Lin Qiu was waiting anxiously at home, and when he saw the two men come in, they were both distraught.
The wound on Ling Yun's neck was covered with a layer of white frost, while Song Mu's wound was fresh.
Lin Qiu said nothing: "Go to the room quickly, I will help you clean the wound."
She pulled the two of them into the room and sat them down. There was Wenshun in the wooden jar next to them. Lin Qiu had originally prepared some herbs for Ling Yun, but now it seemed far from enough.
Song Mu grabbed Lin Qiu's hand and called out "Xiao Qiu" in a trembling voice.
Lin Qiu touched Song Mu's face and asked, "Is the matter resolved?"
Song Mu nodded imperceptibly.
"You killed him?"
"No," Ling Yun wiped the wound himself and said to Lin Qiu, "Although this matter is unacceptable to us, my father did all this voluntarily. If he doesn't have any resentment, who are we to resent on his behalf?"
Lin Qiu looked at Ling Yun with heartache. Although Yan Ting was willing to do this, it was Yan Ti who let him down in the end.
But that's how it is on the continent of Somali, females will be forgiven for anything they do.
The corners of Ling Yun's eyes were bloodshot, and Lin Qiu knew the powerlessness in his heart.
"Cry if you want to."
Lin Qiu stroked Ling Yun's eyes. Ling Yun shook his head. "Wu Chuan has been driven out of the tribe. Even if it weren't for what happened to my father, we should have killed him for everything he did to us. But I don't want to provoke civil unrest within the tribe. We forced Yan Ti to remove Wu Chuan's beast mark, and he was injured by Song Mu. He won't survive long after leaving the tribe."
After saying that, Ling Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Mu looked gloomy: "That's it, this is the best outcome."
Lin Qiu didn't know what to say at this moment: "Compared to killing someone with my own hands, it's still not as satisfying."
Song Mu held Lin Qiu's hand tightly.
"But you have done very well to achieve this result. I believe your father would be very pleased if he knew."
Yan Ting does not hate Yan Ti, but he may not hate Wu Chuan.
Now that Wu Chuan is dying, this can be considered as an explanation to Yan Ting.
The two big tigers were depressed for a while, then forced themselves to cheer up.
Ling Yun applied medicine to himself and some herbal rubs on the wounds on Song Mu's body, then told him to go and recuperate, so as not to dirty Lin Qiu's bedding.
Song Mu sat cross-legged at the foot of the kang: "Xiao Qiu, these wounds are a little painful."
Lin Qiu touched Song Mu's head, then leaned over and blew on the largest wound on his shoulder. "Does it hurt? What should I do?"
"He's pretending, Xiaoqiu. My neck hurts too."
Ling Yun pulled Lin Qiu into his arms and hugged her tightly. His heart, which had been hanging in the air all day, finally settled down.
Lin Qiu also blew on Ling Yun and put his arms around his waist.
A sudden surge of possessiveness surged in Song Mu's heart. After the extreme anger and sadness, he was left with an empty heart. He suddenly threw himself at Lin Qiu, who was in Ling Yun's arms, pinched her jaw and kissed her.
He wanted to possess the female in front of him. She might be the last bit of beauty left for him in this world.
Lin Qiu responded to Song Mu carefully, afraid of touching the wound on his body, but Song Mu didn't care.
Ling Yun had this idea a long time ago. Lin Qiu gradually couldn't tell whose hands were on her body. Her hands were randomly grabbing someone's arm and holding it tightly.
"Today is up to you guys, whatever you want is fine."
Whether it is to seek comfort or to vent emotions, Lin Qiu is willing to endure everything from her masculinity.
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Mei Yan used to transform into an animal form and squat on the wood in the corner to rest, but today when he returned, he wrapped himself tightly and sat there with a depressed look on his face.
Sang Gu looked at him and hadn't spoken a word for the entire day. Everyone was immersed in the joy of defeating the beast tide, except for Mei Yan and Pu Su, who looked like eggplants hit by frost.
Pu Su went to find Yan Ti, wanting Yan Ti to remove his beast pattern as well, but Yan Ti didn't even meet him. She asked Teng Ning to come out and tell Pu Su that for him now, living forever might be the real torture.
Then when he came back, he looked lifeless, slumped in the corner of the kang, and hadn't eaten or drunk anything for the whole day.
Mei Yan, on the other hand, was still able to eat, drink, defecate and urinate normally, but he seemed to have turned into an eagle, with his eyes gray.
"Can't your feathers grow back? Living peacefully in the tribe is the most important thing now, isn't it?"
Now everyone is busy dealing with the corpses of the beasts in the beast tide. Not counting the beasts that escaped later and those that were burnt in the fire, there are still more than 2,000 beasts. It will take at least two or three days for everyone in the tribe to clean up these beasts.
While Sang Gu was busy, he also wanted to provide psychological counseling to Mei Yan.
Mei Yan nodded, then shook his head.
He's in such a miserable state now, he might as well be dead.
How can he be an eagle if this gets out?
If Xinlan knew, she would definitely dislike him.
Sang Gu looked at his hopeless expression and said, "The tribe was able to repel the beast tide this time thanks to you. You made such a great sacrifice for the tribe. Xin Lan would be very touched if she knew."
Hearing Xin Lan, Mei Yan's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Of course it's true," Sang Gu glanced at him, "The females of our Tiger Tribe don't judge people by appearance."
"But now I don't even have feathers to give her."
Mei Yan looked at Pu Su hatefully, as he was the most ruthless one.
But when he saw Pu Su's half-dead appearance, he felt too embarrassed to blame him and could only sulk like an eagle.
“It will grow out.”
"But it will take a long time to grow out, probably until the summer or the next winter season."
Mei Yan looked up at the beams and said, "I promised you that I would help you catch feathered beasts after I recovered from my injuries. Now I can't fly at all."
His wounds were even more serious.
"I can't pursue females, and I can't help you with anything. Are you going to kick me out?!"
Mei Yan stared at Sang Gu.
Sang Gu paused. "How could that be? You've already made such a great contribution to our tribe. The beast tide is over and won't come again, so we can take our time with the feathers. Our chief will make the decision..."
When Sang Gu said this, he realized belatedly that the Tiger Tribe no longer had a leader.
The news of Wu Chuan's suicide spread throughout the tribe, and now everyone is talking about who will be the next chief.
"Who will be your next clan leader? Song Mu?"
Sang Gu sternly corrected Mei Yan, "Their duel has nothing to do with the position of clan leader."
If Song Mu were allowed to become the tribe's leader for such a reason, the Tiger Tribe might be plunged into a long civil war.
"It's up to you guys, anyone can be fine, as long as they can accommodate me."
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