Chapter 192 - Lesson, Hang You on the Tree (1/2)

Nan Xun noticed this and reacted unconsciously. She shrieked and slapped his face.

Fuck, this bastard actually stared at my chest, you can glance at it, but you still kept looking!

Maybe it was because this man had rough skin and thick flesh, but Nan Xun’s slap was neither light nor heavy to him. Instead, he regarded it as her flirting with him.

In spite of Nan Xun’s death struggle, the man rubbed his big palm vigorously on the place that he had been staring at. He muttered, “how soft,” then buried his head in it.

Nan Xun cried out “ahh,” hit his head, and kicked him.

The other person really had thick rugged skin, and didn’t feel any pain at all. In the next moment, he carried Nan Xun and ran away from the tribe.1

This man’s strength was too strong, Nan Xun couldn’t resist.

On the ground, there was food that he had just hunted. It was an animal that was very similar to a wild boar, except its tusks were sharper and longer, and its body was larger. This wild boar was obviously young, and weighed 150 to 200kg.

But this man didn’t even want it.

Little Eight responded in hindsight, “Nan Xun, it seems that this person isn’t from A’Xi’s tribe!”2

The man dashed through the jungle. Even carrying Nan Xun, he could jump from one branch to another, more flexible than a monkey. With a wave of his arms, he could easily split the branches in his way, more powerful than King Kong.

Nan Xun’s stomach churned and she was about to throw up. She couldn’t help but poke the man’s hard back. “Hey, can we rest for a while? If you carry me like this, I’ll vomit!”

The man paused for a moment before continuing. Nan Xun realized that she was speaking in her mother tongue, and not the language of the ancients. So, she changed the language and repeated her previous words.

The man glanced back to make sure that no one was following him, then put her down.

The man looked Nan Xun up and down— with special attention to her plumper areas— several times. The more he looked, the more satisfied he was. Then he said, “Woman, you look really good and have a nice figure. I like you, give me a baby.”3

His voice was deep, rich, and powerful.

Nan Xun was terrified of this ancient man’s straightforwardness.

Give me a baby? Give birth to a newborn!

Suddenly, Nan Xun bent the corners of her mouth and smiled very brightly. She held out her right index finger, lightly hooked it towards the savage in front of her, and gently said, “You come over here.”

The man was visibly stunned for a moment. His mouth raised slightly, and his eyes had a trace of joy.

“You smile so well⁠— it looks better than your chest.” The man’s expression was serious, but the words he said were unbearable. “I want to have a baby with you right now,” the man continued, reaching for Nan Xun as soon as he finished speaking.

Nan Xun couldn’t bear it. She waved her right hand and sprinkled some white powder on his face.

The man’s eyes widened in surprise and he pointed at her. After that, his over-2-meters-tall body swayed twice, and he fell to the ground with a thump. The dead leaves disturbed by his fall almost hit Nan Xun in the face.

Nan Xun ruthlessly kicked the man’s body a few times before saving her energy. Anyway, this savage was thick-skinned and wouldn’t die.

“Little Eight, thanks for the strong drug you gave because of our friendship. Otherwise, this big sister would be pressed to make pancakes with this savage.”

Little Eight shyly said, “Short oil, you’re welcome ah. Grandpa has so many kinds of strong medicine, poison, and pills. How will you deal with this savage ah? Do you want to directly ‘kacha’ him?”

Nan Xun stomped on the savage’s sturdy back, thought for a moment, and then mercifully said, “Except for forcibly trying to brew soy sauce with me, this savage hasn’t done anything. Forget it, don’t be so rude. We’ll just tie him up and hang him on the tree.”