Chapter 232: Who are you?

Their idea is the same as the Black Wolf Shaman's; such a treatment method is very important for a tribe, especially in such a Polar Forest where fierce beasts run rampant.

But nobody will readily resort to underhanded means; the four great tribes of the base forest have long jointly resisted fierce beasts, thereby establishing a mutual aid relationship.

Nobody wants to be the one who breaks the friendly relationship.

So the next day, after Wu Yue had just finished washing up, the Black Wolf Shaman and the female of the Mad Lion Tribe came together to the grass hut of the Snow Tiger Tribe's beastfolk.

Upon seeing Wu Yue, the smiles on their faces were extremely bright.

"Little female, I heard you like eating our fruits here, so I specially had the females pick some good ones to send over."

As his words fell, a beastman warrior with a very handsome appearance came over from behind, carrying a bag of fruit.

The beastfolk stood tall and straight, with a cheerful smile on his face: "Hello, little female, would you like me to put these fruits in your grass hut?"

Wu Yue, whose waist almost got twisted by this sudden disturbance, suddenly felt that this scene was extraordinarily familiar.

If you think about it carefully, isn't that right!

During the previous Snow Tiger Tribe ritual, the Black Wolf Tribe also used this method to try to hook up with Ye Duo…

So, is the Black Wolf Tribe planning to use this trick against her again?

"Thank you for the fruits, but little female already has plenty, so I won't accept them."

A low-pitched beastfolk voice came from behind; everyone turned to see a tall, sturdy, handsome man with a stern expression walking over.

His eyes were full of icy wind and snow.

Sensing the beastfolk's displeasure, the young Black Wolf Tribe beastfolk looked somewhat dejected at Wu Yue: "Little female, this…"

But what disappointed him was that Yuan Lang, whose sturdy build was a head taller than his, completely blocked the smaller little female.

So, he who was pretending to be pitiable to gain sympathy was clearly just putting on an act of loneliness.

The beastfolk collected his bright smile, his expression turning indifferent as he returned to behind the Black Wolf Shaman.

"Are you a beastfolk of the Snow Tiger Tribe?"

The female Shaman Disciple of the Mad Lion Tribe gazed at that tall, sturdy beastman warrior, gritting her teeth.

But after her words had lingered for a long time, there was actually no response at all, which made her extremely embarrassed.

She then stepped forward two paces, arriving before Yuan Lang: "I just asked you a question—why aren't you answering?"

"…"

As if ignored, Yuan Lang merely stood beside Wu Yue with a cold expression, like a towering ridge, but… he just wouldn't speak.

The complexion of the Mad Lion Tribe's female could no longer be described as black.

Wu Yue amusingly poked the side of the beastfolk next to her: "The Mad Lion Tribe's Shaman Disciple is talking to you."

Only then did Yuan Lang seem to realize that the female was speaking to him; he lifted his eyelids slightly and said in a cold tone: "Ah?"

"Ah" is just one word; I'll only say it once…

The female took two deep breaths; Wu Yue watched her heaving chest rise and fall twice in a grand, sweeping motion.

"Why didn't you say yesterday that you are a Snow Tiger Tribe beastfolk?"

Yuan Lang's angular, handsome face finally turned toward her; after a moment, a different gleam appeared in his eyes.

The female lifted her head proudly, as if awaiting the tribesmen's kneeling before the great shaman.

"Who are you?"

The same low-pitched voice, the same indifferent words, the same hurt came unexpectedly.

Wu Yue struggled to suppress the laughter that almost burst out.