The Ten Thousand Beasts Festival (Continued)

"That's fine, "Jian Mo nodded. "Okay."

Qing Kuo used a small knife to trim his hair, while Ye Luo tidied his nails—although Ye Luo didn't want to form a family with a beastman for the time being, he would still participate in the Ten Thousand Beasts Festival and date beastmen he liked, so he was preparing for it today.

Jian Mo was given a makeover, and Qing Kuo and the others even brought him a mirror to look at himself.

Although the mirror was just coated glass and the reflection wasn't very clear, Jian Mo could still see that she looked much more energetic in the mirror.

After arriving in the orc world, he probably trained more and went to bed early and got up early, which made his physique even more toned, and his appearance was actually better than when he was on Earth.

Not to mention others, even he himself felt a flutter in his heart when he saw it.

Jian Mo exclaimed, "Your cooking is amazing!"

Qing Kuo looked him over with satisfaction. "It's because you're good-looking."

Jian Mo looked at them; the sub-beastmen were mostly strikingly handsome, tall and thin, and actually quite good-looking when they were dressed up. Their slightly darker skin actually added to their exotic charm.

Jian Mo said appreciatively, "You guys are beautiful too."

Everyone laughed and admired each other for a while before packing up and heading home.

When they returned to the tribe, the young beastmen also returned, having washed and dressed themselves.

Like the sub-beastmen, the beastmen also trimmed their fur, dyed their skin and lips, and wore accessories, making them look much more refined.

Especially A Hu, this beastman whose beast form is a long-haired orange cat, wearing a necklace made of stained glass around his neck, instantly transformed from a boy into a charming young man.

When Jian Mo looked at him again, she couldn't imagine how he had been when his house collapsed last winter, he had been stabbed in the buttock by a stone, and after treatment, he had chased after his companions, howling in anger.

Jian Mo glanced at the group of orcs and sub-orcs with an appreciative look, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw Wu Jiong.

Wu Jiong had simply tidied himself up; he was tall, handsome, and very upright.

Especially when those eyes with long eyelashes looked over, Jian Mo's heart started pounding uncontrollably.

Wu Jiong strode over, smiled at Jian Mo, and extended his hand.

Jian Mo placed her hand in his palm and whispered, "My God! You're so handsome, I don't want to go to the bonfire party."

Wu Jiong: "Then we won't go."

Jian Mo turned to look at him. "Really? You're the clan leader, you can't not go, can you?"

Wu Jiong: "It's alright, they'll figure out why we're not going. Someone else will take charge."

Jian Mo was momentarily tempted by his suggestion, but ultimately reluctantly declined. "Forget it, there's no rush."

Wu Jiong chuckled softly and kissed him, "Let's go check out the bonfire party, and then we'll leave."

When they arrived at the bonfire party, most of the people had already arrived.

Hong Qiu and his group were greeting their own people and those from other tribes who had come from afar—the young people were playing today, while the middle-aged and elderly were doing more preparation.

Seeing Wu Jiong return, Hong Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled Wu Jiong and Jian Mo over to greet the others.

Jian Mo followed behind, drinking, eating meat, chatting, dancing, singing... There was no need for much facilitation; the young people themselves created a lively atmosphere.

Under the moonlight, the high-pitched singing carried far and wide, almost reaching the clouds.

Jian Mo and Wu Jiong played for a couple of rounds, then said goodbye to Hong Qiu and the others before leaving the Riverside Tribe.

Wu Jiong transformed back into a giant white wolf, carrying Jian Mo as they ran towards the Ambus River.

The Ambus River was where they had caught Three-Eyed Fish a while back; the flowers were in full bloom and the grass was growing well.

Today has passed, and the wildflowers are still in full bloom, and the weeds are still lush and green.

Today is the full moon, and it's so bright that they can clearly see the white clouds in the sky and everything in the fields.

Jian Mo had assumed they would admire the moon first, but things didn't turn out as he expected.

Perhaps when he took that jar of ointment made from insect nests, things were destined to spiral out of his control.

However, it seems like it wouldn't be bad to use up all the ointment first, and then enjoy the moon.

Jian Mo rested her head on Wu Jiong's shoulder, looking at the moon in the sky, feeling a simple and relaxed feeling in her heart.

It seems there's nothing to worry about in life; all they need to do is fully enjoy the bright moon and the freedom of the moment.

The two stayed on the Ambus River for a long time, and it was already past midnight when they returned to the tribe.

Dew had come out, wetting the giant wolf's feet and tail.

Jian Mo touched the giant wolf's furry ears, feeling that they were also a little damp.

As she played, Jian Mo grew a little drowsy.

On the way back, the giant wolf ran very gently.

Jian Mo rode on his back and barely felt any bumps.

When she arrived at her doorstep, she found several people waiting for her. A little surprised, Jian Mo perked up and called out, "What's up?"

"Doctor Jian Mo— " someone called out before mumbling, "There's been a slight mishap, and we'd like to ask you to take a look."

Jian Mo slid off the giant wolf and tightened her belt around her waist. "What happened?"

As he spoke, Jian Mo recognized him; the one who spoke was Qi Xia, an orc from the Mengshui Tribe. He had seen him a few times and was fairly familiar with him. "Are you injured?"

Qi Xia opened his mouth, but his words became even more indistinct. "It's not exactly an injury. You tell me."

As he spoke, Qi Xia pushed his companion forward and stubbornly hid behind.

The companion opened his mouth, then glanced back at Wu Jiong, who had already transformed back into human form and was adjusting his animal skin skirt, and said with difficulty, "Well, we had a companion—really a companion—he used that, cough, you know, moss, to soak his, cough, that—"

The poor orc stammered and couldn't finish his sentence after trying for a long time.

Jian Mo: "???"