Chapter 166: Return to the Snow Tiger Tribe

He said lightly: "Washed."

Yuan Lang chuckled: "You haven't even seen your own looks?"

Wuyue:...

Damn it! So this means I should go look in a mirror first, right?

You're making fun of me for being ugly, aren't you?

Instantly putting on a puppy-dog face: "Maybe I flew too high and had a hallucination."

Heh, this kind of scheming, sharp-tongued mutt—she wouldn't want him even if he paid her.

He snorted coldly, turned away, leaving Yuan Lang with a somewhat messy back of the head.

Yuan Lang chuckled, leaning toward Wu Yue: "But you got one thing right."

He chuckled, his sharply defined handsome face rubbing affectionately against Wu Yue's still somewhat thin cheek, his voice growing lower, more magnetic, with a hint of temptation: "I have designs on you... and quite a lot."

Wu Yue felt all her hair stand up the instant the beastfolk brushed against her—holy crap!

That dog of a man is actually hitting on me!

Face-to-face? Wu Yue didn't know what came over her, suddenly asking: "Aren't you annoyed?"

To be honest, she somewhat understood what Yuan Lang had just said; although she had cleaned up a bit, this body remained as scrawny as ever.

After all, you can't gain flesh in just a day or two.

Heh!

Yuan Lang chuckled aloud, his distinct-knuckled large hand lightly stroking her messy hair: "You're still quite self-aware; indeed, you're a bit annoyed."

Wu Yue snorted coldly: "You're taking advantage of me and I haven't settled the score yet, yet you're complaining about the feel... no, the feel of my face!"

"You two had better shut up, or I can't guarantee I won't throw you off the next moment."

A strange beastfolk voice suddenly came from below; after a moment's surprise, they realized it was the beastman warrior of the Flying Eagle Tribe beneath them.

The beastman warrior was quite dissatisfied: "Isn't caring for single eagles the responsibility of beastfolk?"

Why are the two on his back so unfriendly toward him?

Those who can hunt in the deep forest are at least silver-rank beastfolk; their strength goes without saying.

After just one food resupply, several Flying Eagle Tribe beastfolk flew straight back to the Snow Tiger Tribe in one go.

At this moment, the hunting and gathering parties had gone out, leaving the tribe unusually quiet.

But the half-beast warrior on guard duty still spotted the Flying Eagle Tribe beastman warriors swooping down from the sky first.

Just as he was about to warn them, he saw them landing not far from the tribe.

And many familiar figures jumped down from their backs one after another.

"Uncle Yuan Qi, Yuan Lang, you're back? Already?"

The half-beast warrior dashed over; hearing the sound, Wu Yue looked and saw it was her very familiar Shi Lin.

"Yue, you're back too!"

The half-beast warrior's fuzzy ears twitched with joy, and Wu Yue's smile instantly blossomed.

"Hey Shi Lin, are you on patrol today?"

Shi Lin gave a simple smile, rubbed his head, and nodded: "Yeah, I don't need to go hunting today."

Having said that, he turned to look at the surrounding tribesmen: "I'll go tell the chief right now that you're back."

Having said that, he threw his stone spear to his fellow guard nearby and sprinted into the tribe in a flash.

Everyone shook their heads in amusement, and Yuan Qi said: "This kid still has a brat's temperament."

Several members of the Flying Eagle Tribe also followed behind the crowd, continually sizing up the Snow Tiger Tribe before them.