The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 270 The Position Was Stolen
The campfire crackled and popped, casting a sinister and terrifying light on half of Chu Youyou's face, causing her fingers to unconsciously tighten.

What extraordinary treasure could she possibly possess to help someone break through to a higher level? It's clear someone wants to kill her.

"The clan leader must have misheard,"

She forced a smile, the scar on her face bearing the character for "slave" appearing particularly grotesque as her muscles twitched. "If I possessed such a treasure, how could I have fallen to this state?"

The old patriarch's cloudy eyes darted around, and his bark-like hands rubbed the armrest of the stone chair: "Before Mu Han left the tribe, his strength was only at the peak of the fifth rank. In just a few months, he broke through and advanced to the eighth rank, and even evolved into the divine beast White Tiger. Such a great change, isn't it thanks to your extraordinary treasure?"

The chieftain of the Winged Tiger tribe was unaware of what happened during Mu Han's disappearance, let alone that Mu Han had been beaten so badly that he regressed into a cub and lost his memory.

Upon hearing the rumors spread by Feng Chi and Feng Li, she instinctively believed that Mu Han's changes were all thanks to the extraordinary treasure on Chu Youyou's body.

He had initially been skeptical, but almost instantly came to believe the rumors.

He also believed in his heart that Chu Youyou possessed a rare treasure that could help beastmen break through and evolve.

Chu Youyou didn't expect the clan leader to mention Mu Han. Mu Han had been beaten so badly that he regressed into a cub and disappeared for a period of time. She didn't know what kind of adventure he had during that time.

All that is known is that when Mu Han reappeared that night, he had become extremely powerful.

But all these changes had nothing to do with her.

"Chief, you have really misunderstood."

She explained hastily, "I unfortunately fell into the slave camp of Beast King City, and that's where the slave mark on my face comes from. Mu Han only found me a few nights ago. I don't know what he encountered before, or why his strength improved so rapidly. It really has nothing to do with me."

The chieftain of the Winged Tiger tribe squinted at her, not believing her story at all, and simply assuming she was unwilling to reveal it.

"Oh?"

The old chieftain drawled out his words, clearly disbelieving: "Chu Youyou, you should know the saying, 'A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.' If you insist that you have no treasure, I cannot force you. But the beastmen outside will not think that way, and then your safety will be uncertain for the Winged Tiger Tribe."

Chu Youyou's face turned deathly pale instantly; she could naturally hear the threat in the old patriarch's words.

Mu Han is not in the tribe now, so the Winged Tiger Tribe will not protect her.

Once everyone believes she possesses a rare treasure that can help orcs break through, they will probably tear her to pieces without hesitation.

"Chieftain, I really don't have any extraordinary treasures. Please believe me. Someone must be framing me."

She cried as she tried to explain, tears streaming down her face, her expression one of unprecedented panic.

"Framed you?"

The old patriarch sneered, "Then explain the changes in Mu Han's strength. He was your beast husband and disappeared with you. If it weren't for the help of a rare treasure, how could he have undergone such a great change?"

Chu Youyou's lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a word.

Even if Mu Han's breakthrough and evolution really had nothing to do with her, without evidence, others wouldn't believe her.

The old chieftain slowly rose, his gaunt figure stretching long in the firelight: "I'll give you three days to consider. Either hand over the treasure, and I'll have Yunzhu heal your face and restore your status in the tribe, or..."

A ruthless glint flashed in his cloudy eyes. "You will forever wear this mark of slavery, rotting in the dirtiest corner of the Winged Tiger tribe, or being torn to pieces."

If it weren't for his concern for Mu Han, he would have already taken action, or imprisoned him in the dungeon and tortured him to force the treasure out.

Why would they ask such a gentle question, or even resort to coercion and bribery?
It's really shameless.

Unaware of the old patriarch's thoughts, Chu Youyou staggered back two steps, her insteps hitting the cold stone bench, her face turning deathly pale.

Even after she left the chieftain's residence, the chieftain's final threat still echoed in her ears.

