Chapter 343: The little boat of friendship can flip at a moment's notice

The uninjured Beastfolk quickly carried their injured companions and left.

Yuan Lang's solemn expression suddenly vanished; he reached into the bamboo container at his waist, pulled out a pitch-black object, and hurled it at the giant iron pincer worm.

The giant python was sleeping soundly inside the bamboo container when it suddenly felt a familiar-smelling hand grab it and pull it out; before it could complain, it felt itself being thrown out.

As its senses gradually awakened, it clearly knew that a very powerful presence lay in the direction it was flying.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

I'm stunned!

You're actually this kind of beast?

Aren't we good friends?

Yuan Lang rubbed his nose: "That guy is too fierce; I almost got snapped."

As a good friend, shouldn't you help? Just hold it off for a moment so our people can escape, and then we can get away.

The giant python chuckled: "You weren't saying that just a moment ago."

But can we allow it to refuse in this situation?

It was clearly impossible; he glared at Yuan Lang, that unrighteous beast, with his small, black-bean-like eyes, and then his body suddenly swelled up.

By the time it landed again, it had become a large python emanating a fierce, chilling aura.

He redirected all his anger at Yuan Lang, that unreliable beastfolk, onto the iron pincer worm ahead.

After a hiss, its body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, lunging at the opponent.

Although the iron pincer worm was a bit bewildered by the sudden appearance of this giant worm, it did not affect its arrogant aura of pinching heaven, earth, and air.

No matter who you are, you'll get greeted by my pincers first.

Yuan Lang wasn't idle either; he cooperated with the giant python's attack from the side, occasionally going up to harass it, and the giant iron pincer worm soon found itself scrambling with its pincers.

The giant python can shrink and act cute when its life is in danger to preserve itself; leaving aside its strength, at least its intelligence is still passable.

The moment it sensed the iron pincer worm's aura, it knew it was definitely no match.

So instead of confronting it head-on, it took advantage of the iron pincer worm chasing Yuan Lang to climb up a nearby tree, somehow killed a wild beast and wrapped its tail around it,

then leisurely lowered the tail bearing the dead beast and began using it to fish for the iron pincer worm.

Seeing this, Yuan Lang couldn't help but sneer: "Such a lowly trick—if the iron pincer worm actually falls for it... cough cough!"

He didn't believe the iron pincer worm would be lured by such an obvious lowly trick, but reality told him that nothing is impossible.

With each rise and fall of the giant python's tail, the giant iron pincer worm actually kept jumping up from beneath the tree to pinch the prey on the python's tail with its pincers.

So does this mean it only grew a body and threw away its brain?

After a moment, a huge head extended from the canopy of another tree, brushing against Yuan Lang's side: "Hiss!"

"Still not done?"

"The muscles on my tail are about to stiffen!"

Yuan Lang lightly coughed twice: "Wait until we reach a safe place, then our people will notify me with a roar."

A flicker of disgust clearly crossed the giant python's eyes as it prepared to turn its massive head back; the next moment, its huge eyes welled up with tears, and it let out painful hisses.

Yuan Lang quickly turned his head to see that a small segment of the giant python's tail had been clamped by the giant iron pincer worm.

The giant python's massive head instantly vanished from the treetops; the next moment, the prey clamped in its pincers and the giant iron pincer worm were flung far away, along with a black object the length of a beastfolk's hand.

Yuan Lang knew that must be the giant python's tail.

The next moment, the giant python burst from the treetops, coiled around Yuan Lang, and pursued the direction in which the Snow Tiger Tribe Beastfolk were fleeing.

Along the way, the giant python hurried while hissing; when it got excited, it even turned its head, clearly cursing.

The scolded Yuan Lang obediently curled up on the giant python's back; if not for the python, he might be in grave danger, so he'd better endure it.

But as the saying goes, either you explode in silence, or you degenerate in silence.

Yuan Lang didn't want to degenerate, so he decisively chose to explode: "Stop nagging! I used a lot of precious herbs to treat your wounds earlier—what did I say?"

Giant python: "Hiss hiss!"

You said I only know how to waste medicinal materials, do nothing, and saved a useless python!

Yuan Lang calmly turned his face: "I didn't say anything; I just saved you out of a kind heart."

Giant python: "..."

You're so shameless, what else can I hiss? Besides, you wouldn't understand anyway.

