Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 384 I Am Not the Beast God (18)

Several cubs were gathered not far from the cave, but dared not approach due to Xiong Bufan's powerful fighting ability.

The shaman ignored them, holding his spoon. Taking over the tribe didn't mean Xiong Bufan would have to support these burdens.

Xiong Bufan slowly sipped his soup, ignoring the little ones.

Tu squatted not far away, drooling as he looked at the meat soup in the pot. They hadn't eaten breakfast, and their stomachs were rumbling.

He was gambling, betting that Mann wouldn't abandon them; he was really hungry.

The little bug next to him rubbed its belly. "Tuman, really won't drive us away?"

"I don't know, let's take a look first."

"it is good."

Xiong Bufan overheard the two cubs' conversation, but what did that have to do with her?

Having eaten almost all the food, Xiong Bufan rubbed his stomach and said to Wu, "I'm full, you're not allowed to eat anything else."

The shaman pointed at the little cub and said, "Okay, shall we feed them?"

Xiong Bufan: "Whatever."

"Okay, then let's give them some."

The witch wriggled her tail, carried the pot to a spot not far from the cubs, and said, "Eat up."

Snakes usually refuse to eat food offered by other snakes for fear of poison, except when they are hungry.

The two little ones grabbed the pot and ran off. They put some water and fruit in it, which was enough to fill them up.

Xiong Bufan didn't care about what happened afterward. She was now asleep in bed, and she was now the bear who owned the entire tribe.

Zhuang led Yao Li and ran quite a distance before finally relaxing when they didn't see Xiong Bufan chasing after them.

Ze was injured and couldn't run very fast, but he still tried his best to keep up.

He will not allow Zhuang to monopolize the little female, nor will he allow Man to harm the little female.

Yao Li has a good recovery ability. Although the journey was bumpy, her injuries have healed a lot and she no longer feels that sharp, broken pain.

Therefore, spiritual springs and spatial realms are truly wonderful things.

Zhuang led the able-bodied men of the tribe through the dense jungle, finally stopping in a relatively flat area.

Yao Li was put down and held in Zhuang's arms. "Li, don't worry, no one can hurt you anymore."

Zhuang untied the water bottle from his waist and placed it near Yao Li's mouth.

Since Yao Li came to the tribe, she has taught everyone many life skills, one of which is carrying water when going out.

The nauseating smell of animal hides filled Yao Li's nostrils, but she had no choice but to open her mouth and swallow the water that Zhuang brought her.

"Li, drinking water will make you feel much better."

The other male beasts followed, forming a circle around Zhuang and Yao Li, warily watching their surroundings.

Although this was a place they had ventured into before while hunting, it was hard to guarantee that other races wouldn't come to hunt here.

When Xiong Bufan woke up, the sun was still shining brightly on the earth, but it wasn't as scorching anymore.

There are now seven or eight orcs in the tribe, and those few Bobo beasts alone won't last long.

The witch would sit in the tree by the door to cool off, spending all her time in the tree except when she went back to the cave to sleep at night.

As soon as Xiong Bufan stepped out of the cave, the shaman sensed his presence, transformed into human form, and coiled himself on a tree, asking, "Xiong Bufan, where are you going?"

"I'm going out for a stroll, do you want to come with me?"

The witch climbed down from the tree. "I'll go with you."

Xiong Bufan led the shaman away from the tribe. "Shaman, have you ever seen a creature with short fur, strong build, small ears, and powerful limbs?"

The shaman said after a moment's thought, "Yes, I've seen them. There are many."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Bufan's eyes lit up. "Where?"

The shaman looked at Xiong Bufan and said matter-of-factly, "It's you. All tiger beastmen are like this."

Xiong Bufan slapped the shaman aside, saying, "I already told you, I'm not a tiger." The snake-beast seemed not to understand human speech.

Do bears even exist in this world? Xiong Bufan felt inexplicably irritable.

Wu watched as Xiong Bufan scratched his scalp, which looked like it had been chewed by a dog, and said cautiously, "Xiong Bufan, you can draw what you're looking for. Maybe I really have seen it before?"

Xiong Bufan patted Wu on the shoulder, "You're right."

Before long, the witch was sitting to one side, covering her eyes, feeling that her vision had been assaulted.

He began to hate himself for coming up with the idea; Xiong Bufan's painting was even less reliable than the description.

No, that can hardly be called a painting; the ground is littered with the dead bodies of snakes and beasts.

Looking at the shaman, Xiong Bufan asked expectantly, "Have you ever seen him before?"

Fearing a beating, Wu covered his eyes and stiffly shook his head, "I've never seen it."

With his eyes covered, how could he know he'd never seen it before? Xiong Bufan felt that Wu was just giving him the runaround, and he was just being perfunctory.

Xiong Bufan forcefully pulled the witch's hand away. "Look, have you seen him before?"

The witch had forgotten about the painting, but now that she saw it again, she felt only fear, as if it were a ferocious beast.

Every time I see this painting, I have different feelings, but without exception, it's always terrifying.

Two streams of bloody tears flowed from his eyes as he shook his head and said, "No, I've never seen it."

"There is no such creature here." After saying that, the shaman transformed into his original form and lay down on the ground, pretending to be dead.

This is absolutely terrifying, absolutely terrifying! The thing on the ground seems to be sentient, about to pounce and bite the snake.

Xiong Bufan looked at the painting on the ground and felt that the witch didn't know how to appreciate art. Look at those four strong, powerful claws, sharp teeth, small ears, small but bright eyes, and a huge mouth capable of devouring everything...

No matter how you look at it, this painting feels incredibly realistic; in Xiong Bufan's mind, this is exactly what a bear should look like.

After watching for a while, the witch was still pretending to be dead. Afraid of being burned by the sunlight, she quietly moved to a shady spot.

Remembering her purpose for coming out, Xiong Bufan grabbed the witch's tail and continued walking forward. This time, she was going out to capture many Bobo Beasts.

One Bobo Beast can produce ten baby Bobo Beasts in a year, so fifty Bobo Beasts can produce many more in a year, and soon there will be an endless supply of Bobo Beasts to eat.

Xiong Bufan could already imagine countless Bobo Beasts waving at him. Now all he needed to do was catch more Bobo Beasts and let the people in the tribe feed them.

The shaman's head hit the ground, and when Xiong Bufan ran fast, he would kick him in the face. He dared not transform into human form at all now.

He could only say intermittently, "Xiong Bufan, you—put me down, you—let me run away by myself."

Xiong Bufan had no habit of running errands for others, and without hesitation threw Wu on the ground, saying, "Go find me a few Bobo Beasts, consider it payment for taking you away earlier."

The witch's head was still spinning, and with a "whoosh," she vomited all the soup she had drunk a few days ago onto the ground.