The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 80: Do I Really Have to Mate with That Dog Man?

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Do I Really Have to Mate with That Dog Man?

She had amnesia, completely unaware of what happened, nor who the beastman before her was, only knowing that he seemed terrifying.

"You... who are you? Why did you kill him?"

Quinn Morgan looked at Corbin Crowley with fear, her face pale as she asked.

Her voice trembled.

Corbin Crowley didn’t answer her question, only coldly said, "Get up, follow me."

Quinn Morgan didn’t know where he was taking her, but she didn’t dare resist, let alone inquire.

She quickly scrambled up from the ground, following behind Corbin Crowley.

Just now, Warwick Storm’s death had already terrified her, afraid that one wrong move would lead her to the same fate.

Luckily, Corbin Crowley did not make things difficult for her.

He didn’t even spare her a glance, just walked coldly ahead.

Quinn Morgan let out a sigh of relief, silently following.

The two quickly left the cave, heading upwards along Umbraflow, towards the place where The Salt Lake was discovered.

Meanwhile, as Finn Arcanus and his group of beastmen were searching downstream along Umbraflow, they suddenly heard the sounds of a lion’s roar and a wolf’s howl.

Though they weren’t too familiar with the lion’s roar, they vaguely recognized it as Warwick Storm’s voice.

As for the wolf’s howl, the few beastmen present were very familiar with it; hearing it they immediately knew it was Corbin Crowley.

Finn Arcanus had a good relationship with Corbin Crowley, almost instantly recognizing the sound, relieved to know he wasn’t dead.

"Everyone hurry, Corbin and the others should be ahead, let’s quickly go and check it out."

Finn Arcanus ran towards the direction of the sound while shouting to the few beastmen behind him.

The other beastmen all showed expressions of joy, each responding and quickly following.

Having searched for a day and night, they finally found traces.

Listening to the commotion just now, it should be that Corbin Crowley and Warwick Storm got into a fight.

However, Warwick Storm was merely a Peak of Tier Four Beastman, while Corbin Crowley was at Peak of Fifth Rank, almost Half-step Sixth Rank.

The battle between them was nearly without suspense.

Indeed, when they reached the cave, there was no sign of Corbin Crowley, and they didn’t know where he went.

In the center of the cave floor, only a corpse remained, a gold-haired lion with a large gash on its neck, blood continuously gushing out.

Its eyes wide open, clearly restless even in death.

It was Warwick Storm.

However, the corpse was still very warm, indicating he hadn’t been dead long.

Finn Arcanus glanced at Warwick Storm’s body on the ground, his gaze slightly flickering.

He hadn’t expected Corbin Crowley to kill Warwick Storm.

Fortunately, the leader’s main target was Quinn Morgan, and Warwick Storm’s death wasn’t much of a hassle.

It seemed Corbin Crowley killed Warwick Storm and left.

So where were Quinn Morgan and Luna Sutton? Did they follow Corbin Crowley, or were they somewhere else?

He turned his gaze to a nearby tall, honest-featured beastman, "Jett, you’re responsible for carrying Warwick Storm’s body. Although he’s dead, it’s best to take the corpse back so we can report to the leader."

Jett nodded, without any disagreement, "Alright."

With those words, a black light flashed around him, transforming into a large, strong black wolf.

He dropped to all fours, walking to Warwick Storm’s corpse.

He opened his mouth to bite onto the back of Warwick Storm’s neck, flinging it onto his back.

Though Warwick Storm was large, Jett was also a Fourth-stage Beastman, and his transformed wolf form was sizeable enough to carry a lion’s corpse without impeding his movement.

Seeing this, Finn Arcanus waved to the remaining beastmen, "Let’s continue searching, Corbin Crowley should be nearby, finding him will lead us to Quinn Morgan and Luna Sutton."

The beastmen responded in unison, quickly following.

The Umbraflow was winding, the water rapid.

The group rapidly moved downstream along the river.

......

At this moment, the sun was blazing in the sky, it was noon, yet being at the base of a cliff and with a winding Umbraflow river nearby, it didn’t feel hot, but rather inexplicably cool.

Luna Sutton had been salting all morning, her body aching all over, feeling as if her arms and legs weren’t hers, uncomfortable all around.

"Gurgle..."

Just then, a loud rumbling from her stomach broke the afternoon’s silence.

She resignedly rubbed her belly, having worked all morning was long hungry to the point of her ribs sticking out.

Looking at the saltfield gradually evaporating off its water content, thinking that soon the salt could be collected and separated.

However, the most important thing now was to fill her stomach.

Working on an empty stomach was no good.

Just as she was about to catch some Silver Moon Tail Fish from Umbraflow to grill and eat, she heard the system’s reminder, "Host, did you forget the side task of mating with any beast husband that hasn’t been completed yet? The task duration is seven days, and it’s already been three days."

Luna Sutton froze instantly, she had been busy helping Quinn Morgan escape these past few days to complete the triggered hidden task.

Afterward, she accidentally discovered The Salt Lake, busy salting, and even forgot about that side task.

She remembered, the reward for this side task was 50 bags of toilet paper.

The originally chosen mating partner was Kian Sterling, Kian’s gentle nature made him the best choice.

But now, Kian wasn’t here, Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus also weren’t here.

Only Corbin Crowley, that dog of a man, was left...

Would she really have to mate with that dog of a man? 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Considering how much that dog of a man despised her, along with his domineering personality, she guessed he’d kick her out of sight before she approached.

Luna Sutton looked at the saltfield with gradually emerging grains of salt, feeling a wave of annoyance.

Her stomach growled in hunger, but her mind was full of that headache-inducing side task.

"Ah, it’s really giving me a headache."

She scratched her head, thinking of Corbin Crowley’s incredibly handsome, yet perpetually aggravated face, "Mating with that dog of a man? I’d be better off mating with the fish in the Umbraflow!"

Thinking of Corbin Crowley, she shivered involuntarily.

The disdain on her face was almost palpable, as if she was some kind of virus.

His tone was extremely irritable, making one want to grab a burlap sack and give him a good beating.

If she dared propose such a request, he’d probably toss her into Umbraflow to feed the fish.

"Forget it, let’s fill the stomach first."

She shook her head, deciding to temporarily put aside this annoying task, and catch some fish to grill and eat.

Walking to Umbraflow, looking at the clear water and the swimming Silver Moon Tail Fish, her heart filled with joy.

These fish were not only delicious and full of Spiritual Energy, but also particularly fragrant when grilled.

Though she hadn’t cultivated much in these two days, her supernatural ability had significantly improved, faintly poised to break through Tier 3.

Not only had the Spiritual Power within her increased, but her spiritual strength had also grown considerably, widening her scope of detection.

Instantly, a jade-green vine sprouted from her palm, darting out like a Spirit Snake, quickly diving into the water.

With a pull and a tug, several Silver Moon Tail Fish were flung onto the grassy shore, wriggling and jumping.

She was quite pleased with the few fish tossed ashore.

Skillfully gutting them with a Bone Knife, cleaning them thoroughly, then lighting a fire to grill them.

Before long, the scent of fish permeated the air.

Luna Sutton smelled this enticing aroma, her hunger instantly awakened.

Her stomach was already empty, not caring about the heat, she took a big bite.

Little did she know the system’s irritating voice would echo in her mind, "Host, don’t forget the side task~"

The fish almost fell from her hand, she rolled her eyes helplessly and said, "Didn’t you say the task isn’t mandatory? At worst, I’ll give up this task, just forgo the reward of 50 bags of toilet paper."

But she was merely being obstinate; how could she give up a reward of 50 bags of toilet paper?