Chapter 452: Chapter 369: I Was the One Who Made Her Unhappy
Truthfully, they didn’t have much flavor... but an honest man like Tutou still wanted to trade this precious food, the only kind his tribe possessed, for some salt to bring back.
Wu Yue frowned as she looked at the potatoes on his stall. "How much of this food did your tribe bring?"
Seeing that she seemed interested in a trade, Tutou’s eyes instantly lit up. "I... We have three more Beast Skin Bags of these fruits in our lodgings."
He left the rest unsaid, but his hopeful gaze clearly asked if she would take all of them.
And Wu Yue didn’t disappoint him. She nodded. "I’ll take all of the fruits you brought. After the trade meet is over, send them all to my courtyard.
If you don’t know the way, just ask any Snow Tiger Tribe Member."
Tribe Leader Tutou was so excited he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. He nodded repeatedly. "Don’t you worry, we’ll bring them over as soon as the trade meet is over."
Wu Yue nodded, not lingering any longer. She pulled Yuan Lang along toward the other stalls.
"Those fruits just now... Is there something special about them?"
Yuan Lang was certain he hadn’t been mistaken; he’d seen the covetous light in the young female’s eyes.
Wu Yue chuckled and beckoned with her finger. Yuan Lang raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer.
"Where I’m from, those fruits are called potatoes. Like taro, they can be cultivated and provide a great harvest."
Yuan Lang’s eyes lit up. "Heh, as expected of you."
Wu Yue arched an eyebrow smugly. "Mhm-hm~"
"Oh, what kind of food is this? I’ve never seen it before. How about you trade some to me~"
But before they had gotten far, that cloyingly sweet voice sounded again, and from the direction it came from...
Wu Yue whipped around to look. Sure enough, that little piece of trash from the Yan Yan Tribe was now standing in front of Tutou’s stall.
Her not-so-delicate fingers were held in an affected orchid-finger pose, pointing alluringly at the potatoes Tutou was in the process of packing up.
Wu Yue’s glistening eyes narrowed, and the smile at the corner of her lips became inscrutable.
’This monkey is always prancing around in front of me. Does she really think I don’t have a temper, or what?’
"What a pity, Witch. You’re too late. This food already belongs to me."
Wu Yue strode toward Tutou’s stall. "Go ahead and send them to my courtyard now that they’re packed. It’ll stop certain people from trying to make their presence known."
"Aren’t you being a bit too tyrannical? There are so many fruits, what would be the harm in sparing a few for me?" The witch had come specifically to provoke Wu Yue, so naturally, she wouldn’t back down so easily.
"Tyrannical?" Wu Yue sneered.
"He’s a guest on my Snow Tiger Tribe’s territory. What’s wrong with me trading for some of his fruit? Do you have a problem with that?"
With that said, she ignored the witch and turned to the stunned Tutou. "Go now."
Overwhelmed by her sudden domineering aura, Tutou nodded numbly. "Yes."
He hoisted the already-packed potatoes onto his shoulder, shot the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch a cheeky grin, and then took off at a run.
Watching the male’s retreating figure, the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch was so furious she felt her nose might twist out of shape.
Wu Yue snorted, walked over to Yuan Lang, and slowly reached out to grab his large hand. She even pulled their joined hands to a very obvious position and gave them a little swing before leaving with her head held high.
The Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch stood frozen in place, her face livid. As she stared at their joined hands, killing intent churned within her.
Wu Yue and Yuan Lang continued deeper into the trading area but didn’t come across any other unusual items.
"Come one, come all! Take a look! Necklaces and bracelets loved by female Beastmen! Trade for one to take back to the female you fancy, and you’ll be her next mate!"
Teng Qian’s voice was unmistakable.
"I never would’ve thought Teng Qian had a skill like this!"
A stall up ahead was completely surrounded by males from various tribes. Even males from the Yan Yan Tribe and the Scorpion Tribe were crowded around, shouting and holding Beast Skin parcels.
When Wu Yue and Yuan Lang walked over, they saw several well-built female Beastmen standing at the front of the stall. Around their necks and wrists, they wore the necklaces and bracelets that Qinghua and the others had crafted from polished, discarded bricks and tiles.
The carefully polished brick and tile beads were very smooth, and they even sparkled in the sunlight, looking quite beautiful.
"Give me a strand! I want the biggest one!"
A wealthy Beastman Warrior from the Yan Yan Tribe tossed a Beast Skin Bag of salt to Teng Qian and clamored, pointing at the strand of beads around the neck of a female Snow Tiger Tribe Member up front.
