Interstellar Beast World: The Ferocious Beast Husband Has a Wild Mind

Chapter 129 Little Female, Did You Miss Me?

Omia, an orca-like beastman with braided hair and a blade of grass in his mouth, arrived late with his aquatic beastman team.

Omia pulled the grass out of her mouth and coolly raised an eyebrow:
“Healer, we went on a small mission yesterday and came back late, but we gave those mole fleas a good beating. I guarantee they’ll be in ecstasy and unable to sleep at night.”

The other orcs from the Waterborne Division immediately began to vividly describe to Sang Qing how miserable the orcs who had caused trouble the day before had been.

Watching the beastmen dance and gesticulate wildly, some even pretending to be monkeys, lying on the ground kicking their legs and howling like ghosts, Sang Qing couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Seeing the healer smile, the aquatic beastmen also exchanged simple, honest smiles.

Omia walked beside Sang Qing, her tone casual and relaxed.

“Healer, don’t put so much pressure on yourself. There are other researchers in the institute. It’s not up to you alone to save everyone.”

"A person's ability is limited. If you're unhappy, rest until you're happy. We won't die anytime soon."

Omia placed her hands behind her head and tilted her head slightly back to look at the sky.

"Even if we die, this is our path."

"Enjoy life to the fullest while you're alive, and there's nothing to fear about death. You don't need to worry about it."

Omia always has this nonchalant attitude towards life and death, and even her words of comfort are unique.

Sang Qing smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern. I did what I wanted to do, and I'm not unhappy about it."

Omia: "Okay, if you're unhappy, you can come to our aquatic department for a water party."

"By the way, our captain will be back soon. Maybe you can see him perform then."

Omia winked teasingly.

Sang Qing paused, Man Zhu?

"Wasn't it supposed to be a year?"

"Who knows?" Omia shrugged. "Maybe something unexpected happened."

Sang Qing went to see General Curry with her doubts.

The troublemaking orcs who were beaten up several times yesterday have all been grounded and permanently removed from the healer's appointment system. No matter how much they shout that it's unfair, want to appeal, or regret their mistakes, it will all be to no avail.

General Curry issues new rules:

From now on, anyone who offends a therapist will be blacklisted, permanently disqualified from making appointments, suspended from all mental health treatments, severely punished, and sent out on missions.

With Nien leading the Lions and Tigers, the message was clearly communicated within each team: anyone who dares to talk nonsense will be dealt with by fists.

"Why did Manzhu come out early?" Sang Qing asked casually.

Curry shook his head gravely. "I heard it's because of family reasons, but I don't know the specifics."

Sang Qing couldn't understand why Man Zhu's riot value was so high, and why his family could have thawed him out of the freeze ahead of time.

Did his family hire an S-level therapist for him?

When Sang Qing was about to return to the treatment room, she bumped into Man Zhu who had just returned, and she gave up the idea.

The siren had beast-like ear fins, a pale yet alluring face, and long, unbound, deep purple-black hair that cascaded down her back.

A striking purple flower pattern blooms on the side of its neck, resembling some kind of totem, exuding both allure and eeriness.

His aura seemed even darker than when I last caught a glimpse of him.

Upon seeing her, Manzhu stopped in her tracks, a bewitching smile playing on her lips.

"Little female, did you miss me?"

Sang Qing: “…”

Sang Qing did not answer, her gaze shifting downwards to his bloodstained arm.

Manzhu followed Sang Qing's gaze, raised her hand to look, and said nonchalantly, "Hmm, you killed a few people, are you scared?"

Manju's eyes gleamed with interest, eager to see how the little female would react.

Sang Qing remained expressionless: "Doesn't one bear legal responsibility for murder?" "If no one knows I killed him, then there's no legal responsibility."

Manzhu chuckled, walked up behind Sang Qing, bent down and whispered in Sang Qing's ear, "For example, I'll kill you now and then eat you."

Sang Qing: “…”

madman.

Sang Qing stepped back, facing him directly again, speechless. "You were the one who openly said it yourself: kill me? Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

Manzhu reached out, her fingertips brushing against the corner of Sang Qing's eye, and chuckled lightly: "Have you been crying?"

The icy touch made Sang Qing subconsciously take another half step back and frown.

"Why cry over a bunch of scum? They're the ones who should be crying."

What were meant to be comforting words, when spoken by Manju, carried an inexplicable chilling and cruel aura.

Indeed, she was only verbally attacked and accidentally bumped into, while they were beaten much more severely.

Furthermore, they can no longer book their own treatments, and she's not going to be crazy enough to treat them voluntarily. Everyone knows what the consequences will be if the riot value can't be reduced; wouldn't that be devastating?
Manju withdrew her hand, casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and said in a nonchalant voice, "Don't worry, I've taken care of those scumbags for you."

Sang Qing raised an eyebrow. "How should we handle this? There's no need to beat them up again; it would only add to the doctor's burden."

Manzhu walked around Sang Qing for a couple of steps, then turned back with a bright smile on her lips, "I could easily make them die if I'm not careful."

Sang Qing's lips twitched. "Whatever makes you happy."

Having already witnessed Manju's madness, she was no longer so surprised by what he said.

As long as she doesn't go crazy and just die, that's fine.

Manzhu suppressed her smile and handed her something. "I brought this for you. Eating something sweet will make you feel better."

Before Sang Qing could react, the item was already in her hands.

Looking down, you can see delicate peach blossom-shaped pastries inside the transparent octagonal box, which look delicious.

"You did it?"

Manju wrapped her arms around her chest, and the corners of her eyes caused the colorful scales to point upwards. "I suppose so."

Sang Qing hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you."

Sang Qing watched Man Zhu's departing figure, sighed, and returned to the treatment room.

Manju returned to the shelter, proving that his family had not found him a therapist.

……

A few minutes later, Manju appeared at the place where the monkeys were kept in confinement.

Shi Ying applied to General Curry early in the morning to come and personally supervise the punishment.

Manju shifted her gaze from the orc being whipped inside to Shi Ying's face, leaned against the door, and gently touched the scales on the back of her hand: "Don't hit him too hard, or he won't be able to complete the mission if he's too badly injured."

These words sounded like a curse to the punished orcs, a death knell.

They stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the strangely beautiful orc outside the door.

However, the latter did not even deign to give them a glance.

Angri shouts immediately came from the cubicle, but to no avail.

Shi Ying looked at Man Zhu and, amidst the filthy atmosphere, caught a faint scent of the little bodhisattva in the air.

It was faint, but he was very familiar with the scent and couldn't be mistaken.

It was brought from Manju.

He met with Sang Qing before he came, and they even had a physical encounter.

Shi Ying's expression turned cold, but she still ordered that the person not be crippled.