Chapter 155: My purpose is you

The spot where I had been lying was already replaced by a piece of snow-white soft fur, which still carried the beastfolk's clean scent.

Wu Yue looked at Yuan Lang, somewhat bewildered: "Do you beastfolk now go out wearing beast skins as a trend?"

Suddenly I felt my life was rather crude.

Yuan Lang chuckled lightly: "Only special beastfolk wear them."

Wu Yue's hand, which had been gnawing on a fruit, paused, and she looked at him doubtfully: "Special beastfolk?"

Yuan Lang nodded: "Mm."

A beastfolk like him, with a special purpose.

Wearing beast fur must have a reason; my purpose is you.

Meanwhile, Teng Qian, who had returned outside the cave after eating meat, was about to boost the future shaman's favor before sleep, but he noticed the beast fur under Wu Yue's feet was oddly familiar.

But at this moment, the soft, clean fur wrapping the slight female's body looked, to him, countless times better than his own snow-white beast fur.

Damn, who is this shameless bastard, actually trying to snuff out even my last shred of will to live?

He turned to look at his little companions behind him: which shameless one threw his own beast fur to the little female as a foot pad?

"Teng Qian, come out for patrol."

But before he could speak, the voice of his boss came from outside the cave.

He could only give Wu Yue, who had already closed her eyes and entered dreamland, another pitiful look, then trudged out listlessly.

Meanwhile, outside the cave, a tall, handsome beastfolk stood with his hands behind his back; moonlight filtered through the leaves, leaving only scattered specks of light.

Yuan Lang turned his head, a smirk of ill intent curling his lips, and he put an arm around his shoulders: "Come here, I have something to talk to you about."

Thinking it was something important his boss wanted to entrust to him, Teng Qian nodded solemnly and followed.

A moment later...

Somewhat disillusioned, a certain beastfolk then followed behind Yuan Lang and walked out.

The beastfolk on patrol saw them and sighed in relief: "You two rascals, did you run too far while slacking off?"

Yuan Lang replied without changing expression: "If we're nearby, it'd be bad if the obedient apes found us."

A few beastfolk heard this, startled, then thought of the male's nightmare, the obedient apes, and nodded firmly: "That's right, we'll also keep our distance."

But Teng Qian, behind him, gave his general a meaningful look: "Boss, I finally understand why you didn't like the princess back then."

Yuan Lang turned, raising his ink-black brows slightly: "Oh? Why?"

Teng Qian gave a lecherous wink and smirked: "Because you, boss, like bestiality... awoo!"

Thus, on this dark, windy night, besides Lin Feng and the insect chirps...

Wave after wave of mournful, suppressed howls woke the beastfolk in the cave.

Familiar sounds and familiar pleas for mercy...

In the pitch-black cave, the beastfolk's lustrous green eyes all shot out gleams of gossip.

"It sounds like Teng Qian, that bastard."

"Hearing that sound, he must have been rubbed."

"The rubbing force is pretty strong."

"Such a long night, no mind for sleep—why not go watch the excitement together?"

Thus, in the originally crowded cave, in an instant only two beastfolk remained, staring at each other while protecting Wu Yue, and... the protected one herself.

"Holy shit, how did Teng Qian provoke Yuan Lang?"

The beastfolk hid behind a big tree, huddled together, quietly watching the massive tiger-abuse scene, their chatter flying as they discussed.

Tengkun, likewise hiding with the other beasts behind a tree, shook his head at his general's fierce appearance.

"Older brother, you idiot, you must have done something that really pissed off the boss."

He silently shrank his head; at such a critical moment, while watching the excitement, one must definitely protect oneself.

Beast life is not easy; cherish it as you go.