Chapter 432: Another tiger?

Yuan Lang couldn't have found another tiger out there, could he?

But thinking about his past habit of cutting off his own romantic chances, I inexplicably feel no worry at all.

Yuan Lang, when not speaking, dressed in a full set, looks like a human-tiger hybrid, yet his bearing is cold, proud, and full of noble air.

But the moment he speaks, he's definitely the type who has no friends.

Thus Yuan Lang's existence proves that in this world, a poisonous mouth knows no gender.

The next day, Wu Yue, who usually slept until waking naturally, actually got up unusually early, to the detriment of the backyard rooster, which had just shaken out its feathers, stretched its neck ready to crow twice, when a big clump of fresh green grass smashed onto its head.

"Ga!"

The fine, mighty rooster almost ended up quacking like a duck.

Although inwardly resentful, upon seeing the tasty green grass before it, the rooster still hopped over and pecked at it with relish.

The early rooster gets grass to eat—the ancients truly did not deceive me.

Wu Yue naturally didn't know the rooster's thoughts; after feeding the backyard livestock, she dashed off to the front yard to check the plant fibers she had dried yesterday.

Probably because it had been aired for an afternoon, the outer layer of hemp had turned dry and pale yellow, but the innermost layer still had some green hemp.

Wu Yue patted her forehead ruefully; she shouldn't have been lazy yesterday—if she'd built another rack to air things, today everything might already be dry.

After carefully organizing the dried hemp on one side, Wu Yue once again hoisted her small bamboo basket, preparing to wander around the back mountain.

Just after walking a few steps, she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

Turning her head doubtfully, she saw several Beastman Warriors covered in bloodstains chasing up from behind.

"Lady Shaman Yue."

They looked quite embarrassed; Wu Yue frowned: "What happened to you?"

"Lady Shaman Yue, a few days ago we went to recruit a few small-medium tribes to work, but because they were some distance from our tribe, we went to pick them up."

We didn't expect to encounter a ferocious beast on the way back; to protect those pure humans, two Beastman Warriors got injured.

Although the wounds have healed, for some reason they have no sensation all over their bodies and cannot stand up.

Wu Yue's expression turned serious; she quickly turned around: "Lead the way, I'll go check."

"'Tongzi, no sensation all over, can't stand—what symptom is this?'"

Tongzi, wrapped in his little blanket and lazing in the system space, rubbed the unknown substance at the corner of his eye: "Maybe the nerves or some important spot were injured; that's how it's written in novels."

Wu Yue: "..."

Good grief, I'm just a good fellow—this is basically asking a lonely question!

I'll go check first; later you can help me scan and examine.

"'What about the scanning fee?'"

Tongzi picked at his toes, looking at Wu Yue as if wanting to speak but stopping himself.

"'Don't worry, this little bit of money I don't even notice.'"

Wu Yue gritted her teeth; when it's a matter of life and death, the money-grubbing system's eyes only see points—I really want to punch his dog head.

"'Hehe, you naturally don't put this little bit of money in your eyes, because what you usually owe isn't small change.'"

"'Ah, we seem to be arriving soon—don't forget to scan.'"

"'Tongzi:...'"

"'Dog host, you obviously shifting the topic like that really think I can't feel it?'"

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Yuan Lang couldn't have found another tiger out there, could he?

But thinking about his past habit of cutting off his own romantic chances, I inexplicably feel no worry at all.

Yuan Lang, when not speaking, dressed in a full set, looks like a human-tiger hybrid, yet his bearing is cold, proud, and full of noble air.

But the moment he speaks, he's definitely the type who has no friends.

Thus Yuan Lang's existence proves that in this world, a poisonous mouth knows no gender.

The next day, Wu Yue, who usually slept until waking naturally, actually got up unusually early, to the detriment of the backyard rooster, which had just shaken out its feathers, stretched its neck ready to crow twice, when a big clump of fresh green grass smashed onto its head.

"Ga!"

The fine, mighty rooster almost ended up quacking like a duck.

Although inwardly resentful, upon seeing the tasty green grass before it, the rooster still hopped over and pecked at it with relish.

