Discussing The Correct Posture To Enjoy Dog Food-Chapter 101 - Pineapple Flavored Beastman Gong (19)

Translated by Hua Li ^_~

“Meng Hao, quickly cut out the honey.”

Meng Hao carried a huge honeycomb in his mouth. In order to escape from the black bee beasts, they had traveled thousands of miles. It took all their speed to finally shake off those beasts that were determined to sting them to death.

It had been fifty White Moon Seasons since they left the tribe.

In these years, they wandered far and wide, visiting places that the old priest had once traveled, heard of, and some completely unknown to them. The original host’s negative soul energy was completely reversed when Meng Hao became the Son of the Beast God. With no external pressures, Gou Liang’s life became unprecedentedly relaxed and comfortable.

Every day was either spent eating unique delicacies or exploring the paths to find native delicacies. Whenever he felt like it, he engaged in beneficial physical and mental exercises with Meng Hao. The mission progress had long reached 99%, and he shamelessly enjoyed the nourishment of +100 soul power. His happiness index was simply off the charts.

Just like now.

The golden and translucent honey was cut open, and the fragrance wafted through the air. Gou Liang couldn’t wait to scrape a bit with his fingers and put it into his mouth—his eyes instantly narrowed with happiness.

Indeed, it was worthy of being the honey from the Black Bee Queen, so delicious!

Seeing Meng Hao staring at his finger, Gou Liang took a bit and fed it to him. Meng Hao, with Gou Liang’s finger in his mouth, found the almost tongue-numbing sweetness unpleasant, but he couldn’t bear to let go of Gou Liang’s finger.

Gou Liang leaned over and kissed him on the corner of his mouth, asking with a smile, “Do you want honey-grilled meat for dinner, or honey-glazed fish nuggets?”

Meng Hao bit his finger and said, “You.”

Gou Liang laughed, “Eating it every day, aren’t you afraid of getting tired?”

How could he get tired?

Looking at his curved eyes, filled with joy, Meng Hao’s sense of warmth never diminished. Holding Gou Liang’s finger, when he lowered his head to kiss his lips, suddenly he heard the sound of a broken branch. Immediately, he locked Gou Liang in his arms, and Meng Hao sternly shouted, “Who!”

A small black bear peeked out from behind the trees, timidly looking at them, then looking at the honey, salivating.

“Whose cub is this, and how did it end up here?”

Gou Liang looked at him playfully, and the little bear transformed into a human, only as tall as Gou Liang’s knee, even younger than they expected.

He said, “Big brother, this is our tribe’s sacred mountain. Outsiders can’t come in; otherwise, the Priest will turn them into stone. But if you let me have a bite, I won’t tell the Priest.”

The little bear was not afraid of them but seemed rather naive despite having seemingly shrewd, round eyes.

Gou Liang looked at him with a smile, “Your Priest didn’t tell you that there’s a type of orc that loves to eat cubs like you? As long as we eat you, who would know we’ve been to the sacred mountain?”

But the little beast was not afraid. On the contrary, he looked disdainful, “Huh, even three-year-old females don’t believe such things anymore.”

Gou Liang was surprised, and Meng Hao couldn’t stand seeing Gou Liang deflated, so he roared at the little orc.

He has been in the wild for these years, and even the humanoid roar is more terrifying than the black-armored beasts. This frightened the little beast, who froze all over. He then burst into tears, “Don’t eat me! I’m not tasty at all! Wah, wah, wah.”

Gou Liang laughed triumphantly, finding no shame in teasing a child. He crouched down and pinched the chubby cheeks of the little beast, saying, “Still want to eat honey?”

No matter how scared he was, he couldn’t stop himself from loving honey, so he nodded in tears.

Gou Liang said: “Then let me ask you, what kind of tribe do you belong to? Why don’t outsiders come in here?”

The little orc sobbed and said, “If I told you, will you give me honey?”

Gou Liang: “…Of course ”

The crying stopped immediately, and the little beast answered seriously: “This is the Black Bear Tribe. The reason why the sacred mountain is sacred is that it bears a type of fruit. It produces different fruits throughout the year, even in the White Moon Season, and they are not only delicious but also filling.”

Meng Hao quickly picked two fruits.

Now, it was the Red Moon Season, and the sacred fruit in the little beast’s mouth was red. When cut open, a rich chocolate fragrance emanated.

Gou Liang was surprised, and after taking a bite, he discovered that it was indeed chocolate!

What a pleasant surprise.

While the little beast enjoyed his honey, he didn’t speak about their unauthorized picking of sacred fruit. However, his eyes rolled around, presumably planning to report their actions to the adults when he returned.

