Chapter 172: Violent Demand for Water

The burly silhouette at the door was Ye Duo; the muscular Barbie's diet lately seemed good, looking even more burly.

Upon hearing Wu Yue's words, her already dark complexion instantly suffused with a hint of green, looking rather eerie.

Just like the sour cabbage that used to stink and spoil in the hallway...

"You dare say I ate shit? Wu Yue, you're really bold!"

Damn, every time I see that muscular Barbie speaking in a cute girl's voice, goosebumps break out in waves over Wu Yue's body—the kind that even an acid wash can't fix.

She impatiently tapped her ear: "Got anything else to say? If not, scram—just looking at you makes me lose my appetite for later."

Ye Duo snorted coldly: "You just keep being smug; I can already start cultivating, and once I become a Shaman, the first thing I'll do is kick you out."

Having said that, she held her chin high and looked at Wu Yue with great pride.

That look of a commoner begging to worship the emperor...

Wu Yue's skinny claws twitched, and she really wanted to scratch.

"So why have you had your hands on your hips for so long? What's up?"

Qingcao, waiting behind for a bath, grew impatient, wrinkling her wild eyebrows as she said.

Ye Duo gave Qingcao a sinister glance, noting down Wu Yue's lackey in her mind, planning to settle scores with them once she made it big.

She lowered her hands from her waist and looked at the impatient female inside the house: "Wu Yue, as a pure human female, what gives you the right to order a great Beastman Warrior to fetch your bath water?"

"Can a mighty Beastman Warrior really be arranged by you?"

Wu Yue scoffed: "So you're talking about Yuan Lang now?"

Ye Duo snorted: "Of course!"

Wu Yue was about to retort, but suddenly seemed to think of something, and she shook her head in distress: "As a Shaman Disciple, you naturally can't understand the worries of us ordinary pure human females."

"All you pure human females do is gather, eat, sleep, eat, sleep—what worries could you have!" Ye Duo said contemptuously.

Wu Yue: "..."

I seriously suspect you're mocking me now.

Ignoring Ye Duo's words, Wu Yue continued: "Yesterday, the Beastman Warrior Yuan Lang came to my place, aggressively demanding to fetch water for me; I refused, and he even wanted to hit me!"

Speaking, as if recalling that terrifying scene, her frightened expression made her shrink her neck: "I'm scared; I could only let him go."

Ye Duo gave her a constipated look: "Just go ahead and brag."

"What status? You still need to force a Beastman to fetch water for you!"

"Why don't you say you're going to get full of yourself later?"

"Give me the bucket, I'll go fetch water."

A low, magnetic male voice sounded from behind, startling Ye Duo into a stumble, almost making her fly up.

Still shaken, she turned her head and looked—holy shit!

It was actually Yuan Lang, looking at Wu Yue's somewhat stiff complexion with disbelief.

So this guy wasn't lying—Yuan Lang actually violently demanded to fetch water?

"Um... Yuan Lang Brother, my stone pot is also empty... ow!"

Ye Duo, shy and with a hint of softness, hadn't finished speaking when the Beastman kicked up with a big foot: "Who is this female? Her chirping is annoyingly noisy."

Poor Ye Duo only managed to let out a soul‑stirring scream before passing out.

Yuan Lang looked at his feet, his expression changing: "You guys go on, I'll go wash my feet by the river."

Having said that, he turned to leave.

Wu Yue hurriedly called out to him: "By the way, take this thing with you."

She pointed at Ye Duo, who had collapsed like a dead dog.