Chapter 286

The 201 baskets were distributed by Wu Yue to those slaves, and for the first time fires were lit in their huts; however, unlike the huts of the pure-human males, this place was very quiet.

Those who dared to approach Wu Yue were the former tribespeople of the small tribe; together they lit a fire, threw the rain-soaked taro into the flames, and kept it there until it gave off a tempting aroma.

The warmth in their hands revived the slaves' hearts, which had gone numb again from labor; they disbelievingly sniffed, wondering how long it had been since they last smelled food other than grass balls.

In a place unknown to Wu Yue, the slaves' gazes toward her began to change—it was a look filled with warmth.

And in a place unknown to Wu Yue, the slaves' gazes toward her began to change—it was a look filled with warmth.

What breed is this, howling so much?

From the moment I picked it up until now, this thing has been howling nonstop, never stopping.

Beside him, Teng Qian watched his boss's pained expression and gloated: "Boss, this little thing clearly doesn't want to leave here; why do you insist on taking it away? No matter how you say it, it's still a small life."

Having said that, he looked at the little fluff ball still howling in Yuan Lang's arms: "Am I right or not?"

"Howl!"

Teng Qian looked astonished at the little fluff ball: "Did you see that, boss? This little guy just responded to me."

Yuan Lang: "..."

Do you think I'm an idiot?

"This little thing just keeps howling nonstop; not to mention your earlier question, even if you asked it now whether it eats shit, its answer would still be a howl."

Teng Qian wore a constipated expression as he looked at his boss, then actually bent over to examine the little fluff ball with four splayed claws: "Do you eat shit or not?"

But then a surprising scene unfolded: although the little fluff ball was still struggling, it did not emit an affirmative howl.

Yuan Lang: "..."

Teng Qian: "..."

So what the heck is this thing, exactly?

On the small, deep-blue-furred fluff ball's beastman fist-sized head, a pair of round, sparkling eyes stared at the two beastman warriors without uttering a sound.

Heh, you beast-idiots, you're the ones who eat shit.

Licking its own pink little paw pads, the Salt Crystal Beast declared that the fish-lipped beastman warrior was unworthy to speak to it.

But knowing it would finally be dragged away by the soft flesh at the back of its neck, swaying as it distanced itself from its food base, the little fluff ball finally shed tears of regret.

Damn it, he shouldn't have eaten so much back then; don't think she didn't notice—when this beastman warrior was picking and choosing, he was just looking for the fattest one!

Having been captured and then attacked by the beast's body, the little fluff ball went completely limp and listless.

Behind them, Teng Qian carried a large bundle of salt crystal stones, watching the little creature with its drooping fuzzy head and fluffy body wobble as it followed Yuan Lang's steps; he nearly laughed himself silly.

Serves you right for being smug—just a moment ago you were showing off your smarts, and look, the consequence of being clever is getting snatched away.

Like me, being a bit dumb is better—at least you live longer; thinking that way even feels a bit inspirational.

The little fluff ball up front sensed Teng Qian's smugness from behind, and its two front meaty paws stretched out and splayed.

But Teng Qian, with his keen eyesight, clearly saw that the claw in the middle of its left paw was protruding.