The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 187 Taboo
Qingzhu's ears instantly turned red, and the pottery bowl in his hand almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he caught it in time.

I was just about to say something.

The movement here instantly attracted the attention of several females who were washing things by the river.

"Pottery? Did Su Xiyue really make ceramics?"

"It seems so. That orc named Bao Fu seems to have said so. He said it is better than the holy weapon used by the priests in Beast King City."

"Is this true? You're not kidding, are you? Let's go and take a look."

……

The females who were busy by the river were talking to each other, and they stopped what they were doing and ran over.

Yunxiang and Suqing were both inside, followed by several females who swarmed over.

When they saw the exquisite pottery in the kiln, their eyes widened in shock.

Yunxiang pinched her thigh hard: "Xiyue really made ceramics."

She had heard Xiyue tinkering with these things by the river a long time ago, but she didn't take it seriously.

How could it be so easy to produce the ceramics in Beast King City?

But she didn't say anything unpleasant, she just said don't tire yourself out and take more care of the baby in your belly.

"Oh my goodness, these potteries are so beautiful, even more exquisite than the pots used for making medicine in the witch doctor's stone house."

Su Qing was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth. The half-washed animal skin in her hand fell to the grass.

"Let me go in and take a look."

Mi Yao struggled to push through the crowd and rushed over, staring at the pottery in the kiln with her pupils shaking, "This... How is this possible?"

She couldn't help but reach out to grab the nearest clay pot.

"Whoosh..."

Qingzhu's eyes turned slightly cold, and a wind blade condensed from his fingertips and shot towards Mi Yao's feet. His emerald green eyes were filled with ice: "If you don't want your hand anymore, you can chop it off."

A wild flower half an inch away from Mi Yao's feet was instantly chopped into pieces by the wind blade.

Mi Yao's face turned pale and she fell to the ground in fear, never daring to touch those pottery jars again.

But she really wanted...

The riverbank suddenly exploded.

"Pottery, it's really pottery, and there are so many varieties."

A female excitedly tugged at her companion's fur skirt, nearly tearing it off: "Pinch me! Am I dreaming?"

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Stop pulling my skirt or it'll fall off."

The female glared at her, her face flushed, and she quickly tied her skirt.

He also secretly glanced at Qingzhu, and saw that Qingzhu didn't notice this side at all, and his expression was gloomy again.

The clever little orcs had already run wildly towards the tribe.

Run all the way to the stone house area where Su Lie and the others live.

The little orc ran and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Chief, priest, witch doctor, come and see, Sister Xiyue has made the pottery..."

Inside the stone house.

Su Lie is discussing with the priest a new route from the Salt Lake to the Wolf Tribe...

Suddenly, I heard the little beastman outside shouting at the top of his voice: "Sister Xiyue has made pottery..."

"Snapped!"

The priest dropped the bone staff in his hand and raised his goatee. "What is Tao?"

Su Lie was shaking with excitement. He stood up instantly and rushed out the door like a whirlwind, knocking over the witch doctor who was drying herbs outside.

The old man got up from the ground, cursing, "Ouch, my old bones are broken..."

Before he could finish his scolding, he suddenly realized something.

The skinny old man grabbed the little orc who reported the news like a chicken claw, his eyes shining: "What did you just say?"

The little orc was in pain from being grabbed by the witch doctor, and he said with a grin, "Sister Xiyue has made some pottery! I heard it's even more beautiful than the ones in Beast King City!"

"really?"

The witch doctor's cloudy old eyes lit up instantly, and he crawled towards the river. His skinny legs were even more nimble than those of the young orcs.

By the time the priest bent down to pick up the bone staff, the two old guys had already run ten feet away.

He trembled as he straightened his crooked horn hat, muttering to himself, "Beast God is above."

……

riverside
Qingzhu was taking out the pottery bowls, plates, basins, cups, jars, pots, jars, etc. from the kiln with a sullen face, and carefully placing them on the grass.

