Chapter 342 - Jeans Old Nest (1/2)

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“Of course,” Muir confirmed her suspicions without thinking.

Bai Qingqing leaned against a tree trunk that was as thick as a water tower and rubbed her temples.

If she told the merfolk tribe that Jean was in the City of Beastmen, they were bound to immediately go there and take her away. They might even kill the ape king.

Those of a different kind was sure to be of a different heart. Such a mindset would surely be more prominent here. How could a merfolk tribe tolerate an ape tribe?

Furthermore, in the eyes of the merfolk tribe, the ape king took away the only female in their tribe. They probably considered him to be no different from a feral beast.

However… if Jean defended the ape king and enabled them and the merfolk tribe to coexist peacefully, she would be surrounded by enemies.

At that point, this place would no longer be safe.

I’ll just wait and see if the disaster the ape king talked about will come. If it turns out to be fake, I can be a swindler too. Who cares?

She still had a way to make herself appear to be a divine being.

Using honey, making ants eat leaves in different shapes—methods of swindling people like these were everywhere on TV. Bai Qingqing could use her knowledge of physics and chemistry to come up with a few.

“I’ll carry you back,” Muir said, seeing that Bai Qingqing quietly stood still.

Bai Qingqing nodded as she was no longer interested in exploring the territory.

They roasted their dinner on the top of Sea Cliff. When the sun set, the temperature dropped.

Bai Qingqing gazed at the setting sun with her back to the bonfire.

The setting sun barely hovered above the coastline, making the clouds in the horizon appear like gorgeous, exaggerated carvings, and dyeing the sea red.