Free Web NovelChapter 523: Chapter 393: The Chosen Witch and Poor Teng Qian
"Don’t mind him, he’s just a drama queen!"
Yuan Lang’s mouth twitched. He was all too familiar with that wailing Beastman’s voice. It was none other than Teng Qian.
"Is that Teng Qian?"
The Beastman’s shouts were so heart-wrenching that Wu Yue didn’t recognize him at first, but one look at Yuan Lang’s disgusted expression was all it took for her to guess.
Yuan Lang nodded, his expression dark. "It’s him. He must have provoked someone again."
"We should still go take a look. I feel like his screams are especially pitiful today."
Apparently, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang weren’t the only ones who heard Teng Qian’s miserable cries. When the two of them walked out of the cave, a large crowd of tribe members had already gathered in the clearing ahead.
But...
Wu Yue stared at the center of the crowd, dying of curiosity. ’Why is everyone laughing so hard while that guy Teng Qian is screaming his head off? Is this one of those situations where his misery is our entertainment?’
’It must be one of those tragedies you share to make everyone happy.’
The flames of gossip burned brightly within her. Wu Yue grabbed Yuan Lang’s hand and started squeezing her way into the crowd.
"Let go of me! Ooh~ I’m tellin’ you! Ooh!
"I don’t like your type of female! You can’t force love! Even if you force me to be your mate, I won’t be good to you!"
Listening to Teng Qian’s struggling cries all the way, the two finally squeezed into the inner circle. It was just...
Seeing Teng Qian’s pathetic state, Wu Yue’s eyes went wide. ’Wow, this scene is a little intense!’
A powerfully built female was sitting on Teng Qian’s abdomen, firmly cupping his cheeks with both hands. Her thick lips were puckered, leaning down to kiss the Beastman beneath her.
Teng Qian struggled violently, looking like a virtuous maiden being defiled. "Let go of me! My purity!"
"I never would have guessed Teng Qian was such a conservative man."
Yuan Lang chuckled dryly. "..."
’Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about Teng Qian?’
’Conservative or not, it depends on the person. If it were him facing a female like that, he would definitely be even more conservative than Teng Qian.’
"Don’t you like my powerful build? Didn’t you praise my beautiful moves before?"
The female slave straightened Teng Qian’s face, struggling to give him a loving smooch.
Teng Qian, in agony, reached a desperate hand out to the surrounding tribe members for help. "I was just watching the show! I was just talking nonsense! Who told you to strike poses like that in front of my home?! Ooh~ Let go of me!"
The female giggled. "Oh, come on. You obviously like it, so why are you being so stubborn? Is it because so many tribe members are watching and you’re embarrassed?"
With that, she stood up, scooped up Teng Qian, tucked him under her arm, and sprinted off in some direction.
Leaving only clouds of dust swirling in the clearing.
"Looks like that boy Teng Qian’s spring has arrived."
Yuan Lang didn’t step in to help. After all, he was certain that the female, whose Cultivation Level was lower than Teng Qian’s, could never have carried him off like that if he wasn’t at least partially willing.
"Let’s go, we... huh?"
He turned, about to say something to the little female beside him, but her strange expression caught his attention. "What’s wrong with you?"
"Aren’t we going to save Teng Qian?"
Wu Yue gave a strained laugh and pointed in the direction the two Beastmen had disappeared.
"Teng Qian’s Cultivation Level is higher than that female’s. If he really wanted to struggle and get away, it would be no problem at all.
"The fact that she could capture him meant he was only putting up a token resistance."
Wu Yue reached out and grabbed Yuan Lang’s arm. "Really?"
Only then did the Beastman notice the little female’s odd behavior. "What is it?"
Wu Yue glanced at him furtively. "That female... I know her."
Hearing this, Yuan Lang raised an eyebrow. For some reason, he suddenly had an inkling that Teng Qian’s ordeal today was inextricably linked to the little female.
"A few days ago, she came and asked me if there was any way to make Teng Qian her mate, so I taught her a few of those... you-know-what poses..."
Yuan Lang’s brow arched higher. "And what kind of poses are ’you-know-what’ poses?"
Wu Yue traced an S-shaped curve with her hands. "You know, those very seductive poses where you stick out your chest and your butt. Didn’t Teng Qian say he liked that type before?"
Yuan Lang looked speechlessly at the little female before him.
’Does Teng Qian like females who are even more muscular than he is?’
’You must have some colossal misunderstanding of his aesthetic taste.’
"You really do understand Teng Qian’s preferences. I wonder when you’ll show me the moves you taught that female?"