The crowd of onlookers was packed in three layers.

Mi Yao stared at the exquisite pottery, feeling envious and jealous.

He tried several times to steal a clay pot closest to his feet, but was afraid of being caught, so he didn't dare to steal it.

Su Lie has arrived at the river.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

The loud voice made people's eardrums buzz.

The crowd parted ways in an instant.

The old wolf king walked very fast, but when he saw the grass filled with various ceramics that shone with jade luster, he stopped.

"Hahaha, okay, okay..."

"Father!"

As soon as Su Xiyue raised the pottery jar in her hand and shook it, her father excitedly picked it up and started spinning around in circles.

"Father, stop spinning. I feel dizzy..."

She held the pottery jar in both hands, her bulging belly pressing against Su Lie's belly. Her head was still dizzy, and she didn't know whether to protect the pottery jar or her belly...

Qingzhu, who was standing by, was so frightened that his face turned green. He quickly stepped forward to get the person down and said, "Chief, be careful. Yue'er is pregnant. Don't transfer the cub out too early."

Su Lie finally reacted and quickly put his daughter down gently, rubbing his hands and laughing: "Father is so happy! Those bastards from the Winged Tiger Tribe were showing off their broken pottery jars a few days ago, now look at how they are showing off."

Suddenly lowering his voice, he asked, "Yue'er, can this pottery be used to cook hot pot?"

Su Xiyue almost burst out laughing. She knew that her father was also a foodie and couldn't bring himself to snatch food from the younger generation, but he would always let her make an extra portion and then come and get it herself later.

She especially loves hot pot, but it requires a lot of ingredients, so she doesn't eat it often. She suppressed a smile and said, "Don't worry, Father, I've made a special hot pot for you. Tonight we'll have mutton hot pot!"

"Hahaha, okay, okay, let's have mutton hotpot tonight..."

Su Lie's face flushed red as he ordered Wolf One and Wolf Two behind him, "Quick! Send someone to the Winged Tiger Tribe to exchange for salt. Use this pottery jar!"

The Winged Tiger Tribe has no salt at all, or even if they do, it's not much.

Besides, the Wolf Tribe doesn’t need salt at all.

He did this entirely for the sake of Xiaoyi, the leader of the Qiyihu tribe.

Su Lie remembered that when the Winged Tiger Tribe first started making pottery, the old guy acted so arrogant in front of him that he deserved a beating.

How can I not get angry and fight back?
The priest came over on crutches and just heard this. "Haha, Chief, are you trying to piss off Owl Wing to death?"

"Oh, pissing him off to death is the least of his worries."

Su Lie snorted and pointed at the tea set with wolf patterns carved on the ground. "Let's show that old man what real pottery is!"

Su Xiyue chuckled and tugged at her father's clothes: "Father, please take it easy, don't make me angry and have a stroke."

"It's just right to be angry to death."

Su Lie said with disdain, "With Mu Han missing, there aren't many talented young people left in the Winged Tiger Tribe."

The witch doctor was clutching a pottery jar, his face practically pressed against it. "This glaze, this thin base, even the urinal of the high priest in Beast King City can't compare!"

Qingzhu noticed this and quietly moved the pottery jar back half a foot, fearing that the old man's saliva would drip onto it.

"Yue girl!"

The priest raised the bone staff tremblingly, "This pottery

"Limit purchase to two per person."

Su Xiyue said with a smile: "The pottery pot can be exchanged for ten complete deerskins, and the pottery bowl can be exchanged for two."

There was silence.

Qingzhu's emerald green eyes widened slightly. This female had been asking him about the price of pottery jars in Beast King City all morning. So she was waiting here?

However, the price Yue'er quoted was much cheaper than that of Beast King City, less than 1/3.