The night breeze brushed against her cheeks, and the scar with the word "slave" was etched on her face like a disgrace.

"Su Xiyue"

She gritted her teeth as she muttered the name, her eyes filled with resentment.

Feng Chi and Feng Li, two tenth-tier old phoenixes, remained hidden in the shadows, quietly observing everything.

Feng Chi stroked his beard and said in a low voice, "Master's move is truly brilliant. Even if this girl had ten mouths, she couldn't explain herself now. No one will believe her."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Feng Li's cloudy old eyes: "Let her cause trouble for a few more days. Once the news spreads, someone will take care of her."

The two exchanged a glance, then flapped their wings and flew into the night sky.

……

Meanwhile, the wolf tribe's city walls were nearing completion, and construction of the tribe's dwellings began.

Su Xiyue stood on the newly built watchtower, the night breeze ruffling her long hair.

Mu Han stood silently three steps behind her, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

The night wind carried the distant roars of beasts, and she suddenly turned around: "Are you thinking of Chu Youyou?"

Mu Han's golden eyes flickered slightly: "With Yun Zhu taking care of her, she will be fine."

Su Xiyue was momentarily stunned. She thought Mu Han had only sent Chu Youyou back to the Winged Tiger Tribe, so why did he ask Yunzhu to take care of Chu Youyou?

Doesn't this man know how much Yunzhu hates Chu Youyou?

However, judging from his expression, he probably didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't have entrusted Chu Youyou to Yunzhu's care.

Suppressing her schadenfreude, she slowly approached Mu Han, looked up at him, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you so sure that Yun Zhu will treat your sweetheart well?"

Mu Han's hands, hanging at his sides, tightened slightly: "Yun Zhu is gentle and kind."

"Gentle?"

Su Xiyue couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed that Yunzhu had become smarter after her rebirth and knew how to disguise herself.

Mu Han didn't notice at all.

Yunzhu is definitely not the gentle woman Mu Han described; otherwise, she wouldn't have kept stirring up trouble between Mu Han and Chu Youyou.

Later, he secretly pushed Chu Youyou off a cliff.

But this is none of my business.

She was more than happy for Yunzhu and Chu Youyou to fight fiercely, while she could sit back and watch the show.

It would be best if Yunzhu had some powerful methods to completely resolve this problem for herself.

Mo Lin suddenly stepped out of the shadows, his dark eyes coldly sweeping over Mu Han: "You're too close to her. Just stay hidden in the shadows and protect her."

Mu Han frowned, about to speak.

Su Xiyue chuckled and said, "It's alright, I trust Mu Han."

This orc's heart belongs entirely to Chu Youyou; even if he were as beautiful as an angel, he probably wouldn't be moved.

It's even less likely that they would do anything to themselves.

Looking at the smile on her face, Mu Han felt a strange emotion welling up inside him. He lowered his eyes, concealing the complex emotions within them, and said softly, "Thank you for your trust."

She waved her hand and turned to look at the distant forest: "I only trust my own eyes and judgment. Since you have chosen to protect me, I will give you the corresponding trust."

Mo Lin glanced coldly at Mu Han, then said nothing more.

He walked to Su Xiyue's side, his large hand naturally around her waist, his cold, handsome face instantly softening: "Let's go, let's go back for dinner."

Su Xiyue felt the large hand on her waist wandering around restlessly, and turned to look at him: "Is the tofu delicious?"

Mo Lin raised an eyebrow and said in a serious tone, "I'm afraid you won't be able to stand still and will fall."

She rolled her eyes, too lazy to expose him.

While the two were talking, they had already descended the watchtower and were heading towards their dwelling.

Mu Han silently followed three steps behind, watching the two intertwined hands, his golden eyes darkening.

The night breeze carried the aroma of rice, and several bonfires burned in the center of the wolf tribe's temporary camp.

The beastmen sat in twos and threes, eating stewed meat from newly fired earthenware bowls, occasionally letting out satisfied sighs.

The rice supply is limited and has not yet been distributed to the orcs of the tribe.

Currently, it is only used by Su Xiyue and her few beast husbands, Su Lie, the priest, and the witch doctor.

