Beauty and the Beasts Chapter 1239 – Changing Tradition

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The three leopard cubs got entangled in a mess before Bai Qingqing. Afraid they would hurt the egg, she quickly turned her body sideways to protect it.

Winston placed An’an on the ground and said as he patted the head of one of the cubs, “Bring An’an out to play.”

His presence was imposing. The leopard cubs instantly became docile and obediently nudged An’an outwards with their heads.

An’an gave face to her older brothers and crawled forward a bit every time she was nudged. The stone floorboard was smooth and wouldn’t hurt her palms.

Winston stroked Bai Qingqing’s head and said, “You must be tired. Why don’t you lie down and take a rest?”

“Mm.” Bai Qingqing was indeed tired. Although it didn’t take much effort to give birth to this egg, she felt like all her strength had been drawn from her.

Handing the egg to Muir, Bai Qingqing reminded, “You should hide it in the clothes storage box, lest the leopard cubs mess around with it.”

Recalling the snake eggs which the cubs nearly damaged during the cold season, Muir nodded in agreement, then got up to hide the egg.

He had just finished hiding the egg when Winston said as he passed by him on his way out, “Come out for a moment.”

Muir: “?”

Muir caught up to him in confusion.

The majestic castle was surrounded by a botanical garden, plenty of lush greenery, and lots of colorful morning glories around.

Behind the castle, there was a separate kitchen and storeroom. Right now, a stream of smoke was floating upright from the kitchen roof, drenching the room with the smell of home.

Winston and Muir were standing upright among the plants. Both of them had extremely muscular bodies. The difference was that the silver-haired man had muscles all over his body and one couldn’t find anywhere on his body on which more muscles could be added. As for the black-haired man, his chest was abnormally well-developed. But other than that, his legs were also slim, long, and powerful—the perfect example of an inverted triangle figure.

Both were formidable and were likewise beastmen of few words. In certain aspects, they shared a common language.

“What’s the matter?” Muir asked, standing.

Winston said, “You might want to consider Qingqing’s suggestion.”

Muir’s impatience showed through his furrowed brows. He hadn’t expected Winston would say something so meaningless to him. “Doing so will only harm our progeny.”

Winston’s lips curled in a sneer as he looked at him. “You think it’s great for all eagle beastmen to be like you?”

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Muir froze.

Speaking of talent, Winston’s surpassed Muir’s without a doubt. He had the absolute right to critique the necessity of power in front of him.

The only reason Muir survived till now was that he was trained by despair. And the cause for his despair was ultimately his inadequacy at socializing, leading to his failure to win the heart of his beloved.

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If Muir was given a chance to choose between power and love, he would opt for the latter without hesitation.

“If Parker was in your place, he definitely wouldn’t take so many detours. Give this some thought.” Winston patted his shoulder before walking away, leaving Muir to ponder on his own.

Why did them eagle beastmen try their darndest to become invincible? It was ultimately to attract the females’ attention.

But after he became formidable, Qingqing didn’t even spare him a glance.

Could it be that… it was time for their eagle tribe to change?

Muir stood here for half a day, until the sun set, until his shadow turned from a small black speck to a large patch. Finally, he let out a long exhale, as though he had made up his mind. The blank look in his eyes was now replaced by a resolute one.

Bai Qingqing’s bones ached after lying down the entire day. As she flexed her arms, she walked towards the back kitchen, bumping into Muir on the way.