Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

As soon as Chiheng landed, he snuggled into Yetang's arms, the big bird nestling itself nestled against Yetang, its wings drooping, its tail hanging to the ground, its crimson eyes looking up at Yetang pitifully. "Little Tangtang, I've been bullied..."

For someone his height, this action was quite strenuous. He was a full head taller than Ye Tang, and he had to bend over, tuck his wings, and bend his knees to bury his face in her shoulder. The scene looked less like he was being affectionate and more like a giant firebird trying to fold itself into the size of a chick.

"Who bullied our little firebird?" Ye Tang quickly caught the aggrieved bird.

"That black-hearted Youming! He tricked me out of my ice cream and ate it all! He didn't leave me a single bite, and he even called it a tasting—can you tasting a whole tub? He's just bullying an honest guy!" Chiheng got angrier and angrier as he spoke.

"Who is Youming?" Ye Tang searched her memory for the name, but couldn't recall it.

"Youlie's brother! A cunning wolf with a hundred schemes! The commander of the Northern Defense Line, he's in cahoots with that dead cat Jingyao, treating Youlie like a donkey every day, and even stealing Youlie's self-heating hot pot! I kindly let him try a bite of ice cream, and he ate the whole tub without paying, claiming it was some kind of 'tasting'! Bullying an honest bird!"

"It's just ice cream, I have plenty here, okay? Don't be angry." Ye Tang took another tub of vanilla ice cream from her spatial storage and handed it to Chi Heng. Chi Heng took the tub of ice cream, and his tears stopped instantly.

"Um."

"How is Youlie? Is he alright?"

"No, he's fine. Little Tangtang, I've worked hard." He flew for several hours to the Northern Territory, delivered supplies, and was then left to do manual labor. He even lost a tub of limited-edition ice cream. He wanted some reward.

"Mmm, you've worked hard." Ye Tang tiptoed and ruffled his bright red hair.

"Little Tangtang, can you give me a kiss?" Chi Heng pouted, his bright red eyes sparkling. Ye Tang quickly tiptoed and gently kissed his lips.

"so?"

"Mmm." A thin blush rose on Chi Heng's cheeks, spreading from his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. He was so excited that he wanted to take off on the spot. He had received so many kisses—cheek kisses, forehead kisses, and now a kiss on the lips.

His position in Ye Tang's heart was as secure as Mount Tai, and he would surpass the scheming wolf sooner or later. The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but snuggle into Ye Tang's arms again, rubbing his head against her neck. His wings had somehow sprung out and gently wrapped around Ye Tang's back.

"Alright, alright, stop rubbing against me." Ye Tang patted his wing, but couldn't help but smile. The little firebird loved to be pampered, and once he started, he wouldn't stop.

Qi Xuan was completely distraught. He had only taken a short nap when he woke up to find the red-feathered bird nestled in his sister's arms, and she had even kissed him.

He leaped out of the water vat, flew between the two, and desperately pushed Chiheng's face to the side with his four little paws, while his tail wrapped around Yetang's wrist and pulled her towards him. "Sister, mine!" His icy blue vertical pupils were so aggrieved that tears were about to well up in his eyes.

"War God, Tangtang is my wife. You are just a little kid now." Chi Heng raised his chin proudly, his tail feathers sticking up high behind him, and deliberately used the tips of his wings to draw Ye Tang towards him.

"I am also my sister's beast husband."

"No, you don't. You still have an ex-fiancée to deal with, and she'll come looking for trouble with Xiao Tangtang." Chi Heng rarely adopted a reasonable tone.

"I'll go chop her up." Qi Xuan's eyes suddenly changed, a genuine killing intent flashing in his icy blue vertical pupils. The war god who had dominated the battlefield for hundreds of years revealed his sharp fangs in that instant.

"That's not necessarily true..." Chi Heng was dumbfounded. He, a man who had been called a brute by the entire empire for more than thirty years, was now advising others to calm down.

Compared to Qi Xuan, he was practically too refined. At most, he would burn down a gate, while this old senior would just chop people up with a snap of his fingers. He didn't know before, but now he finally understood. His title of "Number One Roughneck of the Empire" was probably a friendly gift from everyone because of his grandfather. The real roughneck had always been drinking beast milk in Prison Zero.

Qi Xuan turned to face Ye Tang, the murderous intent in his vertical pupils vanished instantly, his eyes becoming soft and adorable again. He gently tugged at Ye Tang's sleeve with his little paws, and his voice switched back to that of a child: "Sister, Qi Xuan is good." It was as if the fleeting murderous intent from just now was just an illusion.

