Chapter 161: Little Fist Punches Your Chest

Teng Qian and them won't run into any trouble, will they? How come they still haven't returned after such a long time?

Wu Yue felt a bit ill at ease under the beastman's deep gaze, and she spoke up to interrupt his stare.

Yuan Lang snapped out of his thoughts, chuckling lightly: 'We're just going to meet up with the tribesmen; besides, today they're hunting those obedient apes, which they're quite familiar with, so there shouldn't be any...'

Aoo~ aooaoo~ aoo~

As the two were speaking, a roar like that of a jungle‑man ape suddenly came from the edge of the canyon.

Wu Yue tensed: 'Is it an obedient ape?'

Yuan Lang beside her, however, had a faintly darkening face, and his words came out through gritted teeth: 'It's Teng Qian, that idiot.'

Having said that, he ran toward the direction the sound came from.

Wu Yue remained silent: 'Idiot this and that—you all say it so smoothly?'

Has she been leading the beastfolk astray?

The beastman warriors of the Flying Eagle Tribe also came out of the cave: 'What's happening?'

Wu Yue gave an embarrassed laugh: 'Nothing, it's just that one of our tribe's beastman warriors... uh... is training...'

The Flying Eagle Tribe beastman gave her an embarrassed yet polite smile: 'Heh, your training is indeed quite special.'

Wu Yue gave an embarrassed laugh: 'Heh, I feel the same...'

Bullshit!

Before anyone could say anything, a sudden change occurred.

Teng Qian's cheerful howl cut off abruptly, replaced by a string of terrified screams as if he were being forced.

'Boss, save me! Ahhhhh!'

Upon hearing that, Wu Yue instantly turned her head; the sight that met her eyes left her momentarily unsure whether she should worry or feel schadenfreude.

As the saying goes, you meet love around the corner.

Teng Qian, are you interpreting that saying with your life?

Playing with a vine, he can even dive headfirst into the obedient ape's embrace—what divine‑level ape shit is this!

At this moment, the obedient ape's thick arms were hugging the male who had bumped into its embrace, leaving it somewhat stunned by the sudden surprise.

Accompanied by Teng Qian's pig‑killing‑like shout, it finally came to from the great surprise, and with an aooo it tightened its grip on Teng Qian.

Saliva dripped from the corner of its mouth onto Teng Qian's body like water from a broken pipe, and its wet tongue kept licking his despair‑filled handsome face, clearly delighted.

Wuyue:...

So, it seems that if you don't court death, you won't die, right?

Teng Qian's limbs kept struggling, but he could never escape the obedient ape's grasp.

His struggling looked just like a cat whose fate had been choked at the neck.

The Flying Eagle Tribe beastman beside him, seeing this, also put away his gloating expression, and a pair of huge black wings suddenly sprouted from his broad back.

He shot toward the obedient ape like lightning.

At this moment, a squad of beastman warriors also charged out of the forest—none other than the Snow Tiger Tribe members who had gone out hunting today.

Wu Yue let out a sigh of relief at that moment.

Surrounded by the beastfolk, this obedient ape that somehow ended up in the canyon also got a bit serious.

Putting aside its lecherous look, its already ferocious face instantly turned menacing, its huge fist slamming toward its own chest as it roared angrily.

And Teng Qian, whose arms were pinned by the iron fist, only felt his qi and blood surge—damn it, others get only a shy little fist tap on the chest, but here it's become Teng Qian pounding his own chest.

The ape that was being hit didn't feel pain, but the beastman doing the hitting felt like he was about to vomit.

A intense dizziness flooded Teng Qian's senses, and the beastman felt his stomach churn, followed by a familiar 'Ugh~'.