The early rooster gets grass to eat—the ancients truly did not deceive me.

Wu Yue naturally didn't know the rooster's thoughts; after feeding the backyard livestock, she dashed off to the front yard to check the plant fibers she had dried yesterday.

Probably because it had been aired for an afternoon, the outer layer of hemp had turned dry and pale yellow, but the innermost layer still had some green hemp.

Wu Yue patted her forehead ruefully; she shouldn't have been lazy yesterday—if she'd built another rack to air things, today everything might already be dry.

After carefully organizing the dried hemp on one side, Wu Yue once again hoisted her small bamboo basket, preparing to wander around the back mountain.

Just after walking a few steps, she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

Turning her head doubtfully, she saw several Beastman Warriors covered in bloodstains chasing up from behind.

"Lady Shaman Yue."

They looked quite embarrassed; Wu Yue frowned: "What happened to you?"

"Lady Shaman Yue, a few days ago we went to recruit a few small-medium tribes to work, but because they were some distance from our tribe, we went to pick them up."

We didn't expect to encounter a ferocious beast on the way back; to protect those pure humans, two Beastman Warriors got injured.

Although the wounds have healed, for some reason they have no sensation all over their bodies and cannot stand up.

Wu Yue's expression turned serious; she quickly turned around: "Lead the way, I'll go check."

"'Tongzi, no sensation all over, can't stand—what symptom is this?'"

Tongzi, wrapped in his little blanket and lazing in the system space, rubbed the unknown substance at the corner of his eye: "Maybe the nerves or some important spot were injured; that's how it's written in novels."

Wuyue:...

Well damn, I'm just a good fellow, this is basically asking for loneliness!

I'll go check it out first; later you help me scan and examine it.

"What about the scanning fee?"

Tongzi scratched his toe, looking at Wu Yue with something to say but holding back.

"Don't worry, this little bit of money I don't even care about."

Wu Yue gritted her teeth; when it's a matter of life and death, the money-grubbing system only sees points in its eyes—I really want to punch his dog head to pieces.

"Hehe, you naturally don't care about this small amount of money, because what you usually owe isn't small change."

"Ah, we seem to be arriving soon—don't forget to scan."

Tongzi:...

Dog host, you really think I can't feel it when you obviously change the subject like this?

Yuan Lang wouldn't have another tiger outside, would he?

But thinking about his past habit of cutting off his own peach blossoms, I inexplicably feel no worry at all.

Yuan Lang, when silent, dressed in a human-tiger guise, actually presents a cold, arrogant, noble bearing.

But as soon as he speaks, he's definitely the kind of person who has no friends.

So saying, Yuan Lang's existence proves that in this world, a poisonous mouth knows no gender.

The next day, Wu Yue, who usually wakes up naturally, actually got up unusually early, to the pity of the backyard rooster, which had just shaken out its feathers, stretched its neck ready to crow twice, when a big clump of fresh green grass smashed onto its head.

Ga!

The fine, mighty, sturdy big rooster almost got knocked into making a duck's call.

Although inwardly full of resentment, upon seeing the tasty green grass before it, it still hopped over and pecked away with relish.

The early rooster gets grass to eat—ancient wisdom truly does not deceive me.

Wu Yue naturally didn't know the rooster's thoughts; after feeding the backyard livestock, she dashed off to the front yard to check the plant fibers she had dried yesterday.

Perhaps because it had been aired for an afternoon, the outer layer of hemp had turned dry and pale yellow, but the innermost layer still retained some green hemp.

Wu Yue ruefully slapped her forehead; yesterday she shouldn't have been lazy—if she'd built another rack to air-dry, today perhaps everything would have been dry.

After carefully organizing the dried hemp on one side, Wu Yue hoisted her small bamboo basket again, preparing to wander around the back mountain.

Just after walking a few steps, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind her.

She turned her head doubtfully, only to see several beastman warriors covered in bloodstains chasing up from behind.

"Lady Shaman Yue."

Their appearance was indeed somewhat disheveled; Wu Yue frowned: "What happened to you?"