"Stop messing around." Ye Tang watched as the two male beasts, one big and one small, fought over her, feeling like a zookeeper being eyed by two furry cubs at the same time.

She just came to the beast world to find a job, how did she become such a hot commodity? Every beast she feeds becomes her beast husband, and she can barely keep up with them all. "I already have two beast husbands, I don't want to marry any more."

"No! Imperial law stipulates that a female must have at least three male beasts." Qi Xuan was anxious and brought up the imperial law.

"Um...it seems there's already a third one." Ye Tang suddenly remembered that proud mermaid. She touched his tail and put away his scales. According to the customs of the Sea Abyss royal family, she and Cang Ming had already pledged their lives to each other.

The expression on Cangming's face when she left clearly indicated that she was heading back to the sea to retrieve her dowry. Judging by the timing, the mermaid should be swimming back around now.

"Then I'll be the fourth!" Qi Xuan was so anxious that he forgot to adjust his tone, and his voice turned into the deep, resonant voice of a mature male beast. The voice was so penetrating that it made the lid of the teacup on the table vibrate.

"No...you..." Chi Heng's eyes widened. This senior's voice just now wasn't like this at all. He had been used to the childish, cub-like voice for so many days, and now that it suddenly switched back to the deep voice of an adult male beast, Chi Heng felt like he had been deceived.

"Little redhead, do you have a problem with this God of War?" Qi Xuan suddenly transformed from his tiny cub form into human form. His long, frost-white hair fell to his waist, the ends of which were the same ice-blue as his pupils, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

He was tall and slender, with deep and cold features, high brow bones, and slightly pursed thin lips. Even when he just stood there casually, the oppressive aura he exuded was even heavier than that of Jing Yao, the White Tiger Marshal. That was the aura of a true war god who had guarded the South China Sea seal for more than three hundred years and fought against three city-destroying fallen beasts.

"No, War God, do you even care about your old face?!" Chi Heng finally understood that this old cucumber had already recovered. All that "Sister's hungry, food is here" and "Qi Xuan, be good" was just an act. He monopolized all of Ye Tang's kisses, hugs, feedings, and baths, and now he even dared to transform into human form and steal his spot.

"You're pretending to be a baby, and you keep calling me 'sister'! You're over five hundred years old! Older than Little Tangtang's great-grandmother!"

"Xiao Tang bathed this God of War and saw everything. Shouldn't she take responsibility for this God of War?" Qi Xuan said righteously.

"You shameless bastard!" Chi Heng instantly bristled, his wings snapping open, his crimson feathers trembling with rage. In his thirty-plus years of life, he had seen many shameless male beasts—Youlie pretending to be a dog, Lingshou being stubborn, and Cangming using his tail to seduce people. But compared to the one before him, those others were as innocent as newly hatched chicks.

"Can you marry a good woman if you have any sense of shame?" Qi Xuan stated the facts and reasoned with her.

"Holy crap, that makes so much sense, I can't even argue with that." Chi Heng stood there, stunned. He recalled the whole process of pursuing Ye Tang: she accepted the tail feathers without knowing the custom; he stubbornly refused to leave Zero Prison; and he flew back to the old house in the middle of the night to drag his grandfather out of bed and force him to sign the release certificate. It seemed that it was indeed true that one couldn't have both face and marrying a good woman.

"I'm a scumbag, I take no responsibility." Ye Tang raised her hands and made an X in front of her chest. She wasn't exactly a saint either; she didn't ask clearly when she touched Cangming's tail, and now there's another one. But at least she knew what she liked.

"What? You can even fancy this little red-haired guy, but not this God of War?" Qi Xuan glanced at Chi Heng. This red-haired weakling isn't as strong as him, nor as experienced, and in terms of looks, his face is worse than Chi Heng's? Why can Chi Heng marry him but he can't?

"I like furry ones, not scaly ones," Ye Tang said frankly. Her priorities were clear—round fur first, flat fur second, and scaly fur last. This was her basic principle as a furry enthusiast.

Qi Xuan's face darkened for a moment, but he quickly composed himself. He had lived for over five hundred years and had seen all sorts of storms. What did it matter if a female he liked disliked his scales? It wasn't like he couldn't change.

"I, the God of War, don't care. If you don't marry me, I'll run to the city gate and roll around on the ground ten thousand times, saying you started something and then abandoned it, ruining your reputation."

"Whatever you want. God of War, as the saying goes—a good reputation can be a bad one. The past is the past, now it's a freak." Ye Tang shrugged indifferently.

When she was a corporate slave on Earth, the nasties she was verbally abused by clients were far worse than rolling on a city wall. Is she afraid of this?