All the Greats of the Beast Race Are My Little Fans

A normal girl, Yu Wanwan, one day stepped onto the Beastmen Continent. Powerless, she decided to cling to the coattails of the Great White Tiger.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Far...

Chapter Twelve has turned into a ruthless business.

Bai Jing stroked her hair and hugged her tightly: "Don't worry, the technology is invaluable, it's only right to exchange it for more Pink Fruit."

That being said, in Yu Wanwan's eyes, those vines were just a few vines. Could a few leaves be exchanged for a bag of rice?

Yu Wanwan was extremely panicked after being labeled a shady merchant.

But since the deal was already done, she didn't say anything more.

At worst, I'll just never come to the elephant tribe again!

The drizzle came and went quickly. Bai Jing glanced at the sky in the distance, his voice carrying a hint of pleasure: "When the next rain comes down harder, the hot season should be coming soon."

Yu Wanwan scratched her head: "What is the hot season?"

Bai Jing looked at Yu Wanwan with a puzzled expression: "There are two seasons in a beast year, namely the cold season and the hot season. Beastmen store food during the hot season and use the cold season to mate as soon as possible, so that they can give birth to cubs when the flowers bloom in the spring of the following year. Don't you know that?"

"..." Yu Wanwan: I really didn't know that.

Facing Bai Jing's burning gaze, Yu Wanwan felt her scalp tingle.

She absolutely had to find a way home quickly! Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to keep up the fact that she was an anomaly in the beast world.

They left the elephant tribe.

At night, Bai Jing found a safe and flat grassy spot to live and cook.

He cleared away the snow around him, spread the animal hides he had brought out on the ground, placed Yu Wanwan on them, and went to gather firewood nearby.

During this time, Yu Wanwan found a sharp stone and began to smash the fruit.

Tuoshan said that you can simply crush the rice flour fruit and roast it in a fire.

But whether it was because the fruit was too hard or because she was too weak, no matter how much she struggled, the pink fruit remained unharmed and even reflected the moonlight.

Just then, Bai Jing returned from gathering firewood. Upon seeing this, he transformed his fingers into claws and with a gentle stroke, the fruit was split in two, with a clean cut.

Yu Wanwan: "..."

I'm so annoyed, I feel so defeated.