Chapter 388: Who is it?

"Do you like Teng Qian…?"

"That goofball…"

Wu Yue stared at the female beastfolk across from her, as if someone had set off a whole string of firecrackers in her head, crackling and shocking her into a daze.

Don't blame her for being so surprised; it's really because, as an older brother, Teng Qian is a bit too unconventional, so in this world where beastfolk warriors are so popular, the mighty beastfolk warrior Teng Qian has always been ignored.

But…

Wu Yue sneakily glanced at the female beastfolk opposite her; this female's build didn't seem to be the type Teng Qian likes.

If I remember correctly, Teng Qian seems to like the type that's delicate and swaying, walking with a wiggly, affected sort of femininity.

So should I really tell her the truth or not?

Wu Yue felt somewhat torn inside, and her brows involuntarily furrowed.

The female beastfolk opposite waited a while, seeing no reply, she lifted her head and looked over.

But I saw Wu Yue's face, no bigger than her own sole, all wrinkled like a fruit left out too long and gone limp.

Seeing her like that, the female beastfolk's heart gave a sudden thump.

Could it be that Wu Yue also wants Teng Qian to be her second mate?

Thinking of that possibility, her heart involuntarily turned a bit bitter, but…

"Wu Yue, your butt isn't big, and your chest… is almost nonexistent, so you're not the type beastfolk like."

And in tribes like Yuan Lang's that like scrawny females, there might be only one, so don't let Teng Qian be your second mate, okay?

The chest that Tongzi had injured Wu Yue a few days ago was hit again with a critical strike…

What do you mean 'almost none'?

Damn it!

"I don't like Teng Qian, and I don't want him to be my second mate!"

After saying that in an angry huff, Wu Yue glanced at the female beastfolk opposite and suddenly narrowed her eyes.

Hehe~ You don't want to make Teng Qian like you, do you?

Then I'll give you a good idea; thinking that, the corner of her mouth slowly curled into a mischievous arc.

"Although I don't want Teng Qian as a mate, you got one thing wrong: Teng Qian really doesn't like strong, fierce females."

Wu Yue's little face was completely serious, as if everything she said was sincere.

The female beastfolk's whole body visibly excited, she howled and ran a few laps around the small courtyard before sitting back on the stone bench, then looked hopefully at Wu Yue opposite.

"Well… what type does Teng Qian like?"

Looking at the big, knowledge-hungry eyes of the female beastfolk opposite, Wu Yue's mouth curve deepened further.

"Teng Qian likes sexy females!"

"Sexy?"

As soon as her words fell, the smile on the opposite female beastfolk's face vanished instantly, and her whole being became like a feral beast spotting food.

"Who's 'sexy'? A female from another tribe?"

Thinking that the male beastfolk she liked had taken a liking to another female, her claws twitched with urge.

"Hahaha! There's no such thing as a 'sexy' female."

Wu Yue looked at the female beastfolk opposite, who was already ready to bare her claws, and laughed until the corners of her eyes got a little moist.

But seeing the female beastfolk's little face gradually stiffen, she cleared her throat a few times to rein in her slightly wild laugh: 'Sex is a term from my old tribe, meaning sexy.'

"Sexy?"

Teng Qian likes sexy females?

"What kind of female is sexy?"

Wu Yue scratched her ear and cheek for a while before mumbling: 'It's the kind with a prominent front and back, the kind that makes you want to have kids with her at first sight.'

"Then I am that kind of sexy female!"

The female beastfolk said as she stood up, lifted her ample chest, and poked her perky butt: 'Isn't that sexy enough?'

Wu Yue gave a dry cough twice: 'Yo ho yo ho! Wai se sexy!'

"You're spouting old tribe talk again?" the female beastfolk asked, looking at her quizzically.

"It's not old tribe talk; it's the lingo of little devils and big devils, none of it good."

Fearing the female beastfolk would keep questioning, Wu Yue continued: 'Having a sexy figure is one thing; your movements and speech also need to be sexy.'

"How do I do that then?"

The female beastfolk was a little irritable; how could Teng Qian like such a weird female?

But she clenched her fists; as long as they become mates, hehe…

Seeing that somewhat evil smile on her face, Wu Yue silently summoned a sympathetic crocodile tear for Teng Qian.

That sympathy hadn't even existed for three seconds before Wu Yue tossed it to the back of her head.

Hehe, watch closely—I'll only show you once, you must remember it.

