CHAPTER 767: [746] BEAST WORLD FARMING 56 (2 UPDATES)_2

Don’t all females like to follow the strong?

Looking across the entire continent, how many people reach a Seven-Patterned Beast at the age of sixty-six?

Beining took pride in his strength, so why did it seem so utterly ineffective in front of this Purple Mink?

Tangtang hugged her arms tightly, no, it was too cold, so cold that her whole body trembled. She subconsciously shrank further into the cave and looked at Bei Ning with eyes full of anger.

"In such cold weather, you took me out of the Nandi tribe, thinking it was for my own good, yet I almost died. Even now, my teeth are chattering from the cold. This place is warm enough, and I’m already in such a state, how do you think I can survive the Cold Season in your drafty thatched hut? If you have any sense, you’ll send me back immediately, or else I won’t let you off even as a ghost!"

Because it was too cold, Tangtang’s voice trembled, and Bei Ning hurriedly covered her with the beast skin he held in his arms.

"You mean to say that only the houses of the Nandi Clan are warm?"

Despite being wrapped in the beast skin, Tangtang still shivered, looking as though she was just recovering from a severe illness, weak and starving.

"Don’t tell me this is Wanshou City. Does Wanshou City look like this? Where is the city? The walls, the watchtowers, the City Lord’s Mansion?"

Bei Ning looked at her in astonishment: "You’ve never been to Wanshou City?"

Tangtang gave him a sidelong glance and didn’t speak. "This is Wanshou City. What you call Wanshou City is just a tribe composed of many tribes. There is no such thing as the walls you speak of. Is the wall at the entrance of your tribe the one? Indeed, it’s strong enough, but how is it made?"

Tangtang touched her forehead and felt somewhat weak. She retreated to the deepest part of the cave and then looked at the lion in front of her who was neither gentlemanly nor perceptive, "I’m hungry. Go get me something to eat."

Bei Ning noticed her pale complexion, especially the way she huddled, which was pitiful. It seemed she was healthier when she first left the Nandi Clan. Could it be that his methods of care were incorrect?

Knowing that she couldn’t run away, Bei Ning simply went to find food first.

As soon as he left, she couldn’t hold back anymore and immediately took out the meat and vegetable steamed buns she had made before and began devouring them.

Because she was so hungry, she looked a bit frightening and almost choked herself. Luckily, she had prepared hot water in the space, which she drank and immediately felt revived.

After downing four steamed buns, Tangtang finally felt her shriveled and sour stomach coming back to life.

To avoid the strong odor, she even took the time to rinse her mouth and moved away from her previous spot to another corner of the cave.

Ironically, it was in this corner that she stumbled upon a lush patch of ephedra, which is excellent for inducing sweating and dispelling the cold, reducing swelling, and relieving symptoms of colds, chest discomfort, coughing, bronchial asthma, and more.

Who would have thought that in such cold weather, it could still thrive with such vitality – it was truly incredible.

Tangtang looked at the ephedra. Although it wasn’t the best time to harvest, she still picked some because her condition was not good. If she fell ill again, she might indeed face death.

So, she chewed on a few sprigs, partly to cover up the taste of the buns she had eaten and, in a way, to medicate herself directly, as her body really was quite uncomfortable.

When Bei Ning came back, Tangtang was shocked because he was actually carrying a large chunk of meat, and since there was no firewood, he even threw the meat directly into the hot spring to soak, saying, "Soak it for a while until it softens, and then I’ll slice it for you to eat!"

Tangtang couldn’t remember how many years it had been since she last ate raw meat. She never anticipated that switching to a different tribe would feel like regressing decades.

Such a stark regression was truly terrifying.

She shook her head in refusal, "No, I don’t eat raw meat. Back home, I eat cooked meat, not only that but also hot soup, rice, steamed buns, various vegetables, sweet potatoes, fruits. I haven’t eaten the things you’re giving me in years. Cold and hard things like this will upset my stomach. I won’t eat it, absolutely not!"

Bei Ning looked at her unbelievingly as she continuously backed away, and then glanced at the meat soaking in the water, recalling what she had just said.

"Not eat raw meat? Hot soup? You mean lighting a fire? There’s no firewood to ignite right now, and in such a heavy blizzard, it’s impossible to find any."

Tangtang wanted to cry but couldn’t, because she was truly cold, and although damp, the stones here were warm, which was much better than returning to that small, cold, draughty hut.

"I just can’t communicate with you. If you don’t want to watch me die, send me back to my original tribe. I can’t survive here, and I don’t want to go back to that wooden house with you. It’s too cold—truly, way too cold."

Tangtang, shivering with cold, huddled into a ball, feeling her body temperature seemingly rising a bit again, and with her runny nose and coughing, she clearly showed the symptoms of wind-cold illness.