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Chapter 508 - 388: Who Is It?
The female Beastman struggled to suppress the laughter about to erupt from her throat. "Mhm, I’ve memorized it..."
Wu Yue finally stood up, her legs trembling. ’Good grief, that pose was a real killer on the legs.’
Legs still shaking, she walked over to the edge of the heated platform and sat down. Wu Yue then looked at the female Beastman expectantly. "Your turn. Let me see you do it."
The female Beastman rolled up the Beast Skin sleeves on her arms, puffed out her chest, pushed out her rear, and placed one hand on her knee and the other on her waist.
Then, she slowly raised her head, the corner of her eye twitching nonstop as if some foreign object had gotten into it.
"Did you get sand in your eye?"
The female Beastman, still trying hard to twitch the corner of her eye, said, "No, this is what you were doing. I didn’t realize it would be so difficult."
Wu Yue: "..."
’Nonsense! She refused to believe she’d looked that ridiculous just now!’
"I’m not in the best shape. My eye was twitching because my legs were giving out. You just practice normally, with an adoring gaze."
"But Teng Qian isn’t here!"
The female Beastman fidgeted, a bashful expression on her face.
Wu Yue wanted nothing more than to march over and give her a few good slaps. "Just pretend he’s here and give it a try. I need to see if you’ve got the right gaze."
"Oh, okay~"
The female Beastman nodded, seeming to only half-understand. She then struck the pose but didn’t raise her head for a long time.
Wu Yue’s face darkened. "What are you doing? Did you fall asleep?"
The female Beastman raised her head awkwardly. "I can’t feel any adoration when I’m looking at your face."
Wu Yue: "..."
’It felt like another heavy blow to the chest. Are you a spy sent by the Yan Yan Tribe’s witch? I’m starting to think your purpose here isn’t to learn how to make Teng Qian fall for you, but to exasperate me to death.’
’This is so exhausting!’
She waved her hand weakly. "Just remember the pose from before. When you see Teng Qian, all you have to do is blink your eyes repeatedly. And as you blink, make sure you’re giving him an adoring look."
’Damn, this female is going to kill me. A few more words with her and I’ll die a premature death. Time for a tactical retreat.’
"I have some things to take care of, so I’ll be going now."
With that, she scurried toward the exit on her Short Legs.
"Huh? Blinking and giving an adoring look? Isn’t that a little too much work for my eyes?"
Wu Yue stumbled and spun around, roaring, "Can’t you figure that out for yourself?! I have things to do! Go home and practice on your own!"
’Uh oh!’
Lord Wuyue was angry. The female Beastman shrank back, intimidated.
Even though her own combat prowess was off the charts, she didn’t dare do anything to Wu Yue.
If she dared to so much as poke the frail-looking Lord Wuyue with a single finger, the consequences would be devastating.
She immediately broke into an appeasing smile, then with a WHOOSH, dashed out of the courtyard. In the blink of an eye, she was back, carrying a dressed cow-beast. "This is for you, as thanks for your help today."
She carefully placed the meat in the courtyard, but when she saw the dark expression on Lord Wuyue’s face hadn’t faded, the female Beastman’s heart trembled. She beat a hasty retreat. "I’ll go practice now!"
Her voice drifted back, but she was already gone.
Wu Yue looked at the hunk of cow-beast meat on the ground—it was three times her size. Heh...
’They say female Beastmen are straightforward, not full of cunning thoughts like Pure Humans.’
’But...’
’This particular female Beastman is plenty cunning. The little schemer knew to leave the meat outside the house.’
’Her plan was to hand it over only if she learned something, and if not, she could just grab it on her way out and take it home to eat. Is that it?’
Rubbing her sore, out-of-shape back, Wu Yue marched back to the kitchen to grab a knife.
’I put on such an energetic performance just now. And while, yes, I was partly just enjoying the show, I still put in real effort.’
Therefore, she was going to accept this cow-beast without any ceremony.
Time to butcher it and save it for later.
"La la la~ La la la~" Wu Yue was humming an off-key tune as she cut the meat when the courtyard gate was suddenly thrown open with great force.
’I’m suddenly getting the feeling that someone’s here to stir up trouble.’
She slammed her cleaver down on the cutting board, ready to go outside and let them have it.
"Looord Wuyuuue~"
A voice laced with sobs and excitement drifted in from the courtyard. Wu Yue shivered. ’That voice sounds just like the eunuchs in historical dramas, the ones who cry, "Present your memorials if you have business, court dismissed if not!"’
But having spent a good amount of time with the person, she still recognized the owner of the voice.
She rushed out of the kitchen and, sure enough, there was Chang Ye, sprawled on the ground in the courtyard. His hair was a mess, and he looked as if he’d been completely ravaged. When he saw her, he stretched out a hand dramatically, as if pleading for his life. "Lord Wuyue~"