Aside from a small number of orcs, the wolf tribe didn't have much of an opinion on this.

When the rice is harvested next year, they will naturally be able to enjoy fragrant rice as well.

Anyway, the stewed meat and stir-fried vegetables taste pretty good. Compared to the hard, roasted meat we used to eat, our living conditions have improved so much.

Inside the shed, dinner was ready, and delicious dishes were already laid out on the table, filling the air with their aroma.

Su Xiyue sat in the main seat, and her seven beast husbands, Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Bai Qi, Qing Zhu, Xuan Ming, Xuan Yuan Ming, and Feng Su, took their seats in turn.

Silver Blade, Black Fiend, Frostflame, and the eight snake cubs lay to the side, each eating the food in their bowls.

They were quite well-behaved, and there was no further fighting or snatching.

Mu Han sat alone in the corner, holding a piece of golden-brown roasted meat in his hand, slowly and deliberately munching on it.

He wasn't unfamiliar with the delicious food on the table; back in the Winged Tiger tribe, Youyou often cooked different dishes for him.

Later, when it regressed into a cub, it also ate along with Su Xiyue.

However, he had never seen rice before, but thought it smelled delicious.

It has a unique rice aroma.

"Mu Han".

Su Xiyue noticed his gaze and suddenly invited, "Come and eat with us."

When Mu Han had regressed into a cub, she often ate with them.

He had no memory of that time, and would even grab food directly when he saw it.

Now that he has regained his memories, he has become awkward and reserved, not as close to nature as before.

To be honest, Su Xiyue really missed Mu Han in his cub form.

Several beastmen frowned simultaneously.

Ye Ling narrowed her silver eyes slightly, her fingertips tapping frost onto the stone table.

Mo Lin crushed the edge of the ceramic bowl with a blank expression, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

Bai Qi smiled gently, but his ten fox tails swayed dangerously.

Qingzhu's emerald eyes flickered slightly, and her indifferent and aloof face grew even colder.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mu Han's golden eyes: "I'll eat this."

"Why pretend to be reserved?"

Xuanming slammed his hand on the table, "Little Moon calls you over, so come over!"

Feng Su glanced at Xuan Yuanming beside her with her peach blossom eyes, and said sarcastically, "Cousin, I'm a guardian, you know~"

Xuan Yuanming glanced at Feng Su, ignored him, and stared intently at Mu Han.

He was wary of Mu Han, who had suddenly appeared.

What alarmed him even more was Yue'er's past with Mu Han.

He already knew that Mu Han had once regressed to a cub form and had been picked up and raised by Yue'er for a period of time, so there must be a special bond between them.

If Mu Han's strength was average and his appearance ordinary, that would be one thing, but unfortunately, his face was no less handsome than any of the beastmen present.

He can be described as exceptionally handsome.

How can he feel at ease under such circumstances?
Fortunately, this orc named Mu Han only had eyes for the female named Chu Youyou.

Otherwise, the seven of them probably wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

Amidst the varied gazes of the crowd, Mu Han slowly stood up and sat down in the empty seat next to Qing Zhu.

This position originally belonged to Xuanming.

Xuanming was busy serving rice to Su Xiyue and didn't have time to sit down at all.

Xuanming returned with a full bowl of white rice, only to find his seat taken. He immediately exploded: "You damn tiger, what are you doing sitting in my seat?"

Mu Han looked up at him, her golden eyes calm and unwavering: "You're not here."

"I'm going to get the rice!"

Xuanming slammed his bowl down on the table in anger, splashing rice everywhere. "Get up!"

Mu Han was about to get up.

Su Xiyue gently pressed his arm: "Sit here, Xuanming, you sit over there."

I don't understand why there's anything to fight over for a seat. It doesn't matter where you sit.

If all else fails, she'll squat to eat.

Xuanming's wild and arrogant face instantly fell: "Little Moon, you're being unfair!"

Feng Su chuckled, her peach blossom eyes sparkling: "A brute is a brute, can't even hold onto a position~"

(End of this chapter)