Gou Liang said, “I like this taste. Meng Hao, shall we take all the sacred fruits from this mountain?”

Meng Hao said, “Sure.”

The little beast exclaimed, “You can’t do that! The Priest will turn you into stone!

Gou Liang said: “I’m so scared. It’s a pity that he can’t catch me!”

The little orc said, “Even if you run far away, the taste of the sacred fruit will stay on you, and the Priest and my grandpa will find you! Don’t believe me? A few days ago, a black-winged wolf came to steal sacred fruit. In the end, even though it ran to the Red Rock Tribe, my grandpa still caught it and brought it back. The Priest said he would send a letter to its family, and if they didn’t send a lot of dried meat, it would become a slave for a lifetime, and its mate would be taken away by someone else!”

“Black-winged wolf? Where did it come from?”

“Woah—I have to eat honey first before I can tell you.”

The little beast was quite clever. Gou Liang said lazily, “If you don’t tell, I’ll let my partner eat you.”

The little beast glanced at Meng Hao, then humbly disclosed the answer.

Indeed, it was from the Wolf Tribe.

Gou Liang and Meng Hao exchanged a glance, then used a piece of honey to coax the little beast into leading them back to the tribe, where they encountered the pitiful two who had committed the offense.

… They had indeed turned into stone.

The criminals were encased in stone, with only their heads exposed. The punishment for fruit thieves in the Black Bear Tribe was indeed “harsh,” and they had probably been exposed to the sun for several days. Not only were their lips peeled, but their faces were also sunburned.

“Brother!”

“Lang Xi, big brother!”

Meng Hui and Sang Mi, upon seeing Gou Liang and Meng Hao, burst into tears before they could express their surprise.

Gou Liang: “…”

Quite a spectacle.

The Wolf Tribe was hundreds of thousands of miles away from the Black Bear Tribe, and they had to cross the Sacred Mountain to reach it. The Black Bear Tribe didn’t actually intend to expend resources to collect the debt from the Wolf Tribe; they just opted for a small punishment of “turning them into stone.” If Gou Liang and Meng Hao hadn’t appeared in time, they would have been released after a few more days—after all, Sang Mi was the heir to the traveling priest and causing harm to him could lead to a tribal war.

Therefore, Gou Liang and Meng Hao willingly walked into the trap. After a round of apologies and the redemption of the two stone-encased individuals with two black oxen and a barrel of Black Bee Queen honey, they managed to pacify the Black Bear Beastmen regarding their theft of sacred fruits.

Once out of the Black Bear Tribe, Gou Liang and Meng Hao learned the whole story from Sang Mi.

It turned out that during their visit to the Black Bear Tribe, after being warmly treated, Meng Hui couldn’t resist stealing sacred fruits just as they left the tribe. The result was a drama where distinguished guests turned into prisoners after being caught.

Sang Mi said, “It’s all because of this dumb wolf; he ruined my face.”

Originally, Sang Mi didn’t know that the sacred fruit Meng Hui had picked for him to eat was from the Black Bear Tribe. He happily ate it at first—both of them indulged themselves not far from the Black Bear Tribe. Wasn’t it to let others know they had stolen and eaten something?

Gou Liang felt speechless as Sang Mi complained, seemingly enjoying the whole situation.

As the heir, Sang Mi would take a fruit that induced permanent infertility during adulthood and begin his priestly travels. He would continue until he inherited the position of priest after the previous one passed away.

No one expected that he would propose to Meng Hui during his adulthood ceremony, and Meng Hui reportedly was dumbfounded.

The two were then bonded, and Meng Hui took on the responsibility of accompanying him.

Gou Liang glanced at Meng Hui, who was diligently grilling meat nearby. Initially, he had declared he would find a female with good cooking skills, but Sang Mi’s cooking skills, inherited from the priest, made him self-sufficient.

Now, he seemed quite organized, showing that practice makes perfect.

At night, the red moon hid behind the clouds, and Gou Liang sat on Meng Hao’s lap, nestled in his arms, gazing at the starry sky.

In the vast plains of Wobu, starry skies were a rare sight. Regardless of the season, the moon was always bright, overshadowing the stars. Here, it was different. Every night, for a period, the moon would be covered by clouds, revealing an endless galaxy, truly magnificent.

Gou Liang said, “Should we continue traveling with them tomorrow?”

Meng Hao, his face against Gou Liang’s, smiled gently, “Didn’t we agree to find the Silver Luan Fish? Sang Mi still wants to travel, so what’s the rush for us to go with them?”

