Beauty and the Beasts - Chapter 1235

Chapter 1235: I’m Leaving

Bai Qingqing saw Muir as well. She was waiting for him to come to carry her, but unexpectedly, he suddenly fell.

In her anxiousness, Bai Qingqing’s feebleness faded and she quickly ran towards him.

“Are you alright?”

Bai Qingqing’s caring voice jolted Muir out of his shock. He dazedly raised his head, his vision moving past her smooth and long calves, to her knees that didn’t have an ounce of flab, to the seams of her skirt, then to the egg…

Muir fell into astonishment once more, completely oblivious to how comical he looked right now.

Falling face-down on the ground, his sharp nose had stabbed right into the soil. After plucking it out, his two nostrils were blocked with soil. Though, he was unbothered by that as though he had forgotten how to breathe.

“Pff!” Bai Qingqing couldn’t resist laughing out loud. She carefully squatted down and pinched his nose downwards. “Look at you. Your nostrils are stuffed with soil.”

“This is… our egg?” Muir’s voice trembled, his black eyes riveted upon Bai Qingqing. Other than her, there was nothing else in his eyes.

Bai Qingqing nodded and indicated towards the egg. “It’s dried up. But it’s only one egg. Speaking of which, how many eggs is typical in birth for eagle beastmen?”

Muir was still staring at her dumbfoundedly. Only at that question did he reluctantly shift his gaze towards the egg.

After snorting out the soil in his nostrils, Muir replied after some thought, “I saw that eagle beastmen typically lived in groups of two or three. But there’s also those moving solo.”

Such as him.

Bai Qingqing nodded and leaned against Muir, her voice devoid of strength. “Quickly carry me home. I can’t stand steadily.”

Muir hurriedly grabbed her and got onto his feet.

The three leopard cubs excitedly spun circles around them. Due to his anxiousness, Muir nearly tripped over them a few times. Finally, though, they returned home safe and sound.

An’an was sleeping soundly on top of Curtis’s icy tail, her little limbs hugging his tail like an octopus. Curtis’s body was twisted on the ground, but his snakehead was perched on the edge of his tail, lying alongside An’an.

Bai Qingqing couldn’t help but smile at this sight. She called out softly, “Curtis.”

Ssss~

Curtis raised his head and looked towards her, his red pupils narrowing slightly. He then raised his upper body and transformed into his half-human form.

“You finally gave birth?” The resentment in Curtis’s voice was unmistakable. At the start, he might not have noticed, but after a few months, he was bound to notice some signs.

He had said nothing, knowing that Snow merely wished to treat Muir fairly.

But the hateful thing was, Muir was unable to impregnate Snow for a long time. As a result, while her other mates were in torment sniffing her alluring scent, Muir was the only one who could act on his instincts. How could he not feel resentment?

Muir was probably the first person in history to incur the wrath of his love rivals for his incompetent reproductive abilities.

As it was the hot season, Bai Qingqing mostly slept with Curtis. Without waiting for Muir to place her in the grass nest, Curtis took her from his arms.

Bai Qingqing caressed the egg’s smooth surface and no longer felt awkward as she previously did. Instead, she couldn’t restrain the joy on her face. “Mm, I didn’t see it coming too. To think I only learned I was pregnant after giving birth. Hehe…”

Curtis flicked out his tongue and said, “The scent given off during pregnancy resembles that when one is in heat. Over these few months, you have been giving off the scent of being in heat.” That was why they were mistaken.

This was probably the case for Winston and Parker as well.

After walking some distance, Muir finally managed to calm down. Gradually, the joy of having his wish come true was replaced by sorrow.

As he listened to the duo’s conversation, which sounded as if there was no one else present, Muir felt all the more awful. He took the egg from Bai Qingqing and said in a raspy and sad voice, like the screech of an old eagle, “I’m leaving.”