Chapter 637 - 636, Poor and Pitiful_1
"The future companion of Shaman Ji Nuan is the one who jumped into the Eneru River with my dying father, is he not!"
"I heard that Shaman Ji Nuan and her future companion named Xiu Yan have a deep bond, and she has even made a promise only to have him as her companion to the Orcs."
"You saw with your own eyes, how he got eaten by a swarm of strange fish after he fell into the Eneru River, didn’t you?"
"You..." Bowman continued speaking excessively, staring at Ji Nuan’s emotionless face. He wished to see her infuriated and irrational.
But before he could finish his sentence...
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Three clear sounds resonated on his face.
Immediately after, the gossipy Orcs saw Bowman’s cheek swell rapidly. His face turned beet red like a ripe fruit.
On Watson Tribe’s side, a slightly slender Orc with a clear and bright appearance was coldly rubbing his wrist.
All the Orcs stared in astonishment, they didn’t see the movement when Bowman’s cheek started to swell. It was horrifying.
Elder Mu Qing fully enraged by Bowman was about to teach him a lesson, but was stopped by Ji Nuan: "Elder Mu Qing, spare me a moment."
Ji Nuan had already stood up, she slowly stepped forward, looking at Bowman, whose eyes were dark and gloomy: "We will settle our issues after the trade meeting, I’ll be waiting for you."
Bowman opened his mouth, revealing teeth tainted with blood: "Alright."
Falling silent, he bowed to Mu Qing before retreating to his original place.
Ji Nuan also turned around and sat back down.
The atmosphere quieted down, Mu Qing coldly glanced at Bowman before returning to the stage. The trade meeting continued.
Many small tribes formed a queue, one by one bringing their pitiful items for exchange. On the other hand, the larger tribes sat quietly in their spots, whispering among themselves.
In one corner of the Nacha Tribe, Kun sat with an unpleasant expression on his face, his mind echoing with the words Bowman just spoke.
Does this small female really love her companion that much?
To the extent that she swore to the Beast God to have only one companion?
Looking up at the petite figure, disappointment swept through Kun’s golden eyes. He pursed his delicately shaped lips, feeling inexplicably wronged.
His distinct hand rubbed his chest, why did it feel sour like he had eaten sour fruit?
Ji Nuan, seated on a beast skin cushion, clenched her hands, she could not ignore the occasional touch of that sense of grievance.
She lifted her eyes as if accidentally, and sure enough...
She met a pair of wronged golden eyes.
Just as she was about to soften her expressions and give a gentle look, she suddenly felt a menacing gaze upon her.
Ji Nuan looked away, following the gaze, but it led to Nakula’s face filled with laughter.
On seeing Ji Nuan look his way, Nakula’s smirk became even more pronounced.
Ji Nuan twitched her lips and turned her head away. She wouldn’t engage with someone she barely knew.
"It’s the female that Nakula shielded behind him."
Ya Li’s lazy voice echoed in Ji Nuan’s ears.
Ji Nuan nodded subtly, she was no fool. Just now, Nakula, who was greeting her with a smile, had one hand extended behind him, controlling something. Judging by the bit of beast skin that was visible, it was indeed the female who was sitting next to him earlier.