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Chapter 106 Even fox spirits can miscalculate.

Qinglan's grey-brown beast eyes were filled with pain: "She was swept away by the mudflow caused by the collapse of the snowfield."

Mo Yan's brows furrowed suddenly, and a dark glint flashed in his scarlet eyes.

Could someone who jumps off a thorny cliff and returns safely be swept away by a mudslide?
He was skeptical, but the snow leopard beastman didn't seem to be talking nonsense.

Mo Yan pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes, a dark glint in them: "I'll go with you to find Teng."

He had barely finished speaking when Gui Jiu said sternly, "No way!"

"The orcish continent during the rainy season is a place where cannibalism is rampant! You are our leader, the backbone of the Cangshan tribe! How can you leave the tribe at this time? Moreover, what about the people of your tribe..."

There was no food left in the tribe, so Mo Yan couldn't leave at this point.

Mo Yan paused slightly, then turned to look at Gui, his expression calm: "Finding Teng was just something I did on the way."

He remained silent for a moment, then his voice was filled with a sinister and chilling tone: "I will bring back my prey."

He had originally planned to leave the tribe to hunt, but the tribe was no longer able to survive.

Seeing the tense standoff between Mo Yan and Gui, Qinglan instantly realized that the Cangshan tribe had run out of food.

He immediately said, "I'll give you food, you come with me to find Teng!"

As he spoke, his bones surged, transforming him into human form. He carefully opened the storage bag at his waist, the snow leopard embroidery on it shimmering. With a "whoosh," the ground was littered with prey.

The prey was still dripping with warm blood, as if they had just been hunted.

Mo Yan's gaunt face suddenly tightened, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

His gaze fell on the storage pouch at Qinglan's waist, and his Adam's apple bobbed: "Did she give it to you?"

Qinglan covered the storage bag at her waist with her slender hand, her gray-brown eyes fixed on Mo Yan, her back ramrod straight, like a cheetah about to leap out of the jungle at any moment, her voice hoarse: "Is that enough?"

Gui Zao, standing to the side, was startled by the prey on the ground. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan turned around silently, and suddenly, scarlet scales emerged from his cheeks. The giant python's slender body swam in the puddles, its tongue flicking in and out as if it were trying to discern scents and directions.

With a light leap, Qinglan shot out like an arrow.

His slender figure stretched out in mid-air, leopard spots flashing along his lean waistline. When he landed, he had already transformed into a leopard shadow. With a few agile leaps, he followed Mo Yan and disappeared into the forest.

Gui looked at the prey scattered on the ground, then at Mo Yan walking away, his brows furrowed.

Fu Ying is indeed a powerful witch, but she has fallen orcs by her side, so we must hope nothing bad happens to her.

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On the mountaintop not far from the Cangshan tribe, the flash flood had already receded.

Despite the torrential rain, a narrow cave was unusually lively.

"Waaaaah—waaaaah—"

The cubs' tender cries were so loud that they almost pierced through the rain and echoed across the entire hilltop.

"My little darling, please don't cry..."

Teng hugged Tuanzi even tighter, its black snake tail trembling slightly, a wildflower, wet with rain, curled at the tip of its tail and swayed in front of Tuanzi, trying to make its presence known.

Unexpectedly, raindrops fell from the petals and landed right on Tuanzi's little face, which only made her cry even louder.

Teng's dark green eyes were filled with helplessness, but when he looked down at the little female in his arms who was screaming, he felt his cold heart soften and his arms tightened even more.

The little female had soft, silvery-white hair. Her face was scrunched up from crying, turning bright red like a ripe berry, but this did not diminish her beauty in the slightest.

The little dumpling perfectly inherited her parents' looks; she's bound to grow up to be a beauty. "Wow—"

Tuanzi cried even louder, her little body trembling with each sob.

Teng raised its head, its dark green pupils contracted, and its tail scales made a soft, rustling sound due to its anxiety.

He urged impatiently, "Bai Cang! Why are you dawdling like that?"

Perhaps his voice was too loud, for the cub in his arms was startled and let out a hiccup. This caused a flicker of panic to cross Teng's sharp brows. He gently patted the cub and soothed it softly, "Good boy, don't cry..."

Bai Cang's half-squatting posture resembled a pine tree bending at the waist, her long silver hair cascading down her back like silk, revealing half of her alluring profile.

His slender fingers held the baby bottle, gently shaking it without haste. When he turned his head to glance at us, his shimmering fox eyes were full of disdain, and he sneered, "You can't even hold a cub properly..."

He paused subtly at the end of his sentence, a half-smile playing on his lips: "You still dare to fight over having A-Ying bear your cubs?"

As they were talking, Bai Cang stepped forward, took Tuanzi from Teng's arms, and put the milk bottle into her mouth. Tuanzi stopped crying and made a satisfied gurgling sound in her throat, but there were still tears in her eyes.

Bai Cang looked down at his cub, his amber pupils rippling slightly, even the faint red at the corners of his long, narrow eyes softened, making him even more alluring.

Teng glanced at Bai Cang and sneered, "Aying agreed to my request."

Bai Cang ignored him, pulled Tuanzi closer to his chest, and strolled to the cave entrance.

His long, silvery-white hair was ruffled by the damp mountain wind, and a layer of obscurity swept across his beautiful eyes.

It's been several days already...

Teng leaned lazily against the mountain wall, its dark green eyes reflecting the fine rain outside.

He squinted, his clear voice mingling with the sound of rain, as if he were talking to Bai Cang, or as if he were talking to himself: "Aying... should be back soon."

Teng crossed her arms and glanced sideways at Bai Cang: "Do you think Qinglan will come back with Aying?"

In his heart, he naturally didn't want Qinglan to come back. What good would it do to have another person?

Bai Cang lowered his eyes, his fingertips gently brushing the raindrops falling from Tuanzi's hair, his voice even fainter than the mountain breeze: "No."

He turned and walked into the cave, his long, silvery-white hair swaying lightly like cascading moonlight as he walked.

At this moment, Teng suddenly straightened up and let out a delighted sneer: "Vixen, it seems you can miscalculate too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Teng disappeared into the rain. His graceful movements were like a beam of light, heading straight for Qinglan.

Since Qinglan has returned, then Aying must have returned as well.

This thought filled Teng with joy.

Bai Cang tightened his grip on Tuanzi's arm slightly, looking somewhat puzzled.

Teng once said that Qinglan was something Aying longed for but could not obtain.

He was naturally aloof and proud, with an unyielding pride in his bones. After experiencing many things, he had deep-seated resentment. Based on his responsibility and guilt towards the Frost Plains tribe, he probably wouldn't come along.

But now, he's here. Why?
Bai Cang frowned slightly, but the frown vanished in an instant.

It doesn't matter why Qinglan came along, as long as Aying comes back.

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Bai Cang's beautiful and radiant face. It's good that you're back.

He took a few steps toward the cave entrance, but the next moment, his steps faltered slightly, his narrow fox eyes suddenly narrowed, and two auras, accompanied by wind and rain, swept over, but Aying was not there.

(End of this chapter)