Hearing that, the female beastfolk's eyes instantly focused on her, and Wu Yue suddenly felt like a beast was staring her down.

She straightened her waist, gathered her courage: 'Come on, let's go inside to talk; we can't let others see, Teng Qian is quite popular, after all.'

Not a chance!

The two sneaked back to the house, Wu Yue extended her right leg forward, bent it, thrust her chest out and lifted her butt, trying to make herself look somewhat S‑shaped.

Then she placed her right hand on her right knee, left hand on her buttocks, and looked solemnly at the female beastfolk: 'Remember this pose; you only do it when you're with Teng Qian.'

"This pose looks just like the chickens we raise in the tribe."

The female beastfolk wore a look of disdain: 'Can't I just stand like this?'

"With you spreading your legs like that, an eight‑character stance, whoever sees it will find it scary—believe me, Yuan Lang and Teng Qian and the like all like this."

The female Beastfolk was stunned by the words, giving her a look that was hard to put into words: "Shaman Yue, did you also attract Yuan Lang like this before, making her fall for you?"

Thinking of how she had stuck out her chest and lifted her butt in front of Yuan Lang, Wu Yue's mouth twitched—it was basically a massive social death scene; she would never do something like that.

But as for Teng Qian...

Wu Yue nodded decisively: "Mm, Yuan Lang was attracted to me exactly like that back then."

The female Beastfolk's eyes lit up like a 200-watt indoor bulb: "Yuan Lang actually likes this type—truly unexpected."

Wu Yue: "..."

Hey hey hey, miss, can we speak properly? What do you mean 'likes this type'? What's wrong with my type?

"Stop the chatter—learn or not, if you don't learn I'm leaving; I still have things to do."

Seeing her somewhat impatient look, the female Beastfolk hastily struck the same pose—chest out, butt up—and asked: "How is it? Is it like this? Am I much better-looking than you?"

Wu Yue's face darkened; she meowed, "Just malnourished, that's all—who are you looking down on, huh!"

"What next? I ought to say something—could it be that just striking this pose in front of Teng Qian will make him willing to be my partner?"

The female Beastfolk anxiously shook her butt and said:

Wu Yue snapped out of her reverie about her perfect figure: "Superficial, haven't you heard that the eyes are the window to the soul?"

"As long as you look at him with the eyes of liking, you don't need to speak—he'll understand—but remember, you must mix some sexy into that liking!"

"Nonsense! I get the liking look just by seeing Teng Qian, but what does mixing sexy look like?"

The female Beastfolk, who had been striking a pose, suddenly jumped up and scratched her head; already not very patient, she became a little irritable.

Wu Yue blinked, then let out a deep sigh: "Looks like I still need to give you a demonstration."

She maintained what she considered a very alluring pose: "Come, watch me!"

The female Beastfolk walked over earnestly to learn.

After lowering her head to gather her thoughts for a moment, Wu Yue lifted her head with a tender, lingering gaze, adding a hint of soft, alluring charm: "How about it? Sexy or not?"

The female Beastfolk opposite frowned, looked for a while, then stood up: "You have eye boogers..."

After saying that, she couldn't help bursting out laughing: "Besides, your expression isn't sexy at all—it's actually hilarious."

Shaman Yue's cheeks twitched slightly, but the corners of her mouth stayed stiffly raised, with a bit of uncleared eye boogers at the corner of her eye.

Especially the corner of her eye kept twitching, just like A Mu's expression when seeing A Di La on the animal hide.

"I'm letting you look at my gaze—why are you fixated on my eye boogers?!"

Wu Yue pulled off the unknown substance from the corner of her eye behind her, feeling waves of heat on her face—this female Beastfolk really doesn't give her any face.

Wasn't Ouyang Feng teaching Hong Qigong like this back then?

Hong Qigong already succeeded in his confession; a man like Teng Qian, living in ancient times, might really be swooned by seeing a woman strike such a fiery pose.

Seeing Wu Yue looking somewhat displeased, the female Beastfolk gave an embarrassed laugh: "It's my fault; do it again—I'll watch seriously this time."

"This is the last time," Wu Yue warned.

The female Beastfolk nodded like a chick pecking at grain: "Mm-hmm."

Wu Yue again lowered her head to gather her thoughts, and after a while lifted her head with a tender gaze: "Is it very sexy?"

The female Beastfolk struggled to suppress the laughter about to burst from her throat: "Oh, got it..."

Only then did Wu Yue's legs tremble as she stood up; she meowed— that pose really took a toll on her legs.

