CHAPTER 34: CHAPTER 34: SCHEMING FEMALE

Bai Yan was already used to his sister’s way of thinking. He couldn’t be bothered to explain, so he just firmly held onto Bai Qiao. "This has nothing to do with you. You’d better think about how to explain it to Mother."

"You!"

Her brother always liked to block her, and every time, he left her speechless!

But this time, she snuck out without their parents knowing, and they must be extremely angry...

Ever since she was reborn as her mother’s child, it was the first time she had been so far from her parents, all because Craig made her sad.

Jerk! Bad guy! Stubborn man!

Bai Qiao opened her mouth, annoyed as she smacked Bai Yan’s hand away, "Whatever, alright!"

On the other side, the beastmen in a tense standoff continued to confront each other.

But Ku Jia, seeing the beastmen’s imposing momentum, had already reined in his tough stance.

With these strong and battle-wise males here, forcing the females today was impossible; if they pushed them too hard, even returning to the tribe would be difficult...

He took a few steps back, waved his hand at his subordinates, and after the males dispersed, his face returned to a smiling expression, "Don’t be nervous, everyone. Let’s not be nervous, it’s our fault today!"

The chubby beastman, skilled at currying favor, took a large jar of green pills from his bag and walked up to Belinda, "Belinda, this is a specially made healing medicine from the Southern Sea Clan. It can alleviate the internal damage of the males, consider it our token of apology, please accept it."

Edon’s stomach had been pierced, which had worried Belinda, and his choice of apology gift was just right. Without hesitating too long, Belinda reached out to accept it, "I accept your gesture. We will take you back to the Fox Beast Tribe. As for other things... if you want to heal, we have a witch doctor there. Wen Shu is just a weak Second Order female; looking for her won’t help you!"

While she spoke dismissively about Wen Shu, she supported Edon to sit beside Wen Shu, and the other tribe’s beastmen also sat down nearby.

"Alright, we still have to trouble you," Ku Jia nodded with a smile, but turned away with a glint of mockery in his eyes. A Second Order female could heal so many beastmen’s lethal wounds?

This female named Wen Shu was at least Fifth Rank, and importantly, she could heal internal injuries, which was such a rare ability!

These tribe beastmen were really hopelessly foolish.

Behind him, Belinda, whose intelligence had been doubted, was feeding medicine to Edon.

Wen Shu propped her chin and watched her in thought, not yet recovering from the just-past scene.

She hadn’t expected the Fox Beast Tribe to be so united, that scene felt familiar, just like in her original mission team...

And Belinda, with her appearance of being cold outwardly but warm-hearted inside, reminded her of her deceased best friend. If she were still here, maybe Wen Shu wouldn’t be so isolated and end up feared and buried by the leaders among the corpse beasts.

Wen Shu gave a somewhat dazed smile, "Belinda, thank you all."

Hearing her nauseating thanks, Belinda’s hand that was calming Edon froze, and she became uncomfortable all over.

She hesitantly glanced at Wen Shu, met her misty gaze, awkwardly looked away, and said coldly, "Don’t, it’s not for you. It was all thanks to Mious for dealing with the Giant Corpse Beast. I’m just grateful to him, don’t overthink."

Wen Shu almost laughed at her awkwardness, but she went along, "Even so, thank you guys. If you have any trouble in the future, you can ask me for help."

Belinda’s eyes widened. She was so bold. How come she never noticed before?

She reflexively questioned in a disdainful tone, "What can you help with?"

Wen Shu rolled her eyes, letting her gaze fall on Edon, and said with a feigned mysterious smile, "For example, healing your beast husband? Who knows, maybe the beastman from Beast City wasn’t wrong after all?"

Belinda was speechless for a moment. She could heal Edon? Unless the Beast God intervened!

After resting for a while, the beastmen’s injuries were basically under control. Edon was the first to stand up, beginning to lead the beastmen on their journey back.

Wu Xuan’s injuries had mostly healed, and he could already walk on his own. Nan had also recovered quite a bit, and even reached out to hold Wen Shu.

Only Mious, because his chest’s corrosion injury wasn’t treated in time, not only had his wound expanded, but also venom had started seeping into his lungs.

Yet he still leaned against a tree trunk, trembling as he stood up.

Wen Shu stepped forward to support his arm, intending to help him out of the shade.

But Mious froze up, suddenly shrugged her off, "Don’t touch me."

Exerting too much force, he fell directly to the ground.

Looking at his pale face and the wound on his chest that was turning black and oozing pus, Wen Shu felt a wave of helplessness rise in her chest.

She understood that he disliked her, but this wasn’t the time to lose his temper, his injuries were too severe.

She squatted beside him and forcefully pulled up his arm, "Do you really want to die?"

Mious was a bit stunned. He had always been calm and mature from a young age, and no one had ever scolded him before.

His expression turned even more displeased, and he tried hard to pull his arm back from her, saying coldly, "I don’t need your help."

Seeing how stubborn he was, Wen Shu finally understood why he had been so severely injured yet still managed to drag the beastmen back.

Wen Shu resisted the urge to hold her forehead, asking quietly, "How will you get back on your own? Crawl back?"

Mious turned a deaf ear, still keeping a poker face despite his frowning. Wen Shu softened her tone, let go of his arm, and said, "Fine, I won’t touch you. You decide, do you want Wu Xuan or Nan to take you back?"

On the ground, Mious’s expression turned even worse. He didn’t want to choose anyone...

This was completely humiliating for him. His life had always gone smoothly, and he had never been this embarrassed before.

Mious pressed his lips tightly, grabbed onto a tree root, and said in a deep voice, "I can manage on my own."

Seeing him barely moving on the ground, refusing help, Wen Shu felt vexed. He didn’t seem to have a cleanliness obsession ...

That left one possibility—the so-called male dignity.

Wen Shu felt she had found the truth. Was he really willing to risk his life for something so intangible?

The vein in her temple throbbed, and she couldn’t be bothered to ask Mious’s opinion anymore, forcibly hauling him up, and selected Nan, who was the least injured, "Sorry to trouble you, carry him back."

Without a hint of hesitation, Nan reached out to take Mious, but the latter gave him a cold glance and then promptly shrunk his form, transforming into a small black snake as thick as a finger, coiling around Wen Shu’s slender wrist.

The moment her wrist was encircled by a slender, cool presence, Wen Shu got goosebumps all over. She lowered her gaze to her wrist, meeting Mious’s black eyes the size of mung beans, feeling very complicated.

...Does this make it less embarrassing?

She held back the question that popped into her mind, not daring to provoke him further now that Mious finally agreed to accept help.

So she reluctantly tugged at the corner of her mouth, giving a faint smile, "This works too, quite...quite cute."

With that, she ran off to find Wu Xuan, sitting on the Black Panther’s back to chase after the hunting team that had gone far.

And on her wrist, Mious was still hanging his head in a daze, mind filled with Wen Shu’s word "cute."

She actually praised his beast form as cute? Didn’t she know that’s a confession? She still likes him...

Yet, she was getting closer to Wu Xuan and Nan, but becoming colder to him. Today, on his return, he had seen with his own eyes how she bypassed him to look for Wu Xuan.

However, it seemed she hadn’t mated with them yet. Could it be...all her actions were to provoke him?

Back when his father pursued his mother, he had used the same tactic.

Mious’s snake tail slightly perked up, feigning indifference in thought: Cunning female, I won’t fall for it.