. Their hearts grew cold, and soon, their bodies began to feel a chill as well.’
"How can this Polar Forest even compare to our Red Fla Plain? It’s the hot season, but there’s a damn chill in the air."
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