A python's life is truly as lonely as snow!

Although the hiss was just that, the tip of the severed tail nonetheless stuck upright in front of Yuan Lang without delay, twitching occasionally when he showed no reaction, as if reminding him of something.

Yuan Lang curled the corner of his mouth: "You're too big now; later, when you shrink, just dip a little in the powder—this way wastes too much powder."

Giant python: "..."

His heart filled with endless bitterness, and he suddenly regained the urge to flee that he had when the small female python abandoned him.

Moreover, what do you mean by 'dip a little'? What have you turned the python I risked my life to save into?

By now, Yuan Lang had already stopped listening to the giant python's nagging and was thinking about the army of iron pincer worms behind that giant iron pincer worm.

I don't know how many more of these iron pincer worms there are...

The giant python's full-speed pace was naturally faster than the Beastfolk's, and soon Yuan Lang saw their people ahead.

Upon seeing a giant python approaching, the Beastfolk of the Snow Tiger Tribe all felt a bit bitter.

Having just dodged a giant iron pincer worm, now a giant python appears—can the Beastfolk even survive properly?

But the next moment, the giant python that had rushed to their eyes vanished in a flash, leaving only a black little snake the length of a forearm coiled around their chief, constantly hissing.

Wait...

Chief!!!

The Beastfolk's eyes widened instantly as they looked at the unharmed Beastfolk standing ahead.

Boss, you're alright, right?

Teng Qian, feeling the pain in his buttocks seriously, opened his mouth to ask.

Yuan Lang's good mood from just reuniting with his little brothers vanished in a swoosh: "What, you want me to get into some trouble?"

Teng Qian gave a dry, hehe laugh, just about to explain, when the two beastman warriors lifting him threw him down; the muscles in his buttocks clenched, and the iron pincer worm, seemingly stimulated, gripped even tighter.

Teng Qian let out an "Ao" of an extremely soul-stirring cry; he felt his buttocks were about to fall off.

The two beastmen, feeling quite embarrassed, scratched their heads and lifted him up again: "Oh, are you okay? We just saw the boss come back and got excited, forgot we were still holding you."

Teng Qian: "..."

Heh, wipe those fake smiles off your faces before saying that to me.

"Alright, let's keep moving; the iron pincer worms behind have only been lured away temporarily—we need to stretch the distance as much as we can during this time."

Yuan Lang said in a low voice.

The beastfolk nodded solemnly, then carried or dragged the injured tribespeople nearby and ran toward the tribe.

Yuan Lang took the little python off his shoulder, opened a palm-sized bamboo jar, dipped the injured tail of that still-muttering creature into it, coating the wound completely with the powder, then, under the satisfied gaze of the python, put the jar away.

But the python that came out refused to go back into that narrow, pitch-black bamboo jar.

After a series of hissing protests, it finally secured a firm perch on Yuan Lang's shoulder.

Thus, the little long-armed python became arrogant, standing upright in the wind, occasionally swaying with the breeze, completely treating Yuan Lang as its mount.

Yuan Lang glanced with his deep eyes at the smug python on his shoulder, secretly scheming how to exploit this overconfident serpent to the fullest.

Unlike the Snow Tiger Tribe's narrow escape, the hunting parties of the Black Wolf Tribe and the Mad Lion Tribe lost several beastfolk lives before breaking free from the giant iron pincer worm's claws.

Seeing tribespeople torn in half by the iron pincer worm in the distance, the beastman warriors could only hold back tears and run desperately, trying to get as far away from that horrible creature as possible.

As Yuan Lang and the others rushed toward the tribe, the poison scorpion tribe's beastfolk, bought over by a pot of dumpling soup, finally finished all their digging tasks.

The pure-human folk in the tribe also all got caves, each delighted, even taking out some of their own food to give to the poison scorpion tribe's beastfolk.

Looking at the handful of uniform wild vegetable dumplings, the poison scorpion beastfolk's stiff smiles never faded.

Moreover, it's unclear if it's an illusion, but the green on their faces grew ever deeper.

"Captain, since that last dumpling soup, we've never eaten anything as good—just wild vegetable dumplings every day, my face has turned green."

The furious beastman glanced at the complaining tribesman: "Your face is naturally green, huh!"

Beastfolk: "..."

