CHAPTER 765: [745] BEAST WORLD FARMING 55 (1 UPDATE)_2

And indeed, just as Pan Lin had imagined, they were caught up by Beining in less than half a day, blocking their path.

Pan Lin fought to the death, but Beining directly cut off his tail, seized his vital spot, and lifted him high into the air, smirking at her, who looked frail and helpless.

"Those three are still lying half-dead at the tribe’s entrance. If you want this one to bleed to death or to be eaten by wild beasts, I can easily finish them off."

Tangtang shivered from the cold, and Beining’s appearance made her painfully aware of the consequences of their disparity in strength. As she watched Pan Lin’s severed tail and the bright red blood soaking a large patch of the white snow, her heart clenched, "Let him go, I’ll go with you."

"Not bad, a clever girl. Although you’re a bit ugly, your mind is sharp—beneficial for my future achievements. I, Beining, only a female with such exceptional intelligence could be worthy of me."

It was only then that Tangtang remembered the makeup on her face. Though she hadn’t had time to eat the fruit, it didn’t matter, she had space—a secret this expert could never imagine.

Perhaps sensing that Tangtang had no fight left, Beining carelessly tossed Pan Lin in front of her.

Tears streaming down her face, Tangtang hugged Pan Lin’s snake head, tenderly stroking his face, "Don’t struggle anymore, go back and heal properly. I’ll take good care of myself, you all have to be okay, not one less. When spring comes and flowers bloom, I’ll come back for you. Be good and don’t act tough. Wanshou City has many powerful beings; without sufficient strength, you must preserve your own, understand?"

In the end, Beining forcefully slung Tangtang over his shoulder, ignoring her crying and struggling, and charged with her into the blizzard.

Pan Lin, lying on the ground, eventually couldn’t hold on and fell unconscious in the snowstorm, later to be taken back to the Nandi Clan by the arriving Eagle Clan members.

The ordeal of Tangtang’s four Beastmen brought tremendous panic and unease to the normally sedate and comfortable Nandi Clan.

And the Nandi Clan spared no effort in treating Pan Lin and the others. Despite a winter no longer cold, Tangtang’s home was steeped in gloom, filled with regret and frustration.

After leaving the warmth of the Nandi Clan, Tangtang fell ill. In a groggy state, her mouth was filled with horrible-tasting medicines by Beining.

She could no longer remember how she had survived the past few days, what she had eaten, or what she had drunk. It was either feeling cold one moment, hot the next, drifting in heaven, or tortured in hell—an extreme agony.

When she next awoke, she found herself in a straw nest in a hut. The nest was laid with thick straw and fur, and she was wrapped multiple layers thick, but her hands and feet still felt ice-cold, as the furs were far from skin-hugging, and the room was as cold as an ice cellar.

’Gurgle...’ Her stomach silently cried out, seemingly telling her she hadn’t eaten in days.

Smelling the sour stench of sweat on her body, she guessed it was due to a cold causing her to sweat. That she was still alive was a mercy from above. Where in the world was this accursed place, and where had that damned Beining gone?

She wanted to stealthily grab something to eat from her space to fill her stomach, but dared not risk it due to the Beastmen’s keen sense of smell.

Especially now, her face, without needing to look, was undoubtedly a frightful sight. In the Nandi Clan, she had bathed every few days, but now, having left the Nandi Clan, she couldn’t even think of bathing for a month, let alone a few days.

The change of environment, bodily discomfort, and the immense panic made her "elder aunt" arrive amidst such circumstances.

The unstoppable flow of blood beneath her filled her with dread, not knowing what to do. In the Nandi Clan, she had hot water and clothes to change into, but what did she have here?

She had nothing, and she even dared not carelessly take anything out of her space, fearing that the man would notice her uniqueness and unravel her secret, destroying any possibility of escape.

Every time her "elder aunt" visited Tangtang, her stomach didn’t hurt; it was just an uncomfortable heaviness. But she hadn’t expected that this time, as if Heaven was punishing her, a sharp pain accompanied by clots of blood flowed from beneath her. What to do? This broken house had nothing but animal skins, bones, and meat.

Could it be that she was in Wanshou City?

Just as Tangtang was at a loss, the sound of someone stepping on snow ’crunch crunch’ seemed to approach from outside. Her ears twitched.

The footsteps were indeed heading toward her.

Soon, a tall figure reached the doorstep, shaking off the snow, removing the straw cape and fur hat, before turning around.

The cold, aloof face with sharp, profound brown eyes was revealed. Tangtang sat up straight and could look up at him.

As their eyes met, she could see the fleeting joy in his gaze, swiftly vanishing, replaced by solemnity.

"You’re in heat?" The term for her menstruation was in heat, and she wanted to ridicule this phrase more than once.

Tangtang gave him a faint look, saying nothing. Beining walked over, took a deep breath, and confirmed she was indeed in heat.

Annoyed, he ruffled his messy hair, "What do you usually do? Just lie there and do nothing? Or what? I don’t know how to take off your clothes. Have these past days been too hard on you? Do you need to wash up?"

Tangtang looked at him as if he were a fool, then glanced around and chuckled coldly.

"In a place like this, I’m lucky not to be dead. And you want me to wash up? Do you even have the means for that?"