Chapter 337 - The Place Where Eagle Beastmen Grew Up (1/2)

He used tree bark to weave a big net with holes that were the size of a fist according to the net weaving method Bai Qingqing invented. He then put in a layer of tree bark, then a layer of thick waxy tree leaves, making a hammock for her.

When they were on the way, he would grab onto the hammock with his claws.

Bai Qingqing’s dejected feelings became a lot lighter due to the children’s arrival. For the sake of her children, she would do her best to take a few bites of the tasteless meat.

Muir had been flying in the forest over the past two days, and Bai Qingqing kept on glancing behind, hoping to be able to catch a glimpse of Curtis and Parker from a corner. After ascertaining that they had thrown the eagle beastmen off track, Muir flew above the canopy and flew even faster and more stable.

Bai Qingqing was unable to see anything in the forest and thus could only lay down to rest with nothing to do. It was hot and sunny, and she was barely able to hold on after covering up with a few layers of tree leaves.

Seven days later, they arrived at their destination.

There were vast plains under them that they couldn’t see the ends. There was lush grass plains, rivers that reflected the blue sky and white clouds, as well as groups of animals that were leisurely eating grass…

Mid-sized black eagles would occasionally fly past in the sky in search of prey.

This place was heaven for the eagle tribe.

It was just that there wasn’t a place that was suitable for residence.

If they were to continue forward, it’d be the sea. There was a stretch of towering black and gray boulders along the edges of the sea, with no hints of grass at all.

Seeing Muir dash straight for the rocks, Bai Qingqing thought that Sea Cliff was an island located in the sea. However, he suddenly glided down, landing on top of a stone cliff.

Bai Qingqing crawled out from the hammock, used her hand to shield from the sun, then looked at the desolate land around her, her mouth agape.

“This is Sea Cliff?”

Bai Qingqing looked up at Muir’s face. The two of them were very close together. When she raised her head, half of her vision was taken up by Muir’s abnormally muscular chest.

Her face flushed up and she turned to look toward the sea.

The sea breeze blew up Bai Qingqing’s long hair, and the hems of her skirt fluttered intensely, creating flapping sounds.

Muir was embarrassed by how desolate the Sea Cliff was, but his eyes were fixed on Bai Qingqing as he replied in a deep voice, “En.”