"I've never seen a house like this before. Is this what they looked like in your old tribe?"
Yuan Lang set the bamboo bag on the ground, but he showed no sign of leaving. Instead, he looked around Wu Yue's house and asked familiarly.
Wu Yue quickly shook her head. "Of course not. My Father and Amu came from a tribe outside the Polar Forest. You can only find this kind of house there."
'Are you kidding me? The original owner's small tribe wasn't far from the Snow Tiger Tribe at all. If this big tiger suddenly got the urge to go snooping, my cover would be completely blown.'
She glanced at the bamboo bag on the ground, a grateful smile appearing on her small, gaunt face. "Thank you for bringing me the wild vegetables."
'The vegetables are here. Shouldn't you be leaving now?!'
For some reason, the Yuanlang Warrior today seemed different from the last time she'd seen him. He felt more dangerous, making her want to run away.