For convenience during outdoor activities, Meng Hao’s lunar markings were always covered by a special grass juice during the day, washed away only at night. Gou Liang kissed his lunar markings and said, “I also don’t want to accompany those two kids, but well, the Silver Luan Fish can wait. Sang Mi mentioned that the Red Rock Tribe has a type of sweet meat fruit that grows on trees. Let’s go pick and taste it tomorrow.”

“Okay,” said Meng Hao.

Gou Liang, looking at the red moon gradually emerging from the clouds, raised his hand to watch it through his fingers and said, “Meng Hao, while it’s not out yet, shall we go pick a star to play with? How about that?”

“Sure,” Meng Hao said.

Meng Hao transformed into a beast, carrying Gou Liang as they flew into the sky. They traversed layers of air currents and clouds. The moon and stars in front of them magnified countless times, as if they were within arm’s reach.

Unfortunately, they still didn’t reach the sky before the moon emerged.

However, this didn’t dampen Gou Liang’s enthusiasm. Jumping off Meng Hao’s back, he exhilaratingly screamed, and Meng Hao brought him back up, flying into the high altitude. Once at a sufficient height, Gou Liang jumped off again. Meng Hao controlled the speed and descended with him. Gou Liang, kissing him in the air, glided like a free bird, changing postures at will. Such an experience was addictive.

—No need to fear falling, because someone would catch him before that.

Sang Mi watched from below, feeling afraid, listening to Gou Liang’s laughter, sweating profusely. Meng Hui, with envy, said, “Sang Mi, do you want to try? I’ll definitely catch you!”

Sang Mi, after a moment of silence, said with great significance, “It’s not like something others have; we both also need to have it.”

Meng Hui: “Oh.”

But it looked so fun.

The next day, Gou Liang and Meng Hao couldn’t separate from Meng Hui and Sang Mi.

Sang Mi said, “I heard the priest’s prayers… he wants me to return to the tribe as soon as possible.”

Gou Liang, Meng Hao, and Meng Hui were stunned, watching Sang Mi’s tears fall as they realized what he was saying.

*

Fifty years had passed, and the tribe had doubled in size since their departure.

After entering the aging period, Beastmen always aged rapidly, even the priests.

When they left the tribe, the old priest had only a few wrinkles on his face. Now, his hair was completely white, and his face was marked with deep lines. His eyesight had also deteriorated, squinting for a while before recognizing Gou Liang and Meng Hao.

“Good children, it’s wonderful to see you before returning to the embrace of the Beast God.”

The old priest, forgetting the identity of the Son of the Beast God, held Meng Hao’s hand and reminisced about his childhood.

Most of the Beastmen in the tribe, including the Wolf Chieftain, grew up under the watchful eyes of the old priest. But if you had to mention someone special, aside from Sang Mi, it was probably these three children who had been with him since childhood.

Sang Mi returned just in time for the old priest to preside over his inheritance ceremony and offer the final blessings for the tribe before entering eternal rest.

The tribe echoed with cries, and Meng Hao’s mood was low. Gou Liang, fearing he would cry, was on edge for several days.

Seeing him quiet, Meng Hao, concerned that he might be too sad, gently touched his head and comforted him, saying, “The priest is just returning to the embrace of the Beast God. We will all return there someday. It’s where we came from, and the priest said it’s warm and safe. Xiao Keng’er, don’t be afraid.”

Gou Liang said, “I’m afraid you’ll be sad.”

Meng Hao smiled slightly and hugged him, saying, “With you here, every day is a happy day.”

Gou Liang smiled in return.

After the old priest’s funeral, Meng Hao took Gou Liang and left the tribe once again.

Over the next hundred years, they traveled to every corner of the Beast God’s continent, experiencing the entire Beastmen world. Gou Liang even created recipes, telling Meng Hao, “When we return to the embrace of the Beast God, I’ll bribe him with this. Once he’s happy, when we are reborn, we will still be partners. By then, you will be female, and I will be a Beastman. What do you think?”

Meng Hao replied, “…Let me take care of you.”

Gou Liang burst into laughter, pressing him down and saying, “Why, you don’t want to be on bottom?”

Meng Hao’s eyes deepened, and he said, “No. I like this position too.”

“Beautiful.”

Meng Hao sat up, cradling Gou Liang in his hands, kissing him tenderly, and whispered, “Xiao Keng’er, whatever you want, I’m willing.”

Gou Liang gazed at him affectionately, and the moonlight outside the window seemed to take on a warm temperature, mirroring the passionate embrace of lips and teeth.

