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The boy's gentle smile gave Muen immense courage, and the thought of wanting to have a cub with him resurfaced once again.
In a moment of impulse, he lunged towards Anyuan, only to be caught off guard as Anyuan swiftly kicked out, landing a direct blow to his face.
In an instant, it felt as if the air had frozen. Then, two streams of bright red blood flowed from Muen's nostrils, dripping onto the ground and making him look quite disheveled.
Muen looked down in shock and exclaimed, "Oh my!"
Panicking, he turned and ran out, leaving behind the "culprit," Anyuan, who stood there in a daze. Anyuan thought to himself, "I might have kicked a bit too hard this time. It should be fine, right? He eats so much meat every day; a little blood loss might even lower his cholesterol. Maybe it will make him healthier. Heh, I guess this is a case of hitting the mark by accident."
As he pondered this, he found it somewhat amusing but also felt a twinge of guilt.
By the stream, Muen squatted down, splashing water on his face with a heavy heart. He thought to himself: I am supposed to be a fierce beast, yet here I am, kicked into this state by my own female. How embarrassing!
He picked some leaves at random, crumpled them up, and stuffed them into his nostrils to stop the bleeding. The sight was rather comical.
"Little Female has quite the fiery personality; however... I kind of like it," Muen chuckled foolishly. But with the green leaves stuffed in his nose, his smile appeared even more ridiculous. If anyone saw him at that moment, they would surely burst out laughing.
After what happened with Anyuan being poisoned, Muen realized that living in the cave wasn't a long-term solution. If Little Female fell ill again, there wouldn't even be a shaman around to help—what would he do then?
He was torn inside, contemplating whether or not to take her back to the tribe. She was so beautiful; surely others would covet her once they returned.
Muen truly didn't want to share his female with anyone else and found himself unable to make a decision.
When he returned to the cave, his nosebleed had stopped, and he was still holding two brand new tiger skins. The fur was glossy and looked quite rare.
Anyuan felt a bit embarrassed upon seeing him but still maintained a tough demeanor, saying, "I think your nosebleed has nothing to do with me; it must be because you ate too much lamb and got overheated."
Muen looked at him, his gaze instantly softening, and his heart melted. He quickly replied, "I’m not blaming you; it really is my fault for being overheated."
Hearing this, Anyuan instinctively nodded but suddenly felt something was off—he could actually understand what Muen was saying.
He turned to meet Muen's eyes and noticed an incredible spark in them as well. Anyuan sighed inwardly: this kick had such a miraculous effect; it was truly unexpected! This world was indeed full of surprises.
Muen held a cup of hot fruit tea, hesitating for a while before slowly asking, "Anan, would you like to come back to my tribe?"
"What tribe?"
Anyuan wondered, pondering to himself: Could there be other "monsters" here? Were these "monsters" actually social creatures?
"My tribe is a nomadic beastman tribe with about 300 beastmen in total—around 200 males and about 70 females. It’s relatively safer there, with more abundant food, and we have a Shaman who can heal. I have a spacious cave myself."
Muen explained patiently, leaving Anyuan in a daze, filled with curiosity.
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