Traveling through the world of beasts: Encyclopedia System

The silence of the system made Huanchuan more certain of his guess, and he couldn't help but sneer.

His parents will treat him as a child who needs care, and his friends will go to great lengths for him because they have similar personalities, but all of this is based on a peaceful and stable life. In this world, even a naked child has to struggle to survive, so no one would pay attention to how he feels.

In this age where human life is worthless, he can only choose to adapt.

But there is at least one thing he can control by himself: "I will not leave the wolf tribe. Even if they don't welcome me, I will not go out and take risks by myself, because I will be safer here. At least I have Ye here."

Ye was stunned when he heard his mumbling. He did not expect that this little orc was so sensitive. He actually felt that his tribe members did not welcome him, and he trusted him so much and even regarded him as someone he could rely on in this tribe.

He suddenly felt itchy somewhere in his heart, which made him feel very happy. At the same time, he wanted to tell Huanchuan that the wolf people were just temporarily wary, and once they got familiar with him, they would definitely like him.

Huanchuan had long passed his rebellious phase, but the feeling of having his emotions controlled by others was definitely not a good one, and he would never follow the system's instructions.

He wiped the tears from his face and turned around to go back, then he saw Ye standing behind him, looking at him quietly.

Seeing Ye out of nowhere at this time, Huan Chuan felt a little embarrassed. He knew that Ye could have refused to cooperate with him. If he had not wanted to protect him, Ye could have flexibly avoided many attacks. When everyone was not optimistic about him, Ye was willing to believe him.

"Thank you, Ye." He coughed lightly and walked towards Ye with a smile and stretched out his hand to him.

Ye didn't know what he was going to do, so he could only follow his example and stretch out his hand. Huan Chuan guided his hand and the two of them shook hands.

Huan Chuan's hands were very tender, at least compared to Ye who had to fight all year round. They were like a small piece of tofu. Ye held them in his hands and rubbed them gently before letting go.

Huan Chuan pulled his hand away awkwardly: "Are your wounds healed?" He remembered that Ye had many wounds on his body.

Ye raised his arm to show Huan Chuan: "It feels much better after Wu treated it for me."

What appeared before Huanchuan's eyes was a strong arm with dark skin and muscular structure, emitting male hormones all the time, which made Huanchuan extremely envious.

There were some small wounds on the arms, which had healed, leaving only some pink marks. The larger wounds had scabbed over, leaving green medicine on the more serious wounds.

Huan Chuan nodded with relief, and the two of them chatted casually and returned to the door of the big tent. This was the second time that Ye sent him to the big tent.

When he walked into the big tent, there was no one there. The entire tent was empty, which gave Huanchuan enough space to stay quietly for a while.

The wounds of the orcs and sub-orcs here healed quickly, but some of the scratches on his body were still aching. He hadn't eaten for three days and his stomach was very empty. He missed the egg drop soup in school that took a long time to stir but no egg drops were left.

He had previously mocked the soup for tasting like the water used to wash the pot, but after experiencing hunger, he suddenly realized that even water with a little flavor was acceptable.

During the time he was unconscious, he didn't know where his weapons had gone. The bone dagger was probably thrown outside. As for the blowpin, without the needle, only a bamboo tube was left, so it wouldn't be a problem no matter where it was.

"Xiaochuan? Are you okay?" Just when Huanchuan was hesitating whether to go out to find something to eat, Lang Fu walked in with something in his hand. A burst of fragrance entered Huanchuan's nose, urging him to get up and walk towards Lang Fu.

Lang Fu was holding a leaf in his hand, on which were placed a few pieces of roasted meat and two yellow things that looked like steamed buns.

"Try this. You probably haven't eaten it yet, right?" Lang Fu said as he placed the thing in his hand on the ground next to Huan Chuan. He also sat down, his eyes scanning the wounds on his body repeatedly like X-rays. The abrasions had already scabbed over, but they still looked a little miserable.

Huanchuan picked up the steamed bun-like thing and took a bite. It tasted a bit like rice cake, without any special flavor, but it tasted very good. Then he picked up the barbecue and ate it together with the yellow thing.

It was rare for him to eat so much, and there was some food on the corners of his mouth. Lang Fu gently wiped the dirt off the corners of his mouth with a leaf and looked at him, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Lang Fu hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to tell him when the curtain of the big tent was opened. It was another sub-beast, whom Huan Chuan knew but did not know his name.

"Lang Fu, the clan leader and witch asked Huanchuan to go over." The sub-beast who spoke did not stay, nor even look at Huanchuan, turned around and left. It seemed that he still had a lot of things to do.

Huan Chuan had not finished eating yet, but he had no complaints at all. He just stuffed everything in his hand into his mouth. His originally skinny face was puffed up by the food, like a small rodent.

"What is the clan leader going to do? Your injury hasn't healed yet!" Lang Fu stood up angrily, ready to have a good argument with the clan leader.

At this time, Huan Chuan casually rubbed the oil on his hands on the leaves holding the food, stood up calmly, and patted Lang Fu on the shoulder: "Where are the clan leaders?"

Noticing Lang Fu's hesitation, Huan Chuan gave a soothing smile, and the dimples on his face still looked so cute.

Lang Fu frowned, sighed, and took Huan Chuan's hand: "Let's go, I'll go with you to see the patriarch." This time Huan Chuan did not refuse.

He knew that Lang Fu felt very guilty for not being able to save him, but if he thought about it carefully, even if he stopped, there was no way to save him. He had all kinds of props, but Lang Fu had nothing. Even if he stayed with him, he would probably be abducted by stray orcs in the end.

The two walked to a tent in the middle of the village. This tent looked out of place compared to the other tents. All the tents here looked similar, made of many animal skins sewn together, but only the tents here used the same animal skin, and the color was almost the same. It looked more neat.

Lang Fu simply opened the tent and walked in. The area inside the tent was not large, but there were several people sitting there. They were obviously not surprised that Lang Fu followed him.