Chapter 605

"You vicious demon, why did you harm my little tiger? Ah, give me back my son's life!"

As soon as Wen Xin regained consciousness, her collar was grabbed tightly, making it hard for her to breathe. Her chest felt suffocated and extremely uncomfortable. If the grip continued, she would probably be on her way to the next world.

Moreover, she was experiencing a throbbing pain in her forehead, and the excessive blood loss left her feeling weak and powerless.

Wen Xin was completely devastated.

Here we go again, here we go again, starting off with a major tragedy.

The fate of the female protagonist in a tragic novel... she suffocated!

Okay, she really is suffocating right now.

However, when had the God of War ever suffered such humiliation, being grabbed by the collar and nearly strangled?

Which bastard?

Wen Xin has never known how to be polite to people or things that are unkind to her; forgiving enemies is something only a saint would do.

But I'm sorry, she isn't.

The pain made Wen Xin frown and feel extremely agitated. Once she recovered, she retaliated without any mercy.

She gripped the other person's wrist tightly and snapped it with a crack.

"ah!"

The screams echoed in her ears, making Wen Xin even more dizzy. She realized she had made a mistake; she should have just snapped the other person's neck...

Hmm? Hmm? Hmm?

Wait, how can her fierce aura be so intense?

Wen Xin took a deep breath, suppressing the intense hatred and resentment within this body, allowing her soul to better integrate with it.

With no one holding her back, she stepped back onto solid ground, her body swayed, and her consciousness gradually adjusted to her body. The scene before her slowly came into view, and her brain managed to remain clear and calm, though her eyes were extremely sore and uncomfortable.

Wen Xin raised her hand to touch her forehead. Her first reaction was pain, and the second was that it was sticky, clearly covered in blood.

My eyes feel uncomfortable because my own blood has seeped into them.

So tragic, so tragic. Why does she always suffer so much?

Couldn't we just give her a safe place to be born?

Okay, she doesn't deserve to be a tragic heroine, and if her soul fragments weren't so tragic, it wouldn't be her turn.

"Wen Xin, what are you doing?"

"You evil spirit who harms people, how dare you hit someone!"

“Arrest her, tie her up, and burn her in the White Tiger Temple.”

The angry and malicious words seemed to pierce one's eardrums. Wen Xin frowned tightly. After the bleeding on her forehead stopped, she couldn't care less about her wound and looked around to see what was going on.

She was now in a mountain valley, surrounded by rolling hills and lush vegetation, full of life, provided she ignored the malice emanating from the "people" blocking her way.

Wen Xin's gaze fell on the "people" around her. The men only wore grass skirts around their waists, while the women had two leaves on their chests, with the rest of their bodies exposed. Their hair was a mix of yellow and white, their faces were rough and fierce, and their height and body length were much taller than normal people she knew, but not quite giants.

What she saw could be described in two words: primitive!

The environment was primitive, and so were the people.

What startled Wen Xin even more was that the woman who had just grabbed her collar was baring her fangs and roaring like a tiger, with beast ears faintly visible on her head...

Good heavens, do normal people have fangs and animal ears?

Two words came to Wen Xin's mind: beast world, beastmen.

So, did she transmigrate to a primitive beastman world in this life?

Could she also be some kind of strange beast species?

Looking at the rugged orcs in front of her, Wen Xin couldn't help but shudder, feeling utterly devastated.

No, she doesn't want to!

How did people live in primitive society?

No pretty clothes, no gourmet food, and even going to the toilet and taking a bath will likely require the most primitive methods.

The God of War, who pursues a refined life, wished he could just cut himself open and go straight into the next cycle of reincarnation.

And if she were still this kind of rough, half-human, half-beast creature... the image was too beautiful for Wen Xin to imagine; she would only want to die.

Fortunately, her gaze fell on her clothes: a white tracksuit, white sneakers... Hmm?

Modern attire?

She's not an orc?

Memories belonging to the fragments of her soul flashed through Wen Xin's mind again: skyscrapers and bustling cities.

So she came from the modern world and transmigrated into the primitive beast world?

Great, that's the standard for female protagonists in beast-themed novels.

As long as they weren't orcs, Wen Xin barely managed to hold on to the last breath of her life.

"Are you scared now?"

That woman… The female orc clutched her severed hand and leaped to her feet. Her intact hand transformed into sharp claws, viciously lunging at her.

"You said you knew witchcraft, and I believed you. But you poisoned my little tiger! Tiger Sister said you were a foreign evil spirit, a wicked person, and it turns out you were right!"

Wen Xin: "..."

Who is Xiaohu?

Who is Tiger Girl?

What did the soul fragment do? Why is she being targeted and killed as soon as she arrives?

Wen Xin endured her misery and slapped the charging female beastman away, saying, "Shut up."

Her series of fierce actions left the surrounding orcs, who were watching the spectacle, both shocked and wary.

After all, in the eyes of all the orcs, the female in front of them, whose clothes and appearance were very different from theirs, was so weak that she seemed to be blown away by the wind. Even the tiger cubs in their tribe were much stronger than her.

And she was indeed very weak just now. Little Tiger Mother didn't even need to use any strength to make her fall to the ground and not be able to get up. But how did she suddenly become so fierce after falling?

You should know that Little Tiger Mother is a well-known tigress in their tribe, and her strength is not much worse than that of an average male. Yet she has been repeatedly defeated by this incredibly weak female.

Could this female really be a demon?

Wen Xin noticed that the orcs looked at her with even more disgust, but there was also a deep fear in their eyes.

She took a deep breath; fear was the right thing to do.

Wen Xin wiped the blood from her eyes with the back of her hand, walked over, and stepped on the female beastman she had slapped to the ground. Her eyes were as cold as frost. "Are you calming down now?"

Little Tiger Girl: "..."

If she says she's not calm, does that mean she's going to kill her?

The other orcs were also hesitant to step forward, as they were terrified by the sudden ferocity of the seemingly weak female.

When Little Tiger Mother met Wen Xin's beautiful yet cold eyes, which were like black pearls, she felt a chill in her heart, but even more so, she felt hatred.

She roared, "You ruined my little tiger!"

Wen Xin narrowed her eyes coldly, "Oh, your Little Tiger is dead?"

The little tiger mother was even angrier, "You vicious demon!"

Wen Xin sneered: You've already killed my soul fragments, do you expect me to smile gently at you?

Is she the reincarnation of the Virgin Mary?

However, Wen Xin could tell that this tigress was clearly just someone else's pawn. The intimidation was enough; the problem needed to be solved first before she could seek revenge on the mastermind behind it all.