Chapter 89: Note This Bite First

Just now, Shan Yan kept feeling that the murderous intent in the other's eyes seemed to turn into claws, gripping the side of his neck, making Shan Yan almost think he was about to die.

It seems that from now on… it's better to stay far, far away from that capricious male beast!

The black‑haired male beast that had scared everyone away now sits beside Lin Manzhi, its murderous aura completely gone, none of the earlier imposing presence remains.

He slowly furrows his brows, his blue eyes looking toward Lin Manzhi, the pupils flickering, his voice low and gentle: "They don't lack food, they came to me, wanting to use me to form a faction within the tribe."

Lin Manzhi turns her head to look at Mo Lie.

Mo Lie's eyes are deep, his lips slightly upturned: "They conceal their intentions, claiming to think of me when they come, so I press them with my power. Lin Manzhi, you don't think I'm too indifferent, do you?"

Is he explaining this to himself?

Under Mo Lie's gaze, Lin Manzhi lightly blinks: "I don't think you're indifferent. If it were me, I wouldn't agree to become the hunting team leader either."

1: After going out, I'd have to take on the affairs of seven or eight people.

2: Officially joining the tribe's internal conflicts.

3: There's no benefit at all.

Lin Manzhi looks at Mo Lie, smiles, "Given our current situation, it's not good to attract too much attention in the tribe, and besides we don't lack food, so why cooperate with them?"

Mo Lie lowers his eyes, his gaze landing on the smiling Lin Manzhi.

Little Female tilts her head, the black eyes clearly reflecting her own image, as if she only sees Mo Lie, an irrational favoritism like lovers, sweetly saying:

"I don't care how they'll view you later; the most important thing is we lock the door and live our own good days."

He gives a short chuckle, lifts his hand to rub Lin Manzhi's head, "Hmm, I only care about what you think of me, Lin Manzhi."

Lin Manzhi squints slightly, lifts her hand to pull Mo Lie's hand off her head and brings it forward.

The hand is beautiful, the knuckles pale and slender, the joints slightly protruding; held in her palm it feels like a piece of white jade with a faint chill, making Lin Manzhi want to bite the hand that's tangled her hair.

Let this hand keep touching my head!

She slightly bares her teeth, crimson lips like frozen revealing white teeth, "If I mess up my hair again, I'll bite you! I'm also a human with sharp teeth…"

She lifts her head, meeting Mo Lie's blue eyes with a smile; a strange heat rises at her ears, and she clumsily lets go of his hand.

Mo Lie watches Lin Manzhi raise an eyebrow slightly, lifts his freed hand, reaches toward her again, his sleeve sliding down to reveal a cold‑sensing white wrist.

His voice is slightly hoarse, tone containing a hint of expectation: "For you to bite."

Lin Manzhi seems as if the air burned her, suddenly steps back a bit, then rises from the rug.

Wait… this makes me look timid, doesn't it!

She, as if making an excuse, extends her hand, taps Mo Lie's wrist lightly with her finger, clears her throat, and says seriously: "I recall the Leopard tribe should be warm, and since your body temperature is low from injury, let's note this bite first."

After speaking, she walks out without looking back, intending to take the spoon and collect some water from the hollow fruit on the Water Pavilion tree that looks like a Water Bag, let it settle, then use it for cooking and drinking.

Mo Lie lets out a light laugh, puts his hand down and follows; his face regains its usual expressionless look, though his blue eyes still hold a hint of amusement, and he takes the wooden spoon from Lin Manzhi's hand.

He says, "Let me do it, Lin Manzhi, you go back and rest."

Lin Manzhi releases her hand and steps aside, admiring the overly handsome man as he reaches to lower a branch of the Water Pavilion, gently twisting the Water Bag; a stream of water flows from the opening at the top of the bag, slowly filling the earthen jar placed on the ground.

Emptying a Water Bag that holds several liters of water requires some patience.

Lin Manzhi leans back relaxed, her back against the windowsill, looks up at the azure sky and says, "The rainy season is over, and I don't know when the Flower Leopard will come; I think I'll go to Kuangsha City in the next few days to sell some lettuce."

One can't have no money in hand.

Mo Lie: "Flower Leopard?"

Lin Manzhi: "Uh… that's Hua Zheng; his Beast Form is a Flower Leopard, I thought it would be easier to remember."

"Hmm." Mo Lie gives a low laugh, "Tell me when you want to go, I can take you, no need to wait for him."

Lin Manzhi: "……"

In the scorching desert!

She ponders for a moment, then heartbreakingly refuses: "Let's wait a bit longer; we used the carriage frames to make cabinets, so it's not good to dismantle them again."

Mo Lie, nonchalantly, "It's simple, I…" also wants to know how the Iron Claw Gang is doing over there.

"That's not the point." Lin Manzhi interrupts Mo Lie.

There will be no rain in the desert thereafter; if Mo Lie leads her across the desert to Kuangsha City, it can be done, but there's no need to exhaust themselves.

If Mo Lie were in his prime, she wouldn't worry at all, but she still remembers his physical condition.

Deep down, Lin Manzhi cares most about Mo Lie's wound; if she lets him lead her out, setting aside the desert's difficulty, they might encounter bandits and have to fight in Beast Form, and that shattered Spirit Core might become even more seriously damaged—what to do!

Lin Manzhi shakes her head, refusing firmly: "I think later is fine."

People can't help but reminisce; in the afternoon, the Hua Zheng that Lin Manzhi and Mo Lie talked about sits squatting among a cluster of desert rocks under the setting sun.

It is night.

The chief of the Rosangya tribe took part of the people to Ansen City; a group of male beasts formed a hunting party and left, leaving behind only females and the old, weak, and infirm.

To prevent exotic beasts from invading at night, the entrance of the Rock Wall is tightly blocked by countless massive stones.

Hua Zheng feels his way forward, sees the entrance's thousand‑pound boulder; he could move it, but the noise would surely awaken the Beastfolk of the Rosangya tribe.

He lacks an Ansen City Beastfolk identification tag; if discovered, he would inevitably be pursued by the nearby Ansen City garrison.

Unable to move the boulder blocking the gate, Hua Zheng wants to enter the tribe to find the master, standing in the dark corner of the wall, looking up at the rock wall towering dozens of meters.

That's not difficult for him.

He also knows a bit of climbing.

He no longer delays, grabs a corner of the upper rock for leverage, his body tenses and springs upward; the next moment, his hands silently seize a six‑meter‑high rock slab.

In the darkness, a tiny figure darts up the rock wall, and soon reaches the far side; the night‑watch male beasts of the tribe didn't notice any movement here at all.