"Lady Shaman Yue, we went to recruit a few more small tribes for work a few days ago, but since they're some distance from our tribe, we went to fetch them."

We didn't expect to encounter feral beasts on the way back; to protect those pure humans, two beastman warriors got injured.

Although the wounds have healed, for some reason they have no sensation all over their bodies and cannot stand up.

Wu Yue's expression hardened; she quickly turned: "Lead the way, I'll go have a look."

"Tongzi, they have no sensation all over and can't stand—what symptom is this?"

Tongzi, wrapped in his little blanket and lazing in the system space, rubbed the unknown substance at the corner of his eye: "Maybe the nerves or some important spot were injured; I've seen this written in novels like that."

Wuyue:...

Well damn, I'm just a good fellow, this is basically asking for loneliness!

I'll go check it out first; later you help me scan and examine it.

"What about the scanning fee?"

Tongzi scratched his toe, looking at Wu Yue with something to say but holding back.

"Don't worry, this little bit of money I don't even care about."

Wu Yue gritted her teeth; when it's a matter of life and death, the money-grubbing system only sees points in its eyes—I really want to punch his dog head to pieces.

"Hehe, you naturally don't care about this small amount of money, because what you usually owe isn't small change."

"Ah, we seem to be arriving soon—don't forget to scan."

Tongzi:...

Dog host, you really think I can't feel it when you obviously change the subject like this?

Yuan Lang wouldn't have another tiger outside, would he?

But thinking about his past habit of cutting off his own peach blossoms, I inexplicably feel no worry at all.

Yuan Lang, when silent, dressed in a human-tiger guise, actually presents a cold, arrogant, noble bearing.

But as soon as he speaks, he's definitely the kind of person who has no friends.

So saying, Yuan Lang's existence proves that in this world, a poisonous mouth knows no gender.

The next day, Wu Yue, who usually wakes up naturally, actually got up unusually early, to the pity of the backyard rooster, which had just shaken out its feathers, stretched its neck ready to crow twice, when a big clump of fresh green grass smashed onto its head.

Ga!

The fine, mighty, sturdy big rooster almost got knocked into making a duck's call.

Although inwardly full of resentment, upon seeing the tasty green grass before it, it still hopped over and pecked away with relish.

The early rooster gets grass to eat—ancient wisdom truly does not deceive me.

Wu Yue naturally didn't know the rooster's thoughts; after feeding the backyard livestock, she dashed off to the front yard to check the plant fibers she had dried yesterday.

Perhaps because it had been aired for an afternoon, the outer layer of hemp had turned dry and pale yellow, but the innermost layer still retained some green hemp.

Wu Yue ruefully slapped her forehead; yesterday she shouldn't have been lazy—if she'd built another rack to air-dry, today perhaps everything would have been dry.

After carefully organizing the dried hemp on one side, Wu Yue hoisted her small bamboo basket again, preparing to wander around the back mountain.

Just a few steps out, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind me.

I turned my head, doubtful, and saw several Beastman Warriors smeared with blood chasing after me from behind.

「Lord Shaman Yue。」

They looked quite disheveled, Wu Yue frowned: "What happened to you?"

「Lord Shaman Yue, we went to a few small tribes a few days ago to work, but because it was somewhat far from our tribe, we went to pick them up。」

「Unexpectedly, on the way back we encountered a ferocious beast; to protect those pure humans, two Beastman Warriors were injured。」

「Although the wounds have healed, for some reason there is no sensation anywhere in the body, and they cannot stand up。」

Wu Yue's expression turned serious, she quickly turned around: "Lead the way ahead, I'll go check."

「Tongzi, there's no sensation throughout the body and they can't stand—what symptoms are these? 」

Tongzi, wrapped in their little blanket and lazing in the system space, rubbed the unknown substance at the corner of their eye: "It's probably nerve damage or something to an important place; I've seen this written in novels like that."

Wuyue:...

Good fellow, I really am a good fellow, this is just asking for loneliness!

I'll go take a look first; later you can help me run a scan.

「What about the scanning fee? 」