Chapter 437: Protected Wu Yue and Yuan Lang

On the other hand, Yuan Lang looked as if he were thoroughly enjoying his chewing.

Is this jerky or a stone? I can't eat it at all.

Wu Yue scrunched her little face, feeling indignant; the meat here was somewhat overbearing—wasn't jerky something she taught her people to make?

Yuan Lang glanced at the jerky in her hand, and the smile at the corner of his lips deepened slightly.

His large, knuckle-prominent hand took the jerky from her and tossed it into his mouth, then he reached out and handed her a lighter-colored piece: "That kind just now is what the beastfolk eat when hunting or stewing at home; eat this one, the meat is more tender."

The light-colored jerky, as soon as it was taken out, gave off a very tempting aroma; one sniff revealed that many seasonings had been added during its making, unlike the previous kind that was so hard it could kill someone.

It could even be pinched with the fingers directly.

This jerky doesn't keep for long, but it tastes great—give it a try.

Wu Yue looked at Yuan Lang: "Did you make this?"

The beastfolk's body stiffened: "Not me; before, slaves handled the food—when would I ever need to do it myself?"

Although he said that, his occasional glances at her jerky with a hint of expectation were still noticed by Wu Yue.

His little tsundere appearance made Wu Yue secretly smile; she tore off a small strip of jerky and popped it into her mouth—the salty fragrance instantly spread in her mouth, quite chewy but not overly hard, the texture was superb.

Wu Yue couldn't help but squint her eyes in enjoyment: "Delicious."

Her little face full of praise: "The person who made this jerky is really skilled; next time we can make more, it'd be good as a daily snack."

Having said that, the corner of her eye caught a sudden flush on the beastfolk's face, even the tips of his ears turning slightly red.

Then I'll go back and have him make more for you.

His own jerky being liked by the little female made Yuan Lang's heart leap with joy.

He had already begun secretly planning to go back and hunt a few more animals with tender meat.

Wu Yue chewed the jerky in her mouth, secretly amused, yet she didn't expose the beastfolk; she just felt sweet inside, more satisfied than eating tasty jerky.

The Mushroom Heads below went out to hunt; perhaps fearing they'd be targeted by the forest's ferocious beasts, when they returned carrying game, they had already cleaned it and cut the meat into chunks of various sizes.

As the sole female in the group, the petite shaman naturally caught Wu Yue's attention first: "That petite female must be the shaman of this squad."

But she was curious: was this little female originally this small?

At night, these people became increasingly cautious, perhaps also realizing that the deep forest was more dangerous at night, with ferocious beast activity more vigorous.

But Wu Yue and Yuan Lang, protected by the barrier, were leisurely lying in the treehouse, contentedly watching the vigilant beastman warriors of the Mushroom Heads tribe below.

"Tongzi, tomorrow I, Yuan Lang, and Cloud Treader will go hunting; you keep watching them, be careful not to be discovered, record any abnormal situation, and report back tonight."

Wu Yue took a rock mineral from her system space and poked the Tongzi, who was rolling over his round belly and snoring loudly asleep.

Lan Pangzi smelled his favorite rock mineral aroma, instantly energized; he kicked his legs and flipped up from the beast-skin mat, his two little paws clutching the rock mineral as he nodded frantically.

"Don't worry, leave this sneaky business to me; I'll definitely record that burly beastfolk letting out a few farts for you."

Wu Yue gave a deadpan look, annoyed, and knocked on his head: "Just record what you should; I really don't want to know how many farts they let out."

Although he said that, Tongzi's stalking career didn't last very long,

The ferocious beast deep forest seemed utterly unfriendly to these outsiders; upon realizing they were penetrating deeper into the deep forest, the Mushroom Heads simply stopped advancing.

They gathered in a hard-to-find cave, their faces solemn.

"Indeed, we shouldn't have casually mocked the Kuma tribe's idiots; little did we expect we'd also get lost."

The petite shaman lay limp on the beast-skin mat, feeling utterly unwell.

They had originally planned to stay and hunt in the intermediate ferocious beast activity zone, but unexpectedly, even though they carefully recorded their routes each day, they unknowingly drifted deeper into the deep forest.

So, after discovering this, their hunting activities over the past few days have not exceeded the range of this cave.

After each hunting activity, they would return here again.

The stalwart beastfolk reached out, lifted the petite shaman onto his lap, tore a piece of tender meat into small, easy-to-eat strips, and handed it to her: "We've been active around here lately; then I'll lead the tribe to look for places we used to live."

