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Chapter 107 Let's go find her together
Teng's gaze suddenly froze.

Amidst the torrential rain, the figures of Mo Yan and Qing Lan gradually became clear.

His dark green vertical pupils contracted, flashing with a cold light, and his gaze, like a blade, was fixed on Qinglan. The snow leopard, with its elegant and agile figure, clearly had its shattered star patterns reassembled.

"Where is Aying?" These three short words, carrying a suppressed violence, spread chillingly in the torrential rain.

Qinglan looked at the unharmed Teng, a barely perceptible glimmer of light appearing in its gray-brown beast eyes.

His tense back relaxed. Since Teng was alright, it meant that she was safe and sound as well.

Mo Yan's scarlet scales gleamed with a dark light, and its slender serpentine body twisted and transformed into a human form.

His narrow eyes swept over Teng's back, but he only saw Bai Cang holding the cub.

He frowned deeply: "Fuying hasn't returned?"

"What did you say? A-Ying went to the Frost Plains Tribe!" Teng's voice was filled with rage, a hint of panic flashing deep in his eyes as he stared intently at Qinglan: "Why did you come, but A-Ying didn't come back?!"

Heavy rain.

Qinglan transformed into human form, her figure swaying slightly in the rain. Her long, flaxen hair, soaked by the rain, clung to the side of her neck, making her look quite disheveled.

“She…” Her pale lips trembled slightly, her voice almost swallowed by the sound of the rain: “She did it to save me…”

"It was carried away by the mudslides in the snowfield." His voice was hoarse and almost broken.

Teng's body froze, and his aura seemed to freeze instantly, as if dead.

"What did you say?" His voice was soft, yet extremely sharp and violent.

His dark green eyes were fixed on Qinglan, narrowing into a thin, chilling line that flashed with a terrifying light in the rain.

The next instant, he sprang up, his fist, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, slamming into Qinglan's mouth.

"She knows you're going to die!"

"They even abandoned their newborn cubs!"

The second punch followed immediately, producing a dull thud as flesh struck.

Teng's expression was ferocious, and his voice was hoarse: "Qinglan, how dare you come to see me alive?"

Qinglan plunged heavily into the muddy puddles, rainwater mixed with blood dripping from his indifferent jawline, creating dark red ripples in the murky water.

He didn't struggle or fight back. His gray-brown eyes were unfocused as he murmured, "It's me..."

Bai Cang held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand and Tuanzi in the other, looking at Qinglan, who had fallen into the mud and was full of despair. His beautiful face was full of indifference: "With Aying's strength, she will not be swept away by the mudslide."

At this point, Bai Cang paused, his fingers gripping the umbrella handle suddenly tightening, the oil-paper umbrella creaking under the weight. He stared intently at Qinglan, his fox-like eyes filled with coldness: "Why?"

Before he finished speaking, Teng's movements suddenly froze, as if he had discovered something.

He suddenly pulled Qinglan up, the sound of the animal skin coat tearing piercing the rain.

Teng's gaze was fixed on his neck, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably, and even her voice was tinged with a frantic tremor: "Your insignia... how could it be?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Cang and Mo Yan both fixed their gazes on Qinglan's neck.

Where there should have been markings, now there were grotesque patterns, as if someone had carved a crouching red fox markings with a bone knife, each cut piercing into flesh.

The red fox is languid, its fur stained red with blood.

"Where are your markings?!" The teeth clashed together, producing a chilling, sharp clicking sound.

A bolt of silvery lightning ripped across the sky, illuminating Qinglan's deathly pale face.

Bai Cang's slender body swayed slightly, and the oil-paper umbrella tilted slightly in the rain, splashing a chill.

His amber pupils contracted sharply, and the cub in his arms, perhaps sensing its father's heart-wrenching pain, began to whimper uneasily.

The contract was terminated, but Qinglan was unharmed.

Clearly, it was the other party who suffered the consequences of the contract. No wonder a mere mudslide could sweep her away.

Mo Yan stood frozen in the torrential rain, looking at Qing Lan, his scarlet eyes churning with turbulent emotions.

In the Orcish continent, breaking the bond is tantamount to death, and females who voluntarily bear the backlash are extremely rare.

He stared intently at the red fox contract mark that Qinglan had carved into her neck with a bone knife, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. Fuying was actually willing to endure the backlash of the Beast God Contract for the sake of a male.
"What exactly did you do?" Teng's fingertips dug into his palm, and blood seeped out from between his fingers.

"I kill you--"

In the next instant, Teng's body suddenly twisted and expanded, and black scales covered its entire body like a tide, instantly transforming into a giant python. Its strength increased, and its size grew even larger, with each scale gleaming coldly in the rainstorm.

With a ferocious fang and a relentless determination to fight to the death, it bit towards Qinglan's neck.

Qinglan closed his eyes slightly, and raindrops slid down his eyelashes.

He didn't struggle; instead, he tilted his neck back, exposing himself to the venomous fangs.

He should have died long ago.

However, the venomous fangs ultimately failed to penetrate his neck.

Teng suddenly turned his head, his dark green eyes surging with violent killing intent, just because Bai Cang's oil-paper umbrella was blocking Qinglan's way, and rainwater slid down the edge of the umbrella, rippling on the ground.

"You're stopping me?" The scales on Teng's body rubbed together violently, like metal clashing against stone.

"Aying took the initiative to break the contract, so it must be his fault. Why won't you let me kill him?!"

Qinglan's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes, looking at Bai Cang who was blocking her way.

The cub in his arms was crying, its tender voice piercing through the torrential rain, as if it knew that its mother had been in trouble.

Qinglan's gray-brown pupils contracted sharply, and a deep pain surged in her eyes.

He reached out to touch her cub, but then fell limply to the ground.

This movement aggravated the red fox markings etched on her neck, causing the unhealed wound to bleed again.

Bai Canggui's beautiful face was as pale as paper, and even her crimson lips had lost their color.

His voice was extremely calm, but the knuckles of his fingers gripping the oil-paper umbrella were bluish-white and bulging: "Since A-Ying is willing to die to save him, if you kill him, and A-Ying comes back... how much pain will she feel?"

“Besides…” Bai Cang turned his head, raindrops sliding down his chin.

His amber eyes were icy cold as they swept over the storage pouch at Qinglan's waist, the snow leopard pattern embroidered on it so familiar: "We need people now, let's go find her together."

Teng also looked at the storage bag at Qinglan's waist, its scarlet forked tongue trembling as it tried to catch any lingering scent.

The powerful snake tail swept across suddenly, shattering a rock. Several sharp fragments, carrying with them a fiery rage, grazed Qinglan's cheek, leaving several bloody marks, but he seemed oblivious.

Mo Yan looked at the three of them and took a deep breath: "I'll search with you."

There's food left by Qinglan at the tribe, so everything will be alright.

Teng turned to look at Bai Cang, his dark green eyes flashing with a cold light: "You guys follow the mudflow to find A Ying first, I'll go to the Rift Sky Tribe to find Xing Kong."

"He's a pterosaur orc, he flies very fast, so we can find her as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Teng turned around, his dark figure disappearing into the distance like a streak of light.

Bai Cang withdrew his gaze and focused intently on Qinglan, his voice low and cold: "Cheer up. Once you find her, you can renew your bond with her, provided, of course, that she is willing to forgive you."

Qinglan slowly raised her head, her gray-brown eyes gleaming.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his ethereal voice was filled with despair: "Is...it really still possible?"

Bai Cang looked at him with cold eyes and said calmly, "After going through so much, you should know better than anyone how good she is. Aying is worth fighting for at all costs."

(End of this chapter)