Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 99 Yuan Lang is no good?

Seeing that Grandma Huashu seemed to have something to say to Yuan Lang, Wu Yue tactfully took the basket from the beastman's back and said with a light laugh, "Grandma Huashu, I'll go over first."

Grandma Huashu nodded with a bright smile: "You must be tired. Go and get some rest."

Overwhelmed by Grandma Huashu's sudden display of affection, Wu Yue, flattered and surprised, hobbled her slender legs toward the gathering team's resting place.

Meanwhile, seeing the strange look in his mother's eyes, Yuan Lang unconsciously took a step back and asked warily, "What happened? Why are you looking at me like that?"

What was with that look of sympathy in his eyes?

This general is tall, imposing, wise, and mighty. What is there to sympathize with?

Grandma Flower Tree stretched out a little finger and poked her son's muscular forearm: "Son, tell your mother, are you impotent?"

Yuan Lang looked at the female in front of him, who looked to be only in her thirties, and scratched his ear in disbelief: "What did you say?"

The orc's handsome face was now contorted with rage; perhaps what Cheap Am had just said wasn't what he had assumed.
Grandma Huashu patted him anxiously: "You brat, you haven't inherited any of your mother's intelligence. Can't you understand this?"

Yuan Lang's lips twitched wildly as he looked at the cheap old woman in front of him who only reached his chest.
Perhaps you have some misunderstanding about yourself?

Isn't my intelligence and wisdom something I inherited from my past life?

Grandma Flower Tree leaned closer to Yuan Lang again: "Didn't you just mate with the moon? It was a bit short."

After saying that, his meaningful gaze fell on a certain unspeakable spot on his body.

Yuan Lang's face suddenly turned black
Holy crap.
At that moment, he felt that nothing could describe his feelings.

Is this general inadequate? Is this general short-lived?

This general.
He gritted his teeth, glaring at his cheap mother in front of him. The taro in his hand seemed to be itching to eat. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and muttered, "Bear with it, bear with it. She's my own flesh and blood."

Grandma Huashu looked at her son with a melancholy gaze: "Son, don't be sad. There's nothing we can do about this. Why don't we go back and take our prey to see the shaman? This is a big deal." Yuan Lang was about to speak when a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Yes, yes, Yuan Lang, this is a big deal. Let's go find the shaman to take a look."

"If you don't have enough food, I can lend you some; you can return it to me later."

"We can't ignore this; females won't like males that are too short."

"Yes, yes, don't worry, we'll keep it a secret for you."

Looking at the dark mass of heads of the orcs behind him, Yuan Lang grinned maliciously: "I think it's safer to smash all your heads to pieces."

After saying that, he wished he could slap himself. If he said that, wouldn't it be an indirect admission that he was too short?

Is he a pig?
The orcs scattered instantly.

Grandma Huashu patted her son's arm, sighed, and left.

Teng Qian and Teng Kun walked over at this moment, looking at their general with solemn expressions.

"General, why don't you get a new body?" Teng Kun said.

Upon hearing this, Teng Qian kicked him: "Can't you talk properly? The general is dead this time, and it's not even certain whether he'll be able to come back."

Yuan Lang: "."

Damn it, does nobody want him to be happy?

(End of this chapter)