Returning to the Wolf Tribe happened when Lang Fei succeeded as the chieftain.

Although Lang Fei was not a pure black wolf, he was the strongest person in the tribe after Meng Hui. Due to Sang Mi’s special status, although he couldn’t pass on Meng Hui’s Black Wolf bloodline, he received the Beast God’s blessing. However, becoming the priest’s partner meant he couldn’t become the tribe’s chieftain. So, after Lang Xiong stepped down, the successor became Lang Fei.

During the ceremony, Gou Liang also saw Yuejin.

He asked Gou Liang, “Do you still remember Hong Ya?”

“Who?”

Gou Liang genuinely couldn’t recall.

Seeing his reaction, Yuejin smiled bitterly, “He always remembered you and Meng Hao. His third partner sacrificed during the battle with the rampant Black Armor Beasts, and since then, no Beastman was willing to accept him. He always hoped that the Son of the Beast God and you could forgive him for his past mistakes, allowing him to find a partner again. But now, it’s unnecessary because he fell into the water and returned to the embrace of the Beast God a few years ago. Although there’s no need, I still wanted to convey his apologies to you.”

Gou Liang remembered who it was, shook his head, and said, “He needs to apologize to himself, not me and Meng Hao.”

Yuejin was stunned for a moment, then smiled, “Yes, life is lived by oneself. So, I’ve been trying my best not to disappoint the Beast God’s gifts.”

Saying that, he suddenly said to Gou Liang, “I accidentally heard from Uncle Ga’er that you had no reaction to the Pregnancy Stone. In fact, my Moon Fox Tribe has a secret technique to pray for offspring. If you need it, I can teach it to you.”

“Ah?”

“Xiao Keng’er.”

While Gou Liang was still confused, Meng Hao walked over.

Yuejin patted Gou Liang’s shoulder and said, “You can come to me anytime.” Then, he bowed to the Son of the Beast God and left.

Gou Liang rubbed his nose and said, “Did you hear everything?”

Meng Hao nodded, seeming indifferent to the topic and didn’t bring it up again.

However, that night, he refused to come out, and Gou Liang, exhausted, said weakly, “Get up, it’s so heavy.”

But Meng Hao, leaning into his ear, said, “Xiao Keng’er, I know you don’t want it. If you want… the Beast God will fulfill any of your wishes, right?”

Gou Liang was startled for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at Meng Hao. “Meng Hao, you…”

Meng Hao kissed his rosy lips, then his dimples, and finally looked up, smiling, “It’s okay. I have you.”

…You don’t look like it’s okay.

Does it mean he really has to give birth to a child or something? Gou Liang wrestled with the decision the whole night but never had the chance to dwell on the issue again.

Because that night, Meng Hao had a dream.

The scene in the dream was unfamiliar and chaotic, but both of them were crying—Meng Hao and Gou Liang.

– I…Xiao Keng’er, sorry, I can’t, keep my promise…

No, Shi Yu, you won’t die. I will definitely save you. I will definitely save you—

– Xiao Keng’er, don’t leave me…

Hè Chóngfēng, Hè Chóngfēng, I haven’t loved enough, how dare you leave me…”

– Master…live well and t-take care of yourself…

I will save you, don’t leave me, don’t…

– Xiao Keng’er, a lifetime is not enough… I want to be with you in this life and every life after. A hundred years aren’t enough, even a thousand years aren’t enough…

We’ll be together always and forever, longer than a thousand years, longer than ten thousand years.

Meng Hao suddenly woke up, touching his damp eyes. He held Gou Liang tightly, affectionately caressing his cheeks.

Regardless of the reason for the dream, he wouldn’t allow himself to end up like in the dream.

“Xiao Keng’er, do you know? I always pray to the Beast God, praying for eternal life for you and me. I’m afraid, if we return to the embrace of the Beast God, in the next life, if I can’t wait for you, if I forget you, what should I do…”

Meng Hao gently kissed his lips, “If we could be trapped in this world forever, for eternity, wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

A tear fell at the corner of Gou Liang’s eye, and Meng Hao kissed his mouth, swallowing the bitter taste.

【Ding, mission progress bar completed, current mission progress: 100%!】

【Countdown to departure begins! 10, 9, 8—】

【System: Master, wake up quickly! Master!! Ding ding ding!!】

【Gou Liang: Don’t disturb…】

【System: …】

Back in his consciousness, Gou Liang wondered, can someone tell him what happened?

Finally the arc ends. This is one of the peaceful ending arcs and the ML is starting to remember their past lives. Next up…Ghost spirits world