"Is that okay?"

The petite shaman was a bit worried; their former dwellings weren't caves, just simple rests in remote mountain valleys, after which they'd continue hunting the next day.

Even processing the game was done far from their dwellings, lest they attract ferocious beasts; after so many days, their scent must have grown very faint.

The stalwart beastfolk's eyes darkened slightly: "We have to try; if we keep going inward, there's only one outcome."

Everyone in the cave felt heavy-hearted; they all knew what awaited them if they continued inward.

Meanwhile, the returning Wu Yue and Yuan Lang also found Tongzi, who was monitoring the Mushroom Heads tribe, lounging on the tree trunk with one leg crossed over the other, looking extremely arrogant.

From time to time he'd bring the rock mineral to his lips and gnaw on it, a pose of utter leisure.

Sensing the approach of his canine host, he hastily rose from the tree trunk.

"These Mushroom Heads have gotten lost just like the Kuma tribe."

Wu Yue and Yuan Lang dismounted from Cloud Treader's back, immediately secured the tent to a big tree, set up the barrier, and the group went inside.

Yuan Lang glanced at the cave where the Mushroom Heads tribe hid: "After entering the intermediate ferocious beast activity zone, aside from our four major tribes that often operate in the ferocious beast deep forest, outside tribes that come in will unconsciously head deeper."

"To survive, one can only stop; there's no other way."

How dangerous the deep forest's depths are, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang know full well; not to mention the poisonous plants and insects there, even a random high-level ferocious beast is beyond their capacity to handle.

Wu Yue took stock of her space's harvest: "The space is almost full; we'll set out to return in these few days, I've left some room to go back and pick some of that tasty fruit."

If they still can't find their way, we'll just bring them out when the time comes.

Looking at the vacant spots in her space reserved for fruit, Wu Yue gazed at the Mushroom Heads in the cave with a very friendly expression.

Yuan Lang knew, that was a gaze that sized up strong labor...

"Captain, we can only find this place; the scent further ahead has long since dissipated."

The stalwart beastfolk stood in the deep forest, his heart unusually heavy.

They have now retreated to the middle of the intermediate ferocious beast activity zone, but the scent they left earlier only suffices to get them this far; earlier still, it's already gone.

After receiving the petite shaman, they found a large tree at their previous resting spot and settled in it.

Living in the tree is far safer than staying directly on the ground.

"I heard from the tribespeople that we could only find this place?"

"The petite shaman felt somewhat anxious; although they had retreated far, they were still in the area where mid-level ferocious beasts live."

"The Beastman Warriors on the trees also gradually became anxious; initially some Beastman Warriors, disbelieving, went to look for the way back, but after discovering they continued to go deeper, everyone gave up."

"There's always a way."

"The sturdy Beastman lifted the petite shaman and placed her on the animal skin mat ahead: 'I'm going out to hunt.'"

"The petite shaman listlessly nodded her head, watching the sturdy Beastman's retreating figure, her mood gloomy."

"If they couldn't return to the tribe before winter, this group would be in danger."

"At this point in time, it's already somewhat late."

"Rourou, there are still others in the deep forest."

"The petite shaman was feeling down, but unexpectedly the sturdy Beastman Aman, who had just gone out to hunt, became somewhat excited and leapt up from beneath the tree."

"Upon hearing his words, the petite shaman also couldn't help but become excited: 'How could it be, at this time the tribes of the Polar Forest aren't preparing winter food?'"

"How could they appear here?"

"The sturdy Beastman recalled the familiar figure he had just seen while hunting, and firmly nodded: 'I definitely didn't mistake it; there was only one male Beastman Warrior and one female pure human.'"

"That Beastman Warrior we had seen before; he was the captain of the Snow Tiger Tribe's hunting party we encountered last time."

"The petite shaman Rourou gasped and covered her small mouth: 'These two people are too bold, right? They actually came in just the two of them; aren't they afraid of being torn to shreds by ferocious beasts?'"

"With a small stature, she boinged up: 'Should we go rescue them?'"

"The sturdy Beastman gazed at her, unable to take his eyes off: 'You'd better stay put; I just saw them, and they're much more at ease than we are. Don't forget, these tribes of the Polar Forest are very familiar with the deep forest.'"

"Having said that, his eyes lit up as he looked at the petite shaman."

"But he saw that she was also looking over."

"He gave two dry coughs: 'Yes, those two are really dangerous; we should go protect them.'"

