Surviving in the Beast World with a System-Chapter 161: Little Fists Pounding Your Chest

"I hope nothing’s happened to Teng Qian and the others. What’s taking them so long to get back?"

Yuan Lang’s intense gaze was making Wu Yue a little uncomfortable, so she spoke up to break his focus.

Yuan Lang snapped out of his thoughts and chuckled. "They just went to meet up with our tribesmen. Besides, they’re hunting Shun Yuan today. They’re very familiar with them, so there shouldn’t be any..."

"AAAAH-EE-AAAAH-EE-AAAAH~"

Just as they were speaking, a roar that sounded just like Tarzan’s yell echoed from the edge of the canyon.

Wu Yue tensed. "Is that a Shun Yuan?"

But Yuan Lang’s expression darkened, and he bit out through clenched teeth, "That’s Teng Qian, that idiot."

With that, he took off running in the direction of the sound.

Wu Yue was speechless. ’An idiot, huh? You guys have all gotten so good at using that word?’

’Have I been a bad influence on the beastmen?’

The Beastman Warriors of the Flying Eagle Tribe came out of their cave. "What’s happening?"

Wu Yue gave an awkward laugh. "It’s nothing. Just one of our tribe’s Beastman Warriors... um... training..." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

A Flying Eagle Tribe beastman gave her an awkward yet polite smile. "Heh. Your training methods are certainly... unique."

Wu Yue laughed awkwardly. "Heh, I think so too..."

’...like hell I do!’

Before anyone could say another word, the situation took a sudden turn.

Teng Qian’s gleeful howls came to a screeching halt, replaced by a string of terrified screams, as if he were being violated.

"Boss, help meeeee!"

At the sound, Wu Yue whipped her head around to look. For a moment, she couldn’t decide whether to be worried or to revel in his misfortune.

’As the old saying goes, you’ll find love just around the corner.’

’Teng Qian, are you trying to embody that phrase with your very life?’

’To think he could be swinging on a vine and still end up headfirst in a Shun Yuan’s embrace. What kind of unbelievable, ape-fated luck is that?!’

Meanwhile, the Shun Yuan, its two thick arms wrapped around the male who had just crashed into its embrace, seemed completely dazed by the sudden, pleasant surprise.

Teng Qian’s squeals, like a pig being slaughtered, snapped the creature out of its stupor. With a happy roar, it tightened its grip on Teng Qian.

Slobber dripped from the corners of its mouth onto Teng Qian’s body as if from a leaky faucet. Its wet tongue began to lick his handsome, despair-filled face with what looked like great affection.

Wu Yue: "..."

’So this is what they mean by "play stupid games, win stupid prizes," huh?’

Teng Qian struggled with all his might, but he couldn’t escape the Shun Yuan’s grasp.

The way he struggled reminded her of a kitten being picked up by the scruff of its neck, its fate sealed.

Seeing this, the Flying Eagle Tribe beastman beside her dropped his amused expression. A pair of huge black wings suddenly unfurled from his broad back.

He shot like a bolt of lightning toward the Shun Yuan.

Just then, a troop of Beastman Warriors burst out of the forest—it was the Snow Tiger Tribe members who had gone out hunting earlier.

Wu Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

Surrounded by the Beastman Warriors, the Shun Yuan, which had somehow wandered into the canyon, finally started to get serious.

Its lecherous expression vanished, replaced by a savage ferocity on its already fierce face. It pounded its chest with its enormous fists, roaring in anger.

Trapped in that iron grip, Teng Qian felt his stomach churn. ’Damn it all! People talk about a lover’s playful little tap on the chest, but when it comes to me, I’m the one getting slammed against a chest!’

The ape doing the pounding didn’t seem to feel a thing, but Teng Qian, the Beastman being used as the club, was about to vomit.

An intense wave of dizziness washed over Teng Qian. The beastman felt his stomach lurch, followed by a familiar sound: "BLECH~"