Transmigrating to the Beast World and Raising Cubs with a Black Panther

Yan, standing next to him, couldn't bear to look at him; he wrinkled his nose and looked disgusted.

It still hurts?

He never uttered a sound when a wolf bit a hole in his shoulder before, but now he's whimpering.

"Ouch~" Yan Chaomo mouthed, his face full of teasing.

But as a brother, he didn't expose him.

After all, Mo had suffered a lot under Bai Ze's care before, so let him be dramatic if he wants; at least someone cares about him.

It's better than silently tending to your wounds in a corner.

Li moved closer to Xing and asked, "Who are you making clothes for?"

"Chen".

"So beautiful, Xing, you're amazing." Li's face showed a very envious expression. "It's so good to have a brother. Chen is so lucky."

"I wish I had an older brother."

"Or, if my father were still—" Li shook his head, then a look of melancholy crossed his face, "Sigh..."

Xing couldn't bear it: "If you'd like, I can make you some clothes too."

"It might be a little slow."

Before he could finish speaking, Li looked up at him, flattered and excited, "Really?!"

"Hmm." Xing reached out and patted Li's shoulder. "However, you'll have to provide the animal hides; I don't have enough at home."

"certainly!!!"

"Xing, what color do you think suits me?" Li asked excitedly, opening her arms wide.

Xingyou thought seriously: "Gray, with a touch of white, would look even better."

"Okay, I'll send it over to you in a bit, thanks Xing!"

"Um."

Bai Ze was a little worried that Mo's wound might get infected, so he pulled him into the cave and gently cleaned the surface of the wound with water. His movements were extremely light and delicate.

"Just say it hurts."

"Um."

For the first time, Bai Ze desperately wanted iodine, alcohol, and bandages.

Other people who time-travel have a cheat code, but he doesn't even have a blade of grass.

It's fortunate that I grew up in the mountains; otherwise, if a pampered young master had transmigrated here, he would have starved to death.

Are you hungry?

"good."

Considering they had been busy outside all day, Bai Ze took out the potato strips that had been cut and soaked in water beforehand.

As the oil sizzled in the pan, the beastmen outside the cave sniffed hard.

Yan quickly squatted down by the stove, glaring at it menacingly.

Bai Ze smiled and said, "Stay away, or the oil will splash on you."

"It's okay, I'm thick-skinned, I'm not afraid."

Kun and Li weren't so blatant; they feigned modesty for a moment and peered out from the cave entrance.

The cubs, eager to seek praise from their adoptive father and beast father, had already returned home with their prey, leaving only Jue and Xi behind.

Bai Ze served the two children a separate plate and poured tomato sauce on the side.

Xi ate so much that she stomped her feet, refusing to stop even though her lips were stung. Later, she simply pinched her lips while eating, trying to avoid the wound.

For the orcs, Bai Ze simply prepared a hand-grabbed version: he laid a layer of leaves on the stones outside, poured in freshly cooked, fragrant fries, added a small bowl of ketchup, and let them eat as much as they wanted.

Yan, Li, and the other two couldn't wait to pick them up and stuff them into their mouths. After tasting them, they ate one after another, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Mo opened his hand, but Bai Ze wouldn't let him clench his fist because of the wound on it.

Watching the pile of fries dwindle at a visible rate, Mo really wanted to overturn Li and the others and send them all home.

It was clearly something Bai Ze made especially for himself, but these three brutes ruined it all.

Just as he was feeling down, Bai Ze came over with a plate of fries and some red ketchup next to it.

"Is your hand free?"

Mo picked up a stick, which happened to touch the scar on the back of his hand at the knuckles. He frowned imperceptibly: "It's alright."

Bai Ze subconsciously picked up the fries, dipped them in ketchup, and held them to his lips.

Mo opened its mouth and snatched it away, saying gently, "It's delicious."

Yan, Li, and the other two, who were showing off their fries, were dumbfounded.

Have they really gone this far with their husbands?

That little wound, you can just lick it yourself, why make someone feed it to you?

Ink, where's your face?

I can't bear to look! I can't bear to look!

The three of them tacitly kept quiet, because they knew that if they made a sound now, Mo would immediately kick them out, and they would miss out on the delicious food Bai Ze had prepared.

That would be very sad.

In the afternoon, Bai Ze planned to go to the Great Shaman to get some medicine for Mo's wounds, and also to ask if there was any way to cure sleepwalking.

Mo originally wanted to go with him, but was suddenly summoned by the clan chief to discuss the matter of going to the merfolk to exchange salt in a few days.

Bai Ze had never been there before and was just about to ask someone when he ran into Si on the way. Si was also on his way to find the Great Shaman, so the two of them decided to go together.

Zhao was inside the cave, holding a stone bowl and a stone pestle, grinding the stone in circles, making a "shashasha" sound.

The outside was covered with all kinds of grasses, and Bai Ze could vaguely make out some of them, such as plantain, dandelion, wild chrysanthemum... all of which were common in the mountains when he was a child.

Just as Bai Ze was about to call out from outside, Si walked in with practiced ease, waving at him: "He's very focused when he's working on the medicine, you won't hear him."

Just as Si had said, the two of them walked to Zhao's side before he belatedly looked up and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Don't go out alone in the future," Si said helplessly. "If you were in the mountains, wild animals would be biting your neck by now."

"Then you can come with me," Zhao said nonchalantly. "You can keep an eye on things."

"I'm not in the tribe every day."

"Then try your best to come over."

Bai Ze was curious as he watched the two of them getting along so well.

In the primitive tribes I've seen in documentaries, the shamans are often very old, mysterious, and aloof. But Zhao looks about the same age as them, and she's quite approachable.

Zhao Chao Bai Ze smiled and asked, "Bai Ze, what brings you here?"

"Mo has some cuts on his hands and would like to ask you for some ointment."

"Okay." Zhao got up, rummaged through the shelf, took out a stone jar, scooped out two spoonfuls with a piece of wood, wrapped it in leaves, and handed it to Bai Ze. "Just apply it to Mo when we get back."

Si stood to the side, looking at the mess on the ground, and resignedly began to pick up the bags, bowls and jars scattered on the ground.

"Thank you, Great Shaman." After accepting the medicine, Bai Ze asked softly, "Um... Great Shaman, do you have any medicine that can cure a sleeper who runs around?"

"Wandering around while sleeping?" This was the first time Zhao had ever heard of such a thing.

Bai Ze briefly described the symptoms of sleepwalking.

"I see." Zhao thought for a moment, "I have something here that can make people sleep very soundly and deeply."

"Why don't you give it a try? Maybe if you sleep well, you won't run around."

Bai Ze thought it made sense and immediately nodded.

Zhao searched through the items again, then turned to ask, "Si, what happened to the things I traded with the Golden Sparrow Clan?"

Si pointed to the far right of the shelf: "It's pressed down under the stone."

"Found it." Zhao opened the layers of leaves that were wrapped around the leaves and pulled out a few yellowish-brown heart-shaped leaves. "Take one before you go to sleep, put it in a container, and slowly burn it with a fire."

Bai Ze was very grateful: "Thank you."