Four Husbands' Favorable Cultivation Record

  Soon, Chu Yan ran back with what Mo Yi'er wanted. Seeing Mo Yi'er still squatting on the ground, he asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing, nothing at all!"

  "You're wearing this? It looks great, but it'll be stained with blood soon." Chu Huo's well-meaning reminder made Mo Yier want to kick him to death.

  "My leader, can you stop bothering my aunt?"

  "Auntie?"

  "It's... it's blood! Coming here will make this girl uncomfortable, can't you just not ask?" Mo Yier was about to vomit blood.

  "What's there to be ashamed of? All grown-up girls bleed, the girls in our tribe do too, you don't have to be shy. You're always more easily embarrassed than others, haha!"

  "Shame on you, turn around for me." Mo Yier felt that talking to this primitive person was like playing a zither to a cow. Seeing Chu Yan obediently turning his back, her mood improved by just a tiny bit.

  She quickly took the branches and wove a few more narrow strips of silk fabric that could be used as sanitary napkins, and only then did she let out a sigh of relief. She glanced around cautiously like a thief, then quickly stuffed the homemade sanitary napkin into her underwear. Although her underwear was also stained, there was no other way now, so she just had to make do.

  Everything is settled, Mo Yi stood up and let out a deep breath. "Alright, let's head back."

  "Ah!" Chu Yan scratched his head, a wise and powerful leader was made foolish by Mo Yi'er. He quietly walked behind Mo Yi'er, actually observing whether there would be any more blood on her buttocks or if it would drip down. As a result, he didn't find anything, but was puzzled and didn't dare ask out loud because Mo Yi'er had just thrown a tantrum.

  The villagers had packed up their things and eaten the leftover barbecue from last night for breakfast before setting off.

  Mo Yi'er was sadly surprised to find that the small plush ball that had been stuck to her all morning had disappeared. "This heartless thing, how could it just leave like this?"

  Mo Yi was extremely disheartened and called out for a long time but couldn't find Xiao Rongqiu.

  He could be happy now, but he didn't show it. He just solemnly said to Mo Yier, "Mo Yier, it's getting late, we need to hurry on our journey."

  Mo Yi'er looked around again, making sure there was no sign of Xiao Rongqiu. In a weak and hopeless tone, she said: "Alright, let's go first, we'll see if we can find Xiao Rongqiu when we come back."

  It was more urgent to tell the leader of the Hai Mu tribe about Taili Sha, Mo Yier wouldn't miss the big deal for a pet, but she still couldn't bear to part with Xiao Rongqiu who had been together for less than two days.

  "Mo Yi'er, I'll carry you. Women tend to be weaker and less spirited when they're bleeding." Chu Yan said as he half-crouched down, gesturing for Mo Yi'er to climb onto his back.

  Mo Yi'er waved his fist behind him, and obediently climbed onto his body. Chu Huo held Mo Yi'er's buttocks, shouted a penalty, and everyone ran on the grassland.

  Mo Ye'er was drowsy and soon fell into a dream, making up for the sleep she lost last night. Chu Yan, with his evil intentions, discovered that Mo Ye'er had fallen asleep and pinched her buttocks to test if there was any blood, but found nothing, just like the previous few days, he only felt a thin layer of strange beast skin, which he now also referred to as "cloth".

  Poor Mo Yi'er was molested multiple times in her sleep and still didn't realize it!

  Moye, the big aunt, is relatively lazy. Day and night, she only sleeps, eats, and weaves her own sanitary napkins with branches and silkworm cocoons. Real silk sanitary napkins, isn't that luxurious?

  Mo Yu'er muttered to herself "guilty, guilty" as she threw the bloody sanitary napkin into a thick clump of grass and then quickly distanced herself from the burial site of the sanitary napkin.

  She had just run away, and the little furball came over, its black little nose sniffing at the place she had just stepped on. The wet eyes were no longer silly and foolish, but full of thick beastly desire.

  The little furball was male, and he was especially sensitive to the smell of females. He could only follow Mo Yi'er from a distance, unable to snuggle up against her like he had in the past few days before she got her period, or else he wouldn't know what kind of beastly things he would do.

  Five days later, Mo Yier's aunt finally stopped, and Mo Yier was overjoyed. She found a small river and took a refreshing bath, then washed her only pair of underwear clean. She felt invincible, having worn the same underwear with her aunt for five whole days. It seemed she had to think about using silk threads to weave a new pair of underwear, even if it would have many holes, it was still better than not having any spare.

  To her surprise, as soon as Aunt Flow ended, Little Fluff ran back. With a hint of anger, she poked Little Fluff's forehead with her finger: "You still know how to come back? Didn't you leave? Since you left, don't come back again."

  "Meow!" The little furball cried out in grievance, walking up to rub against Mo Yi's leg. The soft and ticklish sensation immediately dissipated half of Mo Yi's anger. "Alright, stop acting cute, I'm not buying it. From now on, you'd better behave yourself, or else don't blame me for being strict."

  What's with the family law and all that? Are you sure you have it?

  The little furball came back, and the one who was still least happy about it was Chu Yan. However, Chu Yan had now learned to tolerate this little guy. It's just that when he didn't exist, every day carrying Mo Yier on his back as they traveled, roasting the freshest meat for Mo Yier to eat, and even pinching her butt a few times while she slept.

  On the twelfth evening, they finally arrived at the Heim tribe.

  Here, Mo Yier has already felt the damp sea breeze, and the azure blue sea is not far away, freely displaying its unique beauty in the twilight of sunset.

  The Haimu tribe would live on the silver beach in summer, and there was a kind of tree with willow-shaped leaves that were large and long. They used these leaves to build simple sheds to block the wind and rain, which worked quite well. Mo Yier looked at it and thought it was just a simple umbrella shape, but she couldn't help thinking that the Haimu tribe's people seemed to be very intelligent.

  As for Chu's arrival, the people of the Haimu tribe were very surprised and immediately ran to the leader's hut to tell him.

  Soon, Heim tribe leader Haysen walked over surrounded by several women. "Kan's internal tribe Chu Huo, how did you come? Where is my daughter Tailisha?"

  "Leader Haysen, I came this time just to tell you about Taireesa's matter." Chu Yan slightly bowed his head to Haysen, showing respect for the leader of the Haym tribe, who was also older than himself.

  "What's wrong, Taisa?" Haysen asked hastily, his eyes filled with the anxiety of a loving father for his daughter, showing that he was a good leader who loved his children.