Shaking her legs, she walked to the edge of the kang and sat down, Wu Yue leisurely watched the female Beastfolk: "Do it once so I can see."

The female Beastfolk rubbed the animal hide on her arm, thrust out her chest and lifted her butt, one hand supporting her knee, the other stroking her waist.

Then she slowly lifted her head, as if something had gotten into the corner of her eye, which kept twitching.

"Did sand get in your eye?"

The female Beastfolk, while struggling to twitch the corner of her eye, said: "No, you were just doing that a moment ago—I didn't expect it to be so hard."

Wu Yue: "..."

Nonsense, she doesn't believe she just looked like that!

"I'm not feeling well—my eye twitched just now because I lacked the strength to support my leg; practice normally, using the gaze of liking."

"But Teng Qian isn't here anymore!"

The female Beastfolk fidgeted, her face still a bit embarrassed.

Wu Yue wished she could smack her with melon seeds, bang bang bang: "Just pretend he's here—give it a try; I want to see if your gaze is right."

"Oh oh~"

The female Beastfolk, half-understanding, nodded, then got into position—but took a long while to lift her head.

Wu Yue's little face darkened: "Hey, are you asleep?"

The female Beastfolk, somewhat embarrassed, lifted her head: "Looking at your face, I can't take a liking to it."

Wu Yue: "..."

I felt another heavy blow to my chest—you must be a spy sent by the Rock Salt Tribe's shamaness, right? I keep feeling your purpose isn't to learn how to make Teng Qian like you, but to piss me off.

My heart is too tired!

She weakly waved her hand: "Remember the awesome pose—when you see Teng Qian, just keep blinking your eyes, and while blinking, look at him with the gaze of liking."

This damned female Beastfolk—just talking a few more sentences with her feels like it'll cause an early death; I'll decisively retreat.

"I still have things to do, so I'm leaving now."

Having said that, she tottered out on her short little legs.

"Huh? Having to blink and use the gaze of liking—are my eyes getting too busy?"

Wu Yue staggered, turned, and shouted: "Do you not know yourself whether you're busy or not? I still have things to do—go practice on your own!"

Oh ho!

Shaman Yue grew angry, and the female Beastfolk, feeling a bit timid, shrank her head.

Even though her combat power is off the charts, she still doesn't dare to do anything to Wu Yue.

If she dared to go over and poke this shriveled Wu Yue, honored one, with a finger, the outcome would be quite satisfying.

She decisively showed a flattering smile, then whoosh-whoosh-whoosh leapt out of the courtyard, and in the blink of an eye brought back a processed beast-ox: "This is your food, thank you for your help today."

She carefully placed the beast-ox meat in the courtyard, but saw that Shaman Yue, honored one's face was still pitch-black; the female Beastfolk's heart jumped, and she decisively fled: "I'll go back to get in touch."

By the time her words drifted over, the person had already vanished without a trace.

Looking at the three beast-ox meats on the ground, each bigger than herself, Wu Yue chuckled...

Everyone says female Beastfolk are carefree and straightforward, not as scheming as pure humans.

But...

This female Beastfolk sure has plenty of scheming thoughts, right? She even knows to leave the prey outside.

She's planning to give it to me if she learns something, and if not, she'll just bring it home to eat herself, right?

She rubbed her under-exercised loins, and Wu Yue decisively went back to the kitchen to get a knife.

Although her earnest performance just now had a bit of ulterior motive for watching the show, it was also labor she'd put in.

So she unceremoniously accepted the beast-ox left by the female Beastfolk.

She decisively butchered it to eat slowly later.

"Woo-la-la~ woo-la-la~" Wu Yue was humming an off-key tune while cutting meat, when the courtyard gate was violently flung open.

She suddenly had a sense of déjà vu that someone had come to cause trouble.

She slammed the meat-cleaver onto the chopping board, getting ready to go outside and howl twice.

"Woo~ Yue, honored one~"

Mixed with a sobbing tone and excited voice, the sound came from the courtyard, and Wu Yue shuddered instantly—this voice was exactly like the one in TV dramas shouting, "If there's business, present it; if not, retire from court."

But as someone who had spent considerable time with them, she still could tell who the voice belonged to.

She hurried out of the kitchen, and indeed saw Changye with his hair a mess, as if he'd been roughed up, lying in the courtyard; when he saw her he even stretched out an Er Kang hand, calling, "Shaman Yue, honored one~".