Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Fox Jade tried to push him away: "Thirty days."

Akahoshi put on a sad expression: "No, it's been too long. Ayu, can you bear to see me suffer?"

Seeing him sad, Hu Yu felt sorry for him.

"Then, how many days?"

Akahoshi rested her head on his shoulder and said matter-of-factly, "Three days."

Fox Jade's voice rose several decibels: "No, no, you're too, too much."

"I can't take it, twenty days."

Chixing regretted that she had gone too far that day, making Huyu dislike her.

His eyes were red, and he said pitifully, "But Ayu, I can't help it."

He sighed again, "Since you're unwilling, then forget it. I'll just soak in the river every night from now on."

Fox Jade immediately hugged him: "No, the river water is very cold, especially at night."

Akahoshi said dejectedly, "But what can I do? I'm a bad beastman, and I can't even control myself."

"Then, how about once every ten days?"

Akahiko lowered her eyes, her face still contorted with grief.

Fox Jade gritted her teeth: "Seven days, seven days should be alright, right?"

Seeing that Fox Jade was about to get angry if she lost any more weight, Red Star knew when to stop and hugged Fox Jade and gave her a kiss.

"Okay, you said it yourself, Ayu can't go back on her word."

Fox Jade punched his arm and whispered, "Then you can't do that anymore..."

Chixing hurriedly said, "I was wrong. I promise I won't do it again. I'll be more careful from now on. Please forgive me, Ayu?"

Fox Jade still forgave him out of kindness. She couldn't help it; seeing Xingxing's sad expression, even though she knew he was faking it, she couldn't help but soften her heart.

At night, Akahoshi returned to her own sea of ​​consciousness.

Yang Le, who had been arrested, had been crying and howling for a long time. In his ghost form, Yang Le was his original appearance, a young man with a somewhat sleazy appearance.

"Red Star? You captured me! Let me go back! Let me go back!"

Chi Xing gave him a cold look, and a fiery whip materialized in his hand.

He carefully stored the Fiery Whip, the Blazing Sword, and the Frost Sword in his spatial storage. Over these worlds, they had long since become divine weapons capable of whipping the soul.

The fiery red whip lashed straight at Yang Le's soul, and the pain from the depths of his soul made Yang Le tremble all over, screaming and rolling on the ground.

Chi Xing was filled with murderous intent, ignoring everything Yang Le said, his eyes blazing with killing intent as if he wanted to tear Yang Le to pieces.

Yang Le didn't understand why Chi Xing harbored such deep hatred for him, and gritted his teeth as he said:

"Stop hitting me! I was wrong! What did I do to offend you? Ahhh, stop hitting me!"

Akahoshi remained expressionless, her eyes showing no pity whatsoever, and even intensified her grip.

After striking her dozens more times, Akahoshi finally stopped.

Yang Le was lying on the ground like a rag doll. The pain in his soul was many times greater than that in his body. Even 250 and Bai Er, who were watching from the side, felt a chill down their spines.

They had never seen His Highness personally torture someone's soul; at most, he would throw them directly into the eighteenth level of hell to be punished. It was clear that Yang Le had seriously offended His Highness.

Unbeknownst to them, when Chi Xing first arrived and saw the dying Fox Jade, he wished he could tear Yang Le to pieces.

It was only after seeing Hu Yu on the verge of death that he realized that Ah Yu was experiencing death in these small worlds. If he hadn't brought that elixir, Ah Yu would have lost a piece of her Heavenly Soul.

He extended his right hand, gathering Samadhi True Fire in his palm. Before Yang Le could react, the Samadhi True Fire ignited on his body.

Now Yang Le is nothing but a ghost. Faced with the extreme yang fire, he was in so much pain that he could no longer utter a word. All he could hear was the sound of his soul being burned.

“Take him away to be punished. This fire must burn him forever.” Chi Xing spoke without any mercy.

Bai Er dared not say more and respectfully replied, "Yes."

They then dragged Yang Le away like a dead dog, heading to the eighteenth level of hell.

After dealing with Yang Le, Chi Xing's suppressed anger dissipated. He held the sleeping Hu Yu in his arms, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

Yang Zhu recovered after a few days. He had previously suffered internal injuries that prevented him from moving around, but now he was able to go with the others to collect the materials.

Yang Zhu was happy to see that the children he had raised all had partners.

Fox White chose a good cave for him to live in, as a thank you for adopting Fox Jade.

Yang Le had not sent any messages to the mountain tribe, which puzzled the argali beastmen there.

Yan Fang and his son Yan Ke were waiting for Yang Le to take them to live in the Daling tribe. Compared to their small tribe, the Daling tribe was a much better place.

Just as they were thinking about when to go to the vicinity of the Daling tribe to see if they could meet Yang Le, some of the beastmen and sub-beasts of the Shanlin tribe suddenly decided to leave.

"Hmph, a bunch of useless things. Since they want to leave, let them go. I want to see how the sheep-beastmen and sub-beastmen will survive without the tribe."

Yan Fang scoffed at the naivety of those orcs, fantasizing that Yang Le could introduce him to the Daling tribe. If possible, he even wanted to develop the Daling tribe into his own.

As long as Yang Le, the messenger of the Beast God, is around, along with those poisons, it's only a matter of time before they take over the Daling tribe.

The mountain tribes were already the territory of the argali, and the other sheep-beastmen and sub-beastmen had no choice but to leave, otherwise they would be used as slaves sooner or later.

Without being stopped, dozens of sheep-beastmen and sub-beastmen left together, some of the sub-beastmen even holding their cubs in their arms.

After leaving the area of ​​the mountain tribe, the sheep-beastman at the front suddenly stopped and bleated several times.

The grass rustled nearby, and just when everyone thought it was some wild beast, a small cat-like creature jumped out.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then they heard a tiger's roar.

"A tiger-beastman? What do we do?" one of the beastmen panicked.

The beastmen were carried on the backs of the beastmen, and the roar of the tigers frightened them so much that they held their children tightly in their arms and dared not make a sound.

"It's here, they're here." A soft voice came, and everyone looked up.

The boy with rectangular pupils sat on the back of the big tiger, watching them with a smile.

"Sheep, sheep's joy? Is it sheep's joy?"

"It really is Yang Le! How come you're with the tiger beastman?"

Tiger-beastmen are beastmen found only in large tribes, and they never expected that Yang Le would be riding on a tiger-beastman.

The lead sheep-orc said, "It was Big Sheep who came looking for us. He told us that if we were to leave, we should head south."

Yang Le smiled and said, "Yes, that's what we wanted too. Let's go, come with us to Daling Tribe first."

They dared not speak, their eyes fixed on a silent tiger-beastman.

This tiger-beastman was much larger than the average tiger-beastman, clearly a formidable opponent.

Knowing their concerns, Chi Yao said, "We'll do whatever Yang Le says."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and followed them away.

They hadn't gone far when they realized that Yang Le and his group hadn't come out alone; their hunting team from the Daling tribe was following them not far away.