Although that may be true, saying it like that really shows no tribal love at all.

"You've really been working hard these days; the tribespeople are busy cleaning the caves, so we sent food to the slaves, and more tasty food will be sent over shortly."

Wu Yue's voice came from behind; the beasts all shuddered, their formerly straight backs bending a bit.

The furious beastman went on, looking as if bearing the weight of beastly existence: "We used to live in caves in the tribe, eating the fattiest game... now... sigh..."

Saying that, he turned sideways to reveal his own family member behind him, happily munching on fragrant wild vegetable dumplings...

"If I didn't trust you, I'd think you were poisoning us again with this complexion."

Wu Yue heard this, gave a light cough, and said directly that she didn't want to eat wild vegetable dumplings, dragging in all sorts of irrelevant stuff.

She lifted her chin toward the cave entrance: "Here, the slaves have brought food—today there's something you've never eaten before, absolutely delicious."

The slaves carried up two large bamboo baskets and a huge stone pot, inside which was the food they'd eaten before, called dumpling soup.

In addition, the two odd things wrapped in vine strips contained some palm-sized foods emitting a faint, fresh fragrance.

Wu Yue bent down, picked up a piece of cake, took the dumpling soup from the slaves, first drank a bowl of salty fragrant dumpling soup, then bit into a crispy baked cake.

The smoothness of the dumpling soup and the crispness of the cake blended in her mouth, so delicious she wanted to gulp the food down in one go!

She soaked the remaining cake in the dumpling soup; the crisp cake soaked up the broth and became plump—she picked up a piece, bit into it, and even burst with juice in her mouth.

Wu Yue fragrant-ly finished a bowl of dumpling soup, ate a piece of cake, then heartily wiped her mouth: "Delicious, you guys!!!"

Just as she was about to call the poison scorpion tribe's beastfolk to eat, she saw them looking at her with resentful faces; Wu Yue, somewhat puzzled, looked at them: "What's up?"

The irate beastman looked at the stone pot missing a bowl of dumpling soup, feeling as if he'd lost an entire large prey: "There wasn't much to begin with, and you went and ate a whole bowl."

Wu Yue looked at the stone bowl in her hand, about the size of a beastman's head, feeling a bit embarrassed: "Um, I'll get Changye and the others to make another pot for you."

Having said that, she took off running.

Seeing that rare flustered state of the timid little female, the furious beastman wanted to cross his arms and laugh loudly.

But considering he was on someone else's turf, it was better to stay low-key, so he coughed lightly twice to suppress the laugh about to burst out.

With a look of triumphant little beast, he began greeting his own kin to eat.

In the distance, a little cub held in its parent A Mu's arms watched the poison scorpion beastfolk wolfing down their food, its big, dark, watery eyes full of doubt.

"A Mu. Why do those beastman uncles do so much work, while Lady Wu Yue just gives them some food and they get all pleased like this?"

The cub's A Mu smiled, patting the little one's bottom: "Because they've all been bought over by Lady Wu Yue's delicious food."

Saying that, with an air of 'I knew it all along,' he continued: "Lady Wu Yue surely wants to give these beastfolk some sweet benefits, then have them do more work."

Lady Wu Yue is just that kind of sly shaman.

Just then, Lady Wu Yue, passing by the female's side, said: "..."

You know me so well, I'm really grateful to you!

Speaking of which, what kind of image does this perfect, benevolent modern woman have in your minds?

But...

Looking at that group of poison scorpion tribe beastfolk warriors stuffing themselves, her crescent-moon eyes narrowed.

Hmm... she indeed has a big project needing manpower; since they're idle anyway, the poison scorpion tribe's beastfolk, having eaten such delicious food, can surely lend a hand.

Tongzi: "So, host, are you actually a good person or what?"

Wu Yue: "Do you feel proud to have a host like me?"

Tongzi pursed his lips, about to speak, when he noticed a small arrow already pointing furtively at the deduction button on his pocket money account.

Silently, two lines of frustrated tears streamed down: "The host is, of course, the most kind-hearted woman of the new era."

She shouldn't have listened to that dog host, setting up a separate petty cash account; now she constantly threatens Tongzi with it!

While she was enjoying Tongzi's bootlicking service, a commotion suddenly came from the cave entrance, accompanied by the Beastfolk's roars.

Wu Yue's heart tightened—what happened?