"Having said that, he reached out, embraced the petite shaman in his arms, and jumped straight down from the big tree."

"At this moment, the sturdy Beastman's so-called dangerous Wu Yue and Yuan Lang were boredly picking green fruits."

"Looking at the several red scratches on his arm, Wu Yue bared his teeth: 'These fruits are tasty, but why are there so many thorns on the branches?'"

"Not only are there long thorns, but a scratch also hurts terribly."

"You think those mushroom heads will come looking for us?"

"While Yuan Lang was putting down the fruit, Wu Yue approached with a laugh and asked."

"The Beastman, with deep-set eyes, glanced in the direction the sturdy Beastman and his group had left: 'Yes, if they want to get out, they'll always think of a way to come find us.'"

"What Yuan Lang and Wu Yue didn't expect was that these mushroom heads had such thick skin."

"Seeing the petite female standing before them, her small face full of worry, constantly saying she wanted to protect them, Wu Yue felt a black line."

"I think we're still quite safe."

"Wu Yue indirectly refused the protection offered by the mushroom-head tribe."

"The petite shaman looked angrily at the beautiful petite female before her: 'I don't want what you think; I want what I think.'"

"Although you are tribes of the Polar Forest and know this place well, you have only a silver-rank Beastman Warrior and a low-level little shaman; it's too dangerous."

"Silver-rank Beastman Warrior·Yuan Lang: '...'"

"Low-level little shaman·Wu Yue: '...'"

"Who would have thought they've become this weak now? I feel inexplicably heartbroken."

"We saw you not long ago on the Snow Tiger Tribe's territory; seeing you again in such a dangerous place must be the Beast God's guidance, letting us come protect you."

"The petite shaman chattered on with her small mouth, sounding utterly sincere."

"Glancing at the layer of small green fruits at the bottom of the two people's back basket, she swallowed, her big eyes watery as she looked at Wu Yue: 'Are these fruits really tasty?'"

"She is petite; when she looks at someone with such a salivating expression, it makes people's noses bleed from cuteness."

"Wu Yue reached out and took a green fruit, handing it to her: 'Try it; it's sweet and sour, delicious. My Tongzi can eat a whole basket every day.'"

"Saying that, he pulled Tongzi's hind legs, chubby and all, into his arms and rubbed him."

"Upon hearing that, the petite shaman handed the fruit in her hand to the sturdy Beastman behind her."

"Seeing the Beastman take a bite, she then felt relieved, rubbing it on her animal skin and bringing it to her lips."

"The next second, that round, chubby little face showed an expression of enjoyment."

"Mmm, good~"

"The sturdy Beastman, hearing that, looked toward Yuan Lang beside him: 'Can we pick some?'"

"The petite shaman doesn't like meat, but she is especially fond of various fruits; however, the fruits in the ferocious beast-inhabited deep forest are all monopolized by the ferocious beasts, making it very dangerous."

"Having finally found a spot unmarked and still very tasty, the sturdy Beastman naturally wanted to stock up some for the petite shaman."

"Wu Yue's watery eyes narrowed, the smile at the corners of his lips deepening a bit, as he had been waiting for you to say that."

"Do you have many tribespeople?"

"She looked at the petite shaman and said."

"The petite shaman glanced at her and Yuan Lang, lifted her chin slightly: 'Anyway, we have more than you.'"

"Wu Yue, feeling embarrassed, scratched his head, then lifted Lan Pangzi in his arms again: 'Could you help me pick some fruit later? My Tongzi needs to eat a lot.'"

"We also plan to stay here tomorrow, picking all the fruit from the trees before leaving."

"Having said that, he placed Tongzi from his arms into the back basket, letting him perform on the spot a big-appetite fruit-eating display."

"All that could be seen was that the originally chubby little beast, with both paws working together, in just a few breaths made the fruit that had just been in the basket disappear without a trace."

"The petite shaman glanced at the basket, then at Lan Pangzi's little belly: 'Indeed, he can eat too much.'"

"Tongzi: '...'"

"Hehe, the little one feels bitter inside, but the little one doesn't say anything, can only silently bear the nickname of a big eater."

Actually, those fruits all entered Wu Yue's system space through Tongzi's mouth.

"No problem, I only need a beast-skin bag of fruit; the rest, let the tribespeople help you pick."

First, build rapport, then let the tribespeople of these two Snow Tiger Tribes take them out...

The petite shaman narrowed her watery eyes; she really is a little clever ghost.