Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off Chapter 735: An Mo’s Loose Mouth

Xuan Long stood in the doorway of the children’s room, his tall, noble figure suddenly stiffening as a wave of embarrassment washed over him.

His emerald eyes twitched slightly as he stared at his son, Xiao San.

He was a direct young master of the ancient Teng Clan! In the Upper Domain, their family’s treasury held mountains of priceless spiritual gems, rare heavenly herbs, and countless glowing crystal cores that could buy entire cities.

Yet here was his own flesh and blood, using cheap street tricks to scam his little siblings out of their tiny allowance!

If the elders of the Teng Clan ever found out that their noble young master was running a backyard gambling ring for baby-level crystal cores, Xuan Long felt his face would be completely lost forever.

Desperate to restore his dignity and settle this ridiculous situation, Xuan Long took a fast, sweeping stride forward. Without a word, he reached down and picked up Su Qinglan’s soft hand.

With a quick flick of his wrist, he activated the high-tier spatial ring that An Mo had gifted to Su Qinglan earlier.

In a flash of soft light, a heavy, luxurious silk pouch materialised directly in Su Qinglan’s palm. Even Su Qinglan was completely stunned by how fast her husband had moved, staring down at the bulging pouch in her hand with wide eyes.

Before she could even ask what he was doing, Xuan Long gently took the heavy pouch from her hand and tossed it straight at his unruly son.

Clank!

The heavy pouch landed right in front of Xiao San with a dull, rich thud, the sheer weight of it shaking the soft rug.

"Here. Keep this," Xuan Long declared, his deep voice carrying an icy, aristocratic firmness as he crossed his arms. "Stop eyeing your brothers’ and sisters’ tiny pocket change. It is embarrassing."

Xiao San was completely stunned. He blinked his green, swirling eyes, looking from his father to the exquisite pouch on the floor.

Cautiously, the little snake cub reached out a chubby hand, pulled open the silk drawstring, and peeked inside.

The moment his eyes met the contents, the little cub’s jaw dropped. Inside was a blinding, suffocating glow of top-tier, pure-grade crystal cores so rare and powerful they looked like mini stars locked in glass!

A goofy, wide-mouthed smile instantly exploded across Xiao San’s cute face. He was rich! He was super rich!

However, seeing his father’s cold, stern glare fixed on him, Xiao San quickly caught himself. He cleared his throat loudly, slapped the pouch shut, and immediately put on the most serious, righteous, and adult-like expression his tiny face could muster.

He puffed out his chubby chest, looking at Xuan Long with absolute solemnity.

"Father, you have completely misunderstood my good intentions. I was not being greedy or stealing from them!"

Xuan Long raised an eyebrow, silently daring him to continue.

"I was simply giving them a very important life lesson!" Xiao San proclaimed, waving a tiny, noble hand in the air like a grand scholar.

"The Beast World is full of dangerous, cunning traps! They are far too naive and silly. If I didn’t teach them today, someone in the outside world would definitely trick them out of all their wealth in the future!"

Hearing this shameless, high-sounding excuse, the eldest tiger cub, Xiao Yi, who was sitting nearby happily clutching his returned crystals, couldn’t take it anymore.

Xiao Yi dramatically rolled his big, round tiger eyes so far back they almost got stuck. He let out a loud, disdainful snort through his tiny black nose.

"Hmph! As if an outsider would ever get the chance!" Xiao Yi thought bitterly, hugging his treasure pouch tighter against his striped belly.

"Before any outsider could even ask us for a single core, my own brother would have already emptied our pockets completely dry!"

If Xiao San had known the exact bitter thoughts running through his big brother’s mind, he would have puffed out his tiny chest even further, tilted his chin up with supreme righteousness, and declared with absolute sincerity:

"Big Brother, you’ve got it all wrong! I’m not taking your wealth...I’m just keeping it completely safe for you! In my pockets, not a single thief in the Beast World could ever touch it!

The lively chaos in the children’s room finally settled down.

Night had quietly fallen over the Dragon Beast City, and a peaceful silence once again embraced the warm house.

After finishing dinner, the cubs had already been washed clean by their fathers. One by one, they sat in a neat little row on the soft bed, rubbing their sleepy eyes.

Everyone in the family knew one thing.

No matter how full the cubs were after dinner, they absolutely refused to sleep unless they had their bedtime milk.

Meanwhile...

Han Jue stood alone in the spacious kitchen.

His sleeves were casually rolled to his forearms as he carefully placed several clean wooden bowls onto the table. Besides them sat a beautifully sealed metal tin that Su Qinglan had given them.

Opening the lid released a faint, rich fragrance.

Han Jue scooped several spoonfuls of the fine white powder into each bowl before slowly pouring in steaming hot water. With gentle movements, he stirred every bowl until the white powder completely dissolved into creamy, fragrant milk.

Just then...

Curious footsteps approached from behind.

An Mo poked his head into the kitchen, golden eyes filled with curiosity.

"Han Jue... what are you doing?"

Han Jue didn’t even look up.

"Preparing milk for the cubs."

An Mo blinked.

"...Milk?"

His gaze landed on the strange white powder inside the tin. His brows slowly knitted together.

"...Since when does milk come from powder?"

Han Jue calmly continued stirring. "Lan Lan gave this to us. It contains many nutrients the cubs need while growing. She said drinking it regularly helps strengthen their bodies and supports healthy development."

An Mo walked over, staring suspiciously into one of the bowls. His worldview was quietly collapsing.

In his understanding... There were only two ways for beast cubs to drink milk. Either from their own mother or from some wild nursing beast.

Turning some strange white powder into milk... That simply sounded impossible.

"...You’re telling me..." An Mo muttered, "...this powder becomes milk after adding water?"

Han Jue nodded.

"Mm."

An Mo looked at the bowl. His curiosity completely won. Before Han Jue could stop him. He casually picked up one freshly prepared bowl.

"Let me taste it."

Gulp.

Gulp.

Gulp.

In just a few large mouthfuls, the entire bowl disappeared into An Mo’s stomach. He smacked his lips thoughtfully.

"...Not bad."

He paused before nodding seriously.

"But it’s still nowhere near as delicious as Lan Lan’s milk."

Clink.

The measuring spoon slipped from Han Jue’s fingers; it struck the edge and scattered white milk powder all across the kitchen floor.

Silence.

An Mo blinked. Only then did his brain finally process the exact sentence that had just escaped his mouth.

Very slowly... He raised his head.

Han Jue was no longer looking at the spilled powder. Instead, he was looking directly at An Mo.

A terrifyingly calm smile slowly appeared on Han Jue’s handsome face. His usually gentle eyes had turned frighteningly cold.

The temperature inside the kitchen seemed to plummet several degrees.

An Mo felt every hair on his body stand on end.

"...Ah."

"I..."

"...I can explain?"