The Blue Fatty System was on the verge of tears. 'What kind of trashy host is this? She's always smacking my butt.'
But this interaction between the human and the System was completely misunderstood by the few Beastman Warriors up ahead.
They couldn't help but shudder, clapping both hands over their butts.
Then, sympathetic glances darted toward Yuan Lang, who was beside them.
'Their leader's tastes were pretty intense. Could he really handle a little female who'd smack a mighty Beastman Warrior's butt at the drop of a hat?'
At their side, Yuan Lang lifted his chin, forcing himself to look like he was totally into that sort of thing.
He then sidled up to Wu Yue and asked, "Is there anything we can do?"
Wu Yue glanced at the baskets on their backs. "Isn't picking mushrooms a perfectly good job?"
Yuan Lang wrinkled his handsome face. "This kind of rough work... it isn't something handsome Beastman Warriors like us should be doing, is it?"
