Chapter 349 - Wait for Me to Pick You Up (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“Eagle beastman, you’ve invaded our territory.”

The green-haired young beastman pointed to the front and bellowed, his gaze only landing on the petite female next to the eagle beastman for an instant before turning his gaze away in disdain.

As the young beastman’s voice rang out, over 100 peacocks flew over from all directions, surrounding Bai Qingqing and Muir. The big tree beaming with life instantly looked even lusher.

Bai Qingqing hid behind Muir, lowering her head, letting her trailing hair covering up two-thirds of her face, leaving only her nose and mouth exposed outside. She looked like a diffident ugly girl.

This wasn’t like what she had imagined. The place seemed to be repulsive against outsiders. Could it be that she was too ugly and they were in disdain toward her?

Muir extended one of his arms, protecting and gently consoling her. He then spoke to the green-haired young beastman.

“We’ve been chased by a feral beast. Qingqing is pregnant and it isn’t convenient for her to travel. We only came to seek help because we were left with no choice.”

“En?” Bai Qingqing looked up toward Muir, her eyes twitching.

Hey! The feral beast you’re referring to can’t possibly be Curtis, right? What’s going on?

Muir pressed down Bai Qingqing’s head with one hand, and she saw the grass that popped up through her toes, trying to think back on what Muir said.

Muir’s way of saying things were good. He turned the attention from the eagle beastmen to the feral beast that everyone detested. That way, no beastman would doubt her background.

No ordinary female would be chased after by groups of males. This was something that the peacock tribe better not know about.

“You guys are aware of how rare children are. You can’t possibly leave us to die.” Muir stared at the peacock tribe’s males with a sincere gaze.

The young beastman’s dark green brows were furrowed, and his expression seemed to be that of annoyance. After assessing the female in the eagle beastman’s arms, he realized that, although her skin wasn’t considered tanned, it looked dirty. There was a black-red snake spousal mark on her left ankle that stood out a lot.

“Snake beastman?” The young beastman asked.

“That’s right,” Muir replied.

The young beastman nodded. The spousal print on her leg showed that the female and the snake beastmen had a bond. The eagle beastman didn’t lie.