When Mi Yao heard that she had to exchange animal skins, she immediately became unhappy. She put on a fake smile and said, "Sister Xiyue, you are the chief's daughter. Shouldn't you share the good things with your tribe members?"

She curled her hair with her fingers and said, "I heard that the pottery made by the Winged Tiger Tribe is first distributed to the tribe members..."

When Su Xiyue heard this, she almost laughed out loud.

All the pottery of the Winged Tiger Tribe was made by Chu Youyou. Even though others don’t know Chu Youyou, she still knows something about it.

That woman is very scheming. How could she give away the pottery she worked so hard to make for nothing?

Moreover, she had also heard from the system that the success rate of the ceramics fired by Chu Youyou was very low, and eight out of ten would crack. How could she be willing to share it with others?

She smiled and picked up Mu Han, who was in his cub form, and gently stroked his head. She asked meaningfully, "Little guy, Mi Yao said that the pottery made by the Winged Tiger Tribe is distributed to the tribe members. Is this true?"

In his cub form, Mu Han obediently let Su Xiyue hold him. When he heard her words, for some reason, his mood suddenly became strange and all the hair on his body stood up.

"Ouch..."

"Ouch..."

The little guy's pupils turned golden in an instant, and he suddenly jumped up and rushed out of Su Xiyue's arms.

A claw scratched Mi Yao's face, and the golden beast's eyes were filled with anger that even he himself did not understand, as well as intense heartache.

It's like touching something taboo that shouldn't be touched.

"Ah... my face..."

Mi Yao screamed and covered her face, blood oozing from between her fingers.

"what…"

All the females present were frightened. No one had ever seen Mu Han so ferocious in his cub form.

Although he is often naughty and occasionally bullies the cubs in the tribe, it is just for fun.

There is absolutely no such ferocious way to scratch someone's face and leave it covered in blood.

Su Lie frowned and was about to ask what was going on.

Mu Han, in his cub form, turned into a streak of white light and rushed into the forest.

Qingzhu frowned and looked in the direction where the little guy disappeared, and a look of deep thought flashed in his emerald green eyes.

He knew a little about Mu Han's past. He heard that the ceramics of the Winged Tiger Tribe were researched and fired by Mu Han's partner.

He was very sure that Mu Han had lost his memory. The reason why he suddenly exploded was probably because he was stimulated and the emotions hidden deep in his soul were touched.

I wonder if Mu Han will take this opportunity to restore his memory?

Su Xiyue frowned and was about to chase after him.

Qingzhu grabbed her wrist and frowned, saying, "Let him be quiet."

She was slightly startled, looked at Qingzhu, and instantly realized what he meant.

I didn't chase him again.

Mi Yao covered her face and cried bitterly, "Why are the cubs raised by Sister Xiyue so fierce? Our tribe has never seen anything like this before."

Su Xiyue didn't have time to roll her eyes.

"Why are you howling? If you keep howling, the wound will scab over."

The witch doctor stood up impatiently and shook the grass debris off his legs.

Then, he took out a handful of herbs from the animal bag he carried with him and stuffed them into Mi Yao's mouth. "Go back and crush these herbs and apply them on your face. It will be healed in a few days. Remember not to touch water."

Mi Yao's crying stopped abruptly. She looked down at the moldy herbs in her hands and was very skeptical. Was this herb useful?
"Witch doctor, these herbs have grown green hairs..."

Her hand holding the herbs was shaking as she asked cautiously.

"What happened to Green Hair?"

The witch doctor snatched the herb back and replaced it with one without the green hairs. "You really don't know the value of it. This is the Dragon Claw Herb that I have treasured for five years."

"Ah! Five years?!"

Mi Yao’s voice is broken, can the five-year-old herbal medicine still be useful?
She hurriedly clenched the herb without green hairs in her hand, and thought to herself: You should keep the one with green hairs for your use.

He ran away in a hurry, obviously anxious to go back and treat his face.

She was afraid of getting scars like her sister.

(End of this chapter)