The evil female is weak and the males of the whole continent are out of control and fall.

Chapter 679 A false alarm

The curtain was lifted by a hand covered in mud and dark blood, and Zhu Xiu and Qiu Rong, supporting each other, staggered in.

Their bodies were covered in small, scattered wounds, their animal hides were badly torn and soaked with rain and blood, clinging tightly to their bodies, making them look utterly wretched. Their brows were furrowed with an overwhelming weariness, but their eyes brightened the moment they saw Bai Wanwan.

Bai Wanwan was stunned at first, seemingly unable to believe it. Then, the tears she had been holding back for so long finally burst forth, rolling down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.

She didn't even bother to wipe herself clean, and like a fledgling bird returning to its nest, she ran towards the two males.

"Zhu Xiu! Chief Rong!" Her voice trembled slightly, and in the blink of an eye she rushed in front of them.

But he stopped abruptly, reaching out to touch them, only to freeze in mid-air upon seeing their blood-stained bodies, afraid to fall and perhaps accidentally touch their wounds.

"Sit down quickly! Let me check your injuries..."

The chieftain rarely saw her so distraught and tearful. Despite being covered in wounds, her heartache was more palpable than the pain she felt.

He forced a reassuring smile onto his tired face, his voice hoarse but trying to remain calm: "Wanwan, don't worry, don't be afraid. Most of the blood on us comes from that fake Beast God. We're fine, we don't have any fatal injuries, we're just a little exhausted."

Hearing him say it himself, Bai Wanwan's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, but she was still worried.

She personally stepped forward and carefully helped Zhu Xiu and Qiu Rong to sit down on the wooden stools covered with thick animal hides by the fire pit.

Xin Feng had already brought warm water, clean towels, and prepared wound medicine.

Bai Wanwan took the cloth, soaked it, wrung it out, and, disregarding the filth on their bodies, gently and carefully wiped the blood and mud from their faces and arms.

Her movements were very gentle, as if she were handling a fragile treasure.

As the stains faded, revealing the skin underneath, which was covered with small wounds but none of them were fatal, her anxiety gradually subsided.

She personally examined them and personally applied medicine and bandaged their deeper wounds.

Zhu Xiu quietly let her do her work, raised his hand, and gently brushed the stray hairs that had fallen across her cheek behind her ear with his slightly rough but incredibly gentle fingertips. In his vertical pupils, which were dark and bloodshot from killing and exhaustion, her image was clearly reflected, shimmering with deep and tender love and contentment.

"Do you believe me now?" he asked in a low voice, his voice carrying a hint of relief at surviving a close call.

Bai Wanwan raised her eyes and glared at him, her eyes still moist, but her tone was very stubborn: "Although there are no fatal wounds, these injuries are not light! You have lost so much blood and have so many wounds... You must lie down and recover for the next few days and are not allowed to move around."

Seeing her show such a rare display of strong, commanding concern, Zhu Xiu and Qiu Rong both smiled with happiness and satisfaction.

"it is good."

"I will do as my wife says."

The tense and stagnant atmosphere finally eased somewhat due to their safe return, and a faint warmth of relief filled the room.

"You just said that all this blood belongs to the Beast God, so how is he?" Yin Ze asked, standing to the side.

Bai Wanwan paused in her bandaging of them; she had just come to inquire about their injuries and forgotten to ask about this matter. "We were worried about it being dead, so we set it on fire and watched it burn to ashes before returning."

"Is that really the solution?"

Chief Rong nodded, "It should be true. Those beastmen who were controlled to attack the tiger clan also regained their senses after the fake beast god died and all retreated."

Bai Wanwan wanted to ask more specific questions, since this fake beast god was incredibly powerful and had brought indelible disasters to the entire beast world continent.

But just then, Jin Yi, who had just gone in to observe the situation, lifted the curtain and said to the people outside, "The Jiaoyuan Clan Chief has woken up."

Bai Wanwan stood up almost immediately and turned to Zhu Xiu and Qiu Rong, who had just sat down, and said quickly, "Father Beast is awake! You two rest here and don't move around. I'm going to check on Father Beast!"

Having said that, without bothering to give any further instructions, he immediately turned around and followed Jin Yi quickly into the inner room, his figure disappearing behind the curtain.

Bai Wanwan walked quickly to Jiaoyuan's bedside and saw that he had indeed opened his eyes. Although his eyes no longer had the sharp light of the past and looked tired and cloudy, they were indeed awake.

"Father Beast!" Bai Wanwan called softly, her voice filled with undisguised joy.

Upon hearing the sound, Jiao Yuan laboriously turned his eyes, focusing his gaze on her.

When he confirmed that his female cub was standing in front of him unharmed, except for being a little pale, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. He let out a long, very weak sigh of relief, as if he had used up all his strength.

Her chapped lips moved a few times, uttering a barely audible voice: "Thank goodness... thank goodness... Wanwan, you're alright..."

These few words contain the simplest and most profound concern of a father beast at the critical moment of life and death.

He seemed oblivious to the excruciating pain he was experiencing, his mind and eyes filled only with thoughts of her safety.

Bai Wanwan looked at him, so weak that he could barely speak, his whole body almost completely covered in thick ointment and bandages, especially the hideous wound on his waist and abdomen, which was still shocking to behold. But the first thing he did when he woke up was to make sure she was safe.

Thinking of his resolute act of standing at the forefront, and then of the fact that she was not his true female offspring, a mix of emotion—gratitude and deep guilt—suddenly welled up in her heart, making her nose instantly sting with tears.

She blinked hard, forcing back the tears that were about to well up, and leaned down, trying to make her voice sound steady and gentle: "Yes, I'm fine, we're all okay. Don't worry about me, the most important thing now is for you to take good care of yourself and recover as soon as possible."

Hearing the genuine concern in her words, Jiao Yuan forced a smile on his pale and weak face, trying to comfort her and tell her not to worry about him.

"Okay... Father Beast... Get well soon..." he promised haltingly, seemingly trying to prove with a smile that he was alright.

However, he overestimated his current condition.

Even a slight smile aggravated the wounds in his chest and abdomen, triggering a violent and uncontrollable cough that caused him to curl up in pain, his face turning from white to blue, and more cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Bai Wanwan was startled and quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently stroke his violently heaving back.

(End of this chapter)