Chapter 162: No mistake, it

As the vomiting sound rang out, an extremely sour and refreshing smell instantly spread around.

The Beastfolk who were about to rush forward and the Obedient Monkey holding Teng Qian all froze at once...

Afterward, the Beastfolk hastily retreated on their hind legs, while Teng Qian, who had just been in utter despair, felt his body as if violently flung away, then his face hit the ground with a slap...

He landed perfectly in a standard butt‑back, flat‑sand‑falling‑goose pose.

What surprised the Beastfolk was that the Obedient Monkey, which moments ago had been howling ferociously, eager to fight them to the death, now left only a miserable silhouette as it vanished into the canyon forest.

Only the occasional retching "ou" sounds let everyone understand why the Obedient Monkey had left.

Then, covering their noses with a meaningful look, they gazed at Teng Qian, who still had his buttocks raised.

What the hell kind of food is this?

What a smell!

Even the Obedient Monkey, who always likes to fight head‑on, was driven away by the stench!

Meanwhile, far away, Wu Yue's heart, which had been tightly clenched, quietly relaxed.

Indeed, the most terrifying thing in this world is still chemical weapons...

Poisonous gas and such will surely leave that young Obedient Monkey with deep psychological trauma.

"Yuan Lang, since your tribe's Beastfolk have nothing going on, we'll head back first."

The few Beastfolk of the Flying Eagle Tribe, having spoken, flew straight toward the cave with flapping wings, though their previously steady posture now seemed a bit wavering.

Yuan Lang turned solemnly to look at Teng Kun not far away and said, "Take your older brother to the river to wash up."

Having said that, he turned and walked off, but after just a few steps he turned back and said, "Go downstream…"

Having said that, he vanished with a swoosh…

Teng Kun sighed, "As the saying goes, a dog doesn't mind…" bah!

"A younger brother doesn't mind an older brother's odor—I'll just show some brotherly love and warm up my older brother."

"Older brother, where's Gaha? Wake up—it's morning!"

After trying several ways to call him, the Beastfolk with its buttocks raised still didn't budge.

Teng Kun threw away the wooden stick in his hand, his face suddenly turning grim, and he quickened his steps toward them.

Could something have happened?

It's all his fault—the older brother was just grabbed by that Obedient Monkey; maybe he's injured somewhere.

Heh~ huh~ heh~ huh~

A familiar voice sounded from the edge of the forest...

Teng Kun: "…"

I fucking… I… damn!

Your little brother's worried you're hurt here, and you just threw up and went to sleep?

Did you rinse your mouth?

Looking at his older brother's high‑raised buttocks, Teng Kun suddenly felt a mischievous urge rise in his heart.

He sidled up lewdly and lifted his foot to kick.

Hmm…

It's still quite elastic—looks like he's been training regularly.

"Teng! Kun!"

A voice through gritted teeth suddenly rang out, and Teng Kun, who had just been smiling, instantly stiffened.

He seemed to hear a stiff "gah‑gah" from his own neck, then let out a yelp and turned to flee.

Teng Qian covered his buttocks and chased after him from behind.

Wu Yue, who had been watching the whole scene, nodded silently: "Indeed, from this you can tell these two are definitely blood‑related."

After the two tigers finished chasing each other in a loop and returned, Teng Qian once again rubbed up against Wu Yue to beg for herbs.

But the moment he opened his mouth, that sour‑refreshing smell blasted into his face again...

Wu Yue's mouth twitched as she stepped back several steps, looking at him with disgust: "Damn it, Teng Qian, you bastard ate garlic… huh?"