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  Parker hunted a big prey and was roasting it in the kitchen on the first floor that was especially accommodated for roasting food. After the meat was cooked, he tore them up into a bowl of meat strips, bringing it to the top floor.

  “I’m back.” Parker ran over. Before his voice ended, he had already run into the bedroom.

  As Bai Qingqing was having her period, she was feeling unsettled sitting in the nest. Curtis lay down by her side and watched her reactions with great interest.

  When she heard sounds, she immediately looked toward Parker. “The meat is done?”


  “Quickly eat up.” Parker grinned as he squatted next to her. “Have more so that we can have leopard cubs.”


  Bai Qingqing glared at Parker. Thinking of how Winston was next door, she spoke in a softer voice, “I know! Can you be softer.”


  Parker followed Bai Qingqing’s gaze and looked in the direction of the room next door. He immediately understood what Bai Qingqing meant and said without a care, “What does it matter? He’ll be able to hear it even if we were to speak softly.”


  A flush appeared on Bai Qingqing’s face. She held up her pants and stood up. “I want to go down to eat.”


  “If you go down, the other tiger beastmen would smell it,” Parker said.

  Bai Qingqing’s expression immediately stiffened up, as if she was having constipation. She took heavy strides as she headed outside. “I can’t possibly avoid going down for a few days, right? I want to go to the sandpit.”


  Parker hesitated for a moment, but eventually, he could only agree. “I’ll carry you there.”


  “Mm.”


  Curtis kept his gaze on the two of them as they left, deep in thought as he looked at the empty doorway.

  This heat might have come in a very timely manner. Ever since that matter took place, Snow had become too quiet. Now, she had finally recovered to how she had been in the past.

  …


  Winston joined them to eat the meat and then received news from the ape king. He immediately arranged for the beastmen from his tribe to join the patrolling teams.

  Three days later, the rain suddenly became heavier. Large rain droplets smashed hard onto the ground, creating “thud thud thud” sounds. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to describe it as a heavy downpour. When one looked outside, it was as if the entire world was a water curtain. As the strong gales blew, branches often flew about in the air.

  The seedlings in the fields were growing crazily, forced to bend continuously under the impact of the heavy rain, but they continued to shoot up taller. The flooding muddy water in the paddy fields surged out through the trenches, eventually flowing into the small river.

  This storm took all the beastmen who owned fields by astonishment. Almost all of their family members took action, gathering by their fields. Those who had dug up trenches stood at the side to observe, while those who hadn’t had their fields flooded. The seedlings that had grown up to one palm length were soaked to the tip by the murky water. The beastmen would either be digging at the ground or scooping out water, attempting to save the seedlings.

  “There’s really a storm. Thankfully the tiger king has told us to take precautions in time. Otherwise, it would be too late to do anything now,” one of the tiger beastmen said in a thankful manner. It would be hard to build up a fence when it was raining. If that were to happen, they would only be able to watch anxiously as the water kept on flowing into the fields.

  Winston and Parker came to the fields as well. When they saw that Bai Qingqing’s field was in good condition, they were both relieved.

  A tiger beastman came running over crazily in the rain, letting out a roar from afar.

  Winston’s expression changed and he walked over toward the tiger beastman in huge strides. Parker followed behind him and asked, “What happened?”


  “The small villages in the vicinity have all been destroyed by the flooding water and came to our City of Beastmen to seek for help,” Winston replied simply, turning into his beast form as he ran toward the city.

  Parker turned to take a look at the field before he also turned back into his beast form and ran away.

  It was very hard to see outside. Bai Qingqing stood at a great height, but the City of Beastmen seemed to have turned into a dimly discernible ink wash painting, and something seemed to be moving along the streets.

  “Why did you come out again?” Curtis walked over from behind her, touching Bai Qingqing’s clothes. “They are wet.”