Parker felt very envious when he saw how Bai Qingqing treated Curtis. He immediately said, "It's so rare that it's raining. Let her play a little longer today."
Curtis didn't say anything else.
The beastmen kept on howling until the moons reached the peak. The three different colored "moons" appeared clearly in the night sky. The beastmen still hadn't had enough, but the faint clouds had already drifted away, and there was no way that they would return no matter how much they cried out.
"Howl!" [I want to continue howling for another day!]
"Howl—" [This feels too good!]
This was the rain that the beastmen had called for themselves, and they were more proud of it than if they were to beg others for it. The females and children at home would definitely think of them as heroes, and their mates would definitely love them even more.
This was what all beastmen were thinking at this moment.
