Chapter 1177: Incubating Eggs Starve One to Death

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

With Parker home, Winston was a lot more relaxed, and Bai Qingqing’s food options were greater.

Muir hadn’t had a single drop of water for three days and four nights. Bai Qingqing’s anticipation gradually turned into worry. Today, she finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and took action on him.

She brought over a bowl of bird soup and a bowl of barbecued meat that was just taken off the flames, squatting down in front of Muir and eating noisily.

“Uhh! It’s so delicious.” Bai Qingqing wore an intoxicated expression and then threw a sneak peek at him.

Muir didn’t move at all. It was as if he had shut off all his senses.

Although eagle beastmen didn’t inherit any legacy, they had the instincts for reproduction. Muir knew that he must fast to cut off any necessity for him to get up.

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He had no idea how long the eggs needed to be incubated, but since the rest of his tribesmen did it in the same way, there was no way that he’d die from it.

Muir’s expression was determined, but Bai Qingqing didn’t give up either.

She beckoned for the leopard cubs to come over, picking up small pieces of meat and feeding them. Children always made their food seem very delicious, and even Bai Qingqing’s craving was piqued from watching them eat.

She didn’t believe that Muir, who had gone hungry for three days, wouldn’t want to eat it.

However, Muir really wasn’t tempted at all. Even his throat didn’t move.

After feeding the entire bowl of meat to the leopard cubs, Bai Qingqing gave up helplessly.

However, she continued trying the next day.

After one month passed, white snow had covered the landscape outside the castle.

The eggs hadn’t hatched yet, and the black eagle squatting in the nest had gotten a lot slimmer. One could see his bone racks under his rich feathers. He was so skinny that it made one’s heart ache for him.

Bai Qingqing’s body had completely recovered, but the surprise of early labor had caused her constitution to become a lot worse. Although she had gotten a little plump, her constitution was weak and the heavy dark-colored animal skin seemed as if it’d bend her from the weight.

However, humans were tenacious. She remained positive and playful, not looking sickly at all.

Every day, the delicious soup would give her nourishment. She’d always bring a bowl with her to Muir.

Bai Qingqing brought in a bowl of hot soup into the room once again. When she stood at the door and looked at the eagle beastman who had clearly become slimmer, she suddenly lost the mood to tease him, and her heart started to ache.

“Have some soup. You haven’t eaten anything for a month.” Bai Qingqing walked over to Muir and said softly.

Her voice that reflected her heartache finally caused Muir’s expression to change. He turned his listless eyes and his gaze landed on his mate’s face, then over to the spot under his stomach.

In the end, he shook his head firmly. “Coo~”

Even his cry sounded extremely weak.

Bai Qingqing felt extremely anxious and suddenly a flame of fury rose in her. She glared at Muir and said, “If you don’t eat, you’re going to starve to death. Even if you don’t eat… it should be fine to at least replenish some water, right?”

Bai Qingqing’s heart ached for him, and her tone softened midway into her sentence.

Starve to death… Muir had never thought that he’d starve to death. However, after sensing how weak his body was, he had to admit that he almost couldn’t hang on any longer.

He didn’t wish to leave Qingqing. He had just become mates with her and hadn’t spent enough time with her. How could he possibly bear to leave?

Muir finally moved his stiffened neck that was almost turning into stone, reaching his beak into the soup bowl.

Bai Qingqing was elated and quickly raised the soup bowl.

One of them lowered his head while the other raised her hands. Muir’s entire beak was soaked in the soup, and even his nostrils on top of his beak were stuffed by the soup.

Pffft!

Spurting sounds came from the soup, and Bai Qingqing quickly moved the bowl lower by a little, freeing one hand to help wipe off Muir with a piece of animal skin. “I’m sorry. I was too anxious.”

Muir choked a little, then swung his head before continuing to lower his head to take in the soup.

Extremely parched, Muir finished half a bowl of soup at one go. It wasn’t until his hard beak couldn’t reach the remaining soup that he came back to his senses, feeling remorseful. He drank too much.