Chapter 269

In just one afternoon, the glorious feat of Qingcao sitting down and killing a wild boar with her buttocks spread throughout the entire tribe.

At this moment, Wu Yue and Qingcao both looked at the dead pig on the ground, their hearts completely at peace.

The boar's death was somewhat gruesome, possibly because Qingcao's falling weight landed on its head, twisting its snout.

Regardless of the method used to kill this wild boar, since it was slain by the small female herself, the huge boar thus belonged directly to Qingcao's family.

As the heroes who killed the wild boar—Qingcao and Wu Yue, who today acted as a minor hero's sidekick—the two were allowed to skip work and sit to rest.

But they indeed needed rest now, because both of their legs were a bit weak.

Suddenly, a male's wailing cries of "ahhh" came from afar.

Qingcao's family, who were processing the wild boar, and the two salted fish sitting nearby all turned toward the sound in confusion.

Watching the Beastman Warrior run while flinging snot, Wu Yue silently shifted her feet, turned away, and then looked up at the sky.

Qingcao beside her, somewhat bewildered, poked Wu Yue's arm: "What the hell is Teng Kun doing? He's wailing like crazy—if you didn't know better, you'd think Teng Qian had died."

Teng Qian, who was digging earth in the distance: "..."

Don't randomly tug at me, this honest Beastman Warrior, okay?

Wu Yue gave her companion a somewhat speechless look: "Don't overthink it."

Probably, in Teng Kun's heart, the one who's gone is you.

No wonder Wu Yue can become a shaman—she can predict things even without divination.

The next moment, Teng Kun, who had been wailing as he ran over—like a hungry tiger... ah, no, wrong—threw himself, face full of grief, onto the wild boar whose limbs had been removed by several males of Qingcao's family.

"Qingcao, my poor Qingcao, we haven't even become mates yet—how could you just die? Wah wah wah wah!"

After saying that, he reached out and wiped the boar beneath him: "Even though you've gotten as fat as a boar, I don't despise you—come back quickly!"

Qingcao, who had been moved to tears by the first sentence, instantly changed expression upon hearing the second, turned to Wu Yue and said: "Can I go sit on and kill this guy now?"

Wu Yue chuckled: "Just because you sat on and killed a boar, you're getting full of yourself—he's a Beastman Warrior, a silver-rank Beastman Warrior at that; is your butt stronger than a Beastman Warrior's? What kind of combat power is that?"

Qingcao wiped her face, and her previously limp legs instantly filled with strength; she shuffled over to the Beastman Warrior who was lying on the boar, wailing.

Wu Yue's eyes sparkled as she watched the two—this show was about to start; all that was missing were some melon seeds and peanuts, and a bottle of cola would make it even better!

Qingcao lifted her dusty big foot and, without hesitation, stepped onto the Beastman's pristine animal-skin skirt.

Teng Kun, still immersed in sorrow, suddenly flew into a rage: "Who the hell are you?! I'll tell your dad—watch out for my eighty-meter... Qingcao?"

Seeing the female with one foot on his buttocks, revealing the view under his skirt, Teng Kun, showing true manly spirit, took the opportunity to glance a few more times, then seemed to realize and looked down at the "Qingcao" beneath him and the Qingcao stepping on him.

He then quickly stood up, walked straight ahead to take a look: "!"

Damn it, what the hell is this!

Seeing his astonished expression, Qingcao snorted coldly: "Surprised or not? Unexpected or not? Look—am I really any different from this wild boar?"