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

Bai Ze slept until noon before waking up.

Jue went in several times during the night, each time standing by the bedside, anxiously placing her hand on her father's forehead, her fair face showing an exceptionally serious expression.

Bai Ze opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw that he was lying on Mo's bed again, he felt like crying but had no tears left.

Is this a terminal illness? Can sleepwalking really have a late stage?

Why does it have to be Mo Huo Huo? He works so hard hunting during the day, and then he has to be disturbed by me at night.

He lowered his eyes, his clothes were neat.

Bai Ze sighed, his guilt reaching its peak.

From the moment he came into this world, he judged others with the mind of a petty person, and was always wary of being implicated.

As a result, he ended up in someone else's bed first.

Key Mo always silently endured it without uttering a sound.

I feel so guilty...

Bai Ze lifted the covers and got out of bed, but hesitated for a moment, wondering if he had been eating too much chili peppers lately.

It seems I need to eat a light diet, otherwise some illnesses are difficult to treat here.

"Father, you're awake!" Jue, who had been guarding the fire, rushed over when he heard the door open.

Bai Ze looked at the sunlight outside the cave: "Jue, what time is it now?"

"It's noon." Jue ladled out the porridge that had been kept warm in the pot. "Father, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Bai Ze shook his head and slowly sat down on the stone bench: "Where is your beast father?"

"They went out hunting."

After finishing his porridge, Bai Ze suddenly remembered his promise to the children yesterday, slapped his forehead, and hurriedly went outside.

But at the entrance of the cave, they saw several animal skin bags, their mouths open, filled with chestnuts.

"Bai Ze!"

"You're finally up!"

"We've brought back a lot of chestnuts!"

The children surrounded Bai Ze, and there were several new, bulging animal skin bags nearby.

Xi was among them, wiping the sweat from her face. Seeing Bai Ze looking refreshed, she breathed a sigh of relief, just like Jue.

"I'm sorry, I slept in today," Bai Ze sincerely apologized to the children.

"It's okay!"

"Can we make some delicious food now?"

"Yes, yes, I deliberately left room in my belly."

Bai Ze smiled, looked at the children's expectant eyes, and immediately nodded: "Then let's begin now!"

"Everyone should come and help!"

"Great!"

"I'm ready!" The innocent voices of children rose and fell, and the little ones rolled up their sleeves, full of enthusiasm.

Jue and Xi had seen Bai Ze do it yesterday, so they took on the responsibility of being the chef's assistants, guiding the other children step by step to open the shells, boil them, peel them, and mash them into a paste...

The area outside the huge cave was bustling with activity.

Working makes you thirsty, so Bai Ze brewed a pot of hawthorn fruit tea for the children. After it cooled down, it was sweet and sour and very refreshing.

Once the fragrant chestnut puree was ready, the little ones lined up to wash their hands and then used their imaginations to shape the chestnut puree into various forms.

Xi even made a cat head and gave it to Bai Ze.

He had once seen Bai Ze transform into a lynx; it was incredibly handsome, though a bit fierce, baring its teeth and extending its claws at him.

It left an indelible shadow on Xi's young mind.

The chestnut cake was successfully cooked, and Bai Ze used leaves as plates to lead the children in enjoying afternoon tea under the sun.

The cubs ate until their cheeks were bulging, mumbling incoherently, "So...delicious, mmm...so delicious."

Some were so satisfied they jumped up and down, shaking their heads and squinting their eyes.

Jue and Xi, taking advantage of their location, sat down on either side of Bai Ze, their ears perked up, listening intently as he told them interesting stories.

"Today we're going to tell the story of three little rabbits."

The babies sat in a row, asking curiously, "Little rabbit? Are you from the rabbit tribe?"

Rabbit Tribe?

What an adorable name! Bai Ze couldn't help but marvel at how wondrous this world truly is.

He echoed the children's sentiments, saying, "That's right."

"Once upon a time, there were three little rabbits, named Rabbit One, Rabbit Two, and Rabbit Three..."

"Rabbit One built a house with hay, Rabbit Two built a house with wood, Rabbit Three built a house with stones..."

"In the end, only Rabbit Three's house was the sturdiest... and everyone finally defeated the Big Bad Wolf."

The children listened intently, their mouths opening and closing with the ups and downs of the story. At the end, when they heard that the big bad wolf hadn't eaten the little rabbit, they all cheered.

"Rabbit Three is amazing!"

"We also live in stone houses, and we're not afraid of the big bad wolf!"

"We can let the little rabbit live with us from now on."

Bai Ze was amused. He thought to himself that the black panther seemed to be more dangerous than the big bad wolf.

The cubs asked expectantly, "Bai Ze, could you tell us another story about a little rabbit?"

Bai Ze thought for a moment and said, "How about I teach you a song about a little white rabbit?"

"Okay." The cubs coughed and cleared their throats.

So, Bai Ze began to sing: "Little white rabbit, white and white, with two ears standing up..."

Despite having a plain voice, her singing still has a unique charm.

It received unanimous applause and praise from the audience.

Bai Ze was greatly encouraged and also relieved that the children had never heard the original singer.

The cubs chimed in, "Little white rabbit, white and white, two ears standing up..."

Even Lian Jue started to imitate him in a low voice.

Bai Ze was overjoyed, his face beaming with the loving kindness of an old father.

The song was very simple, and the cubs learned it quickly. They asked Bai Ze to teach them a few more songs so they could perform them for their foster father and beast father when they got home.

Bai Ze didn't have many nursery rhymes to his name either: "Then let's learn another one, 'Two Tigers'."

Because the children's reaction was so enthusiastic and their emotions so high, Bai Ze's confidence soared. He simply stood up and shouted, "Two tigers, two tigers, running fast..."

He sang it twice in one go.

Then, turning his head, he saw Mo carrying his prey back, standing quietly behind him, his face expressionless, but his golden eyes held an indescribable emotion.

"Mo, you're back." Bai Ze stepped forward and asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"

"No." Mo stood there calmly, his expression serene. "Were you talking about a tiger just now?"

"You've mentioned it so many times."

Do you like tigers?

Each sentence seemed devoid of emotion, like a casual question, but Bai Ze always felt he had to answer cautiously.

Since returning from that research trip, Mo has become very sensitive to the word "tiger".

Bai Ze adopted his usual approach—to coax people.

He immediately shook his head: "I don't like it, I don't like tigers."

Mo repeated earnestly, "You've mentioned it many times."

"That's a song, for kids."

"Isn't there anything else?" Mo, without realizing it, blurted out about eavesdropping that day. "The story you told was also about the Tiger Tribe."

"Hmm?" Bai Ze asked in confusion, "How...how did you know?"

Mo paused, his expression unchanged: "Jue told me that story."

Jue, who was standing to the side, suddenly looked up: "?"

Do I... have it?