Gentle Beast 28

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu: “. . .”

*

The following day, Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu became aware of where this was.

Outside the house were multiple Panthera beastmen, leopards, cheetahs, panthers, snow leopards, etc. . . Without exception, they were all extremely tall, had long tails sweeping behind them, and had that peculiar aggressiveness natural to the carnivorous species.

Of course, there were also many different ways the beastmen traversed the road. One jumped high, their figure disappearing agilely, and the others faced it with calm expressions.

There were very few females here. The entire day, Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu had only seen a couple.

They were obviously different from the males, their height significantly shorter, but still much taller than Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu.

Even in human shape, they also had a pair of semicircular ears atop their heads.

For the most part, they had ample figures and upright backs.

Curiously enough, the females here were few but each seemed to be independent.

Were they not assigned to the male population?

Throughout the reindeer and elk villages, where there was a female, there was a male. . .

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu thought of the animal kingdoms from before. Leopards were solitary animals, only occasionally would the opposite sexes tolerate each other.

That was to say, the leopard had no “spouse”?

No wonder Eric once said that in some races, a female had to bed with several males. . .

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu laid in the window crankily.

Her wound was still not healed and she could not stand very long, so she laid on the bed after a while.

There was a bear beastman treating Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu’s wounds.

Of the carnivorous type, it was a panda, also known as the Iron Beast.

Before humans went extinct, pandas were the closest species to humans so their medical standards were high.

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu’s wound was stitched by a panda called Bethan.

He stretched out his pudgy arms and looked at the wound, coming to a conclusion, “The wound isn’t healing very well.”

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu’s body went stiff and rigid.

Then, Bethan asked, “Did you move around violently?”

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu thought and recounted honestly. Yesterday, she almost fell and accidentally pulled at the wound.

“If you don’t want to die, just sit in bed obediently.” Bethan said, the dark circles under his eyes drooping, “The last of the medicine should be running out. I made some more. Apply it three times a day, once it’s finished, tell me.”

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu nodded very obediently.

Bethan looked at the wound and was ready to leave. Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu had continued to endure and endure, but she still couldn’t help but ask, “That. . . do you know where this is?”

This question, Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu had always wanted to ask.

But when she looked at Ryan. . . it was hard to talk.

She felt uneasy at the thought of what she had done to him when he was still young.

Having the guts. . . that indescribable shame.

Bethan misunderstood what she meant: “Camuda Valley, Leopard Tribe.”

“No. . .” Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu hurriedly waved her hand, discretely searching for her words, “How far from the east of Bornia?”

Bethan looked her in the eye and slowly spit out a few words, “From heaven to earth.”

After her left, Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu spent a long time sitting.

Heaven and earth?

In other words, one in the east and one in the west?

How could this be. . . She had hardly gotten halfway. She was close to reaching the east and finding her way home.

But now, she had wasted all her effort and gotten even further from her goal. Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu stared at the ground in a daze, her thoughts melancholy.

*

Ryan pushed in the door from outside and saw this scene.

The girl half lying on the bed, her eyes drooping and lips slightly pursed, her heavy expression, and he did not know what to think.

The wounds on the back of Ryan’s hands and his shoulders had increased, but he did not feel them. Sticking out his tongue, he licked away the blood and strode over to the bedside, his voice low, “Bethan came?”

The shadow crossed over the top of her head and Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu lifted to meet his eyes, and she nodded, “Ah.”

Ryan asked, “What did he say?”

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu answered honestly, “He told me to rest well and not get down. He also sent more medicine and said to apply it three times a day. . .” Her voice became lower and lower as she spoke, reminiscing about yesterday’s scene, and her cheeks turned red. “Said that when it’s better, he’ll come take out the stitches.”

Ryan asked, “Have you put on today’s medicine?”

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu: “. . . no.”

Ryan hadn’t needed her response and he walked to the cupboard to get the jar. Walking back to the bed, he was going to give her the medicine.

“Ry, Ryan,” When his hand touched her clothes, Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu struggled to call out his name.

She stared at his fingers, not yet accepting that the little leopard had become a big leopard, and she was always cautious in front of him.

“Bethan said this was a leopard tribe, and that only they live here.” She had thought about this the entire afternoon and now summoned up the courage to say, “I am not your people. . .  I need to go back to mine. Once my injury is healed, can I leave?”

. . .

After Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu said this, she didn’t get a response.

She raised her eyes, “Ry. . .”

“No,” Ryan pinched the jar in his hands, and his dark eyes were narrowed, interrupting her with an unpleasant tone.