Doted By The Regent King

Wufu had never expected that right after she’d fought to the death to take down a big insect, not even getting the chance to touch its fur or savor the victory, a Yellow Finch would swoop in, eyeing to devour her prey?

But there, beside the fallen creature, knelt a man, his eyes gleaming with fervor as his shaking hands reached out to the big insect that lay lifeless, caressing it with the reverence one would show a treasured possession, so excited that he completely ignored Wufu and the others.

The man was clad in a Short Brown outfit, his hair a disheveled mess held together with a simple grass tie, his feet shod in straw sandals, with a leopard skin tied around his waist as shorts. The leopard skin had pockets, and on it hung a curved knife, and he also had a Long spear with him.

By that attire, he was a true hunter.

Wufu wiped the blood from her mouth and stood up, walking over.

At the sound of footsteps, the hunter raised his head, and upon seeing Wufu, his eyes flickered with a dark sparkle of lust, and then back to the ground at the big tiger, the greed in his gaze even more evident.

Wufu didn’t miss the expression on the hunter’s face, a flash of coldness swiftly passing through her eyes.

So he wanted to play the Yellow Finch? She’d see if she’d allow it.