Chapter 235

Thinking of that female with eyes on top of her head, Wu Yue merely gave a faint curl of her lip.

But just as the Snow Tiger Tribe beastfolk were gathered around the fire eating, the Mad Lion Tribe beastfolk dragged the Black Wolf Tribe chief over to the Snow Tiger Tribe's grass hut.

The female said to have been badly bitten was now wrapping her head in a Beastfolk bao guo, only a pair of gloomy eyes showing.

Yuan Qi threw the bone in his hand into his mouth, crunch crunch chewing it before swallowing, and his sharp eyes stared straight at the Mad Lion Tribe Beastfolk as he chewed.

The Beastfolk's originally swelling mighty aura gradually waned under that gaze, as if what they had just chewed and swallowed wasn't bone but themselves.

A flicker of fear also appeared in the female Shaman Disciple's dim eyes as she shifted her steps to hide behind her own Beastman Warrior.

"What's up?"

The Beastfolk couldn't help but have a chilling, frightening gaze, and even his voice carried a bone‑chilling cold.

The Mad Lion Tribe Beastman Warriors looked at each other, and finally a somewhat older Beastman Warrior stepped forward: "Uncle, your Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warrior placed a sting‑tail bee in our Shaman Disciple's grass hut, and our Shaman Disciple was badly injured."

Please hand over that Beastman; harming a Shaman Disciple must be punished.

Wu Yue's brows instantly knit; she turned her head to look at Yuan Lang beside her, for only he had argued with that female yesterday.

She crept over quietly and whispered, "Was it you?"

A flicker of smile passed through Yuan Lang's eyes: "Not me."

He declared his innocence openly, with not a trace of guilt.

Wu Yue raised her eyebrows; if it weren't Yuan Lang, she believed no one in the Snow Tiger Tribe would do such a thing.

She rose to her feet, righteous and confident, and looked at the speaking Mad Lion Tribe Beastman Warrior: "You say it was our tribe's Beastman who did it? Who are you talking about?"

Upon hearing this, the Mad Lion Tribe Shaman Disciple's gloomy eyes fixed directly on Yuan Lang beside her: "It's that Beastman beside you!"

Wu Yue snorted coldly: "Evidence?"

The female growled low: "What evidence do you need? Yesterday his attitude toward me—didn't you see it?"

Wu Yue tapped her ear: "I saw it, but what does that prove? Just because he ignored you, you claim he put a sting‑tail bee in your grass hut?"

The female's gloomy eyes snapped to Wu Yue: "What, you mean I'm lying to the Beastfolk?"

Wu Yue chuckled lightly: "Unless you personally saw him place a sting‑tail bee in your grass hut, otherwise our Snow Tiger Tribe will not accept the charge of harming a Shaman Disciple."

Her final words rang out strong and clear; the surrounding Snow Tiger Tribe Beastfolk all rose to their feet, eyes fixed on the opposing Mad Lion Tribe Beastfolk, and the atmosphere instantly froze.

The Black Wolf Tribe chief felt his heart tighten at the sight.

"I knock!"

You guys definitely must not start fighting on our Black Wolf Tribe's turf.

"Well, everyone, let's talk things out nicely, don't hurt feelings!"

The Mad Lion Tribe female struggled to step forward, but the Beastman Warrior who had just spoken grabbed her arm.

He reached into his waist‑tied Beast‑skin skirt and pulled out a clump of snow‑white hair: "What about this?"

The Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warriors looked at that clump of hair with some surprise.

What are you talking about? Can't you recognize hair of the same kind? And you're not blind!

Moreover, the strong Snow Tiger Beastmen scent on that clump of hair is definitely not fake.