Surviving in the Beast World with a System-Chapter 224: Yuan Lang’s Sour Face

The surrounding Half beastmen all stole cautious glances at Wu Yue. The tall, strapping Half beastman Warriors drooped their black wolf ears in unison. For the ones who were recovering well, even their tails wagged with a bit of apprehension.

For some reason, facing this small female who had saved them, the Half beastmen who’d been caught not taking their medicine properly felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

This was especially true after hearing that she had faced danger just to gather herbs for them. Their guilt only deepened.

After checking the Half beastman Warriors’ injuries, she saw that thanks to the herbal treatments, bolstered by their own powerful self-healing abilities, most of them had been cleared to move around inside the thatched hut.

Another wave of cheers erupted.

After reminding the Half beastmen once more about taking their medicine and changing their poultices, Wu Yue left the thatched hut.

She turned, only to nearly run into a wall of flesh. When she looked up, she saw it was Yuan Lang.

However, the Beastman’s face was incredibly dark at the moment. ’He looks like he’s been digging in an African mine for the past few months.’

Wu Yue was puzzled. ’Didn’t he say he was going to get food? Why does he look so foul? Did someone actually dare to give a Beastman Warrior a hard time?’

"What’s wrong? Why the foul look?"

Yuan Lang looked at the confused expression on the small female’s face and sighed deeply.

He had been standing just outside the thatched hut, watching her. She had been helping the Half beastman Warriors inside change their herbal poultices without any hesitation or hint of shyness.

This made him all the more certain of his suspicion that she came from a Female Venerate Country.

’So, is the reason I’ve never been interested in females because my tastes are... a bit unusual?’

"It’s nothing. I probably just got some smoke in my face from roasting the meat."

With that, he raised a hand and tucked a stray strand of hair back from her forehead. "Come on, let’s go eat. It won’t be as good if we let it sit any longer."

Wu Yue looked at him with anticipation. "Is it a Two-legged Beast?"

Wu Yue had fallen in love with the meat of the Two-legged Beast ever since she’d eaten it with the tribe’s females while they were building the houses.

The meat from prey in the Beast World was generally quite tough. It was fine when eaten raw, but when roasted or stir-fried, the final product always ended up a bit hard, no matter how carefully it was cooked.

It was something she couldn’t get used to.

But the Two-legged Beast was different. Its meat was very tender, and it tasted delicious when cooked.

Seeing her eager expression, much of Yuan Lang’s gloominess dissipated. He couldn’t help but smile. "Of course. It’s the prey you specifically asked for."

The other Beastmen in the tribe had found it very strange when he returned from hunting a Two-legged Beast, as the creatures had very little meat and could fly.

The Beastman Warriors generally didn’t bother hunting small prey that was hard to catch and offered so little meat.

In the same amount of time, they could have hunted several large animals.

By the time the two of them reached the fire, the Beastman Warriors from the Snow Tiger Tribe were already crouched around it, roasting meat.

Ever since Wu Yue introduced them to the wonders of roasted meat, these Beastman Warriors had charged headlong down that path, never to look back.

The Beastman from the Black Wolf Tribe in charge of distributing food was also frustrated. For the past few days, he couldn’t figure out what was up with this bunch from the Snow Tiger Tribe; they were eating more than the Grunt Beastmen.

Seeing her approach, the Beastmen enthusiastically invited Wu Yue to try their roasted meat, their eyes shining with an almost desperate eagerness.

But when Wu Yue saw their pitch-black mouths, she decisively refused. "I’m in the mood for a Two-legged Beast today, heh heh."

’With that soul-destroying color, I’d rather not be the one testing for poison.’