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Chapter 115 The little guy is quite good at being affectionate.

The bamboo house wasn't large, and when a group of people suddenly rushed in, it suddenly felt cramped.

Outside, the rain was pouring down, and inside, there was an eerie silence.

Perhaps due to their identities, Mo Yan and Xing Kong leaned against the door, one foot still dangling outside, and dared not come in.

After Teng entered, he casually tossed Luo Heng into a corner.

He stood against the bamboo wall like a shadow, making sure he could see everyone inside. His body was taut like a fully drawn bowstring, and the light inside the room shattered into countless stars in his eyes.

When his dark green eyes swept over the fallen Marquis of Nightless City at the foot of the pillar, they were filled with a chilling light.

Bai Cang's narrow, fox-like eyes swept over everyone in the house. As soon as he stepped into the bamboo house, he caught that familiar, almost intense scent—the smell of Fuying.

His gaze swept lightly over Luo Heng; he had clearly spent the past few days in Luo Heng's absence.

Bai Cang remained expressionless, his gaze shifting slightly to Qinglan in the corner.

He was as silent as a shadow, his long, flaxen hair wet and clinging to his shoulders, raindrops dripping silently from the ends. He held Tuanzi in his arms, his lowered eyelashes casting shadows on his pale face.

Bai Cang slowly stepped forward, extended his hand to him, and said politely, "Thank you for taking care of Tuanzi."

Qinglan looked up at the sound, her clear, gray-brown eyes sweeping lightly across Bai Cang's face.

Instead of offering the dumpling to him, he tightened his arms, holding the sleeping little guy even closer in his embrace, as if Bai Cang wasn't the dumpling's beast father, but he was.

Qinglan didn't even speak to Bai Cang. She silently turned around, walked straight to Fuying's back, and stood there.

Bai Cang was slightly taken aback, a faint, complex emotion flashing across her beautiful face.

Fuying took the dumpling from Qinglan's hand, her fingertips lightly brushing against Qinglan's wrist.

A section of skin on his wrist, like him, was pale and clean, with faint blue veins and the scent of lingering rain. Qinglan paused, raising her eyes to linger on Fuying's face for a moment.

He didn't flinch, but simply lowered his eyes, a glimmer of light in his gray-brown pupils.

Fu Ying held Tuanzi in her arms, not intending to have a private chat with him for the time being. Instead, she said to the others, "What just happened has nothing to do with you, so don't take it to heart."

Starry Sky was the kind of person who couldn't keep a secret. He stared at the Nightless Marquis lying on the ground, his brows furrowed, and his tone dangerous: "The Zerg coming out of the abyss during the rainy season is not good news."

Fu Ying raised her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and said calmly, "So what do you want?"

A murderous intent surged in Xingkong's eyes, but when he met Fuying's ambiguous smile, he suddenly stared intently.

He had intended to say that he would kill the Marquis of Nevernight, but judging from Fuying's expression, she clearly did not have that intention.

Xingkong's Adam's apple bobbed twice, his arms crossed over his chest, and his long, dark hair flowed freely.

He turned his face away and winked at Teng, signaling him to say a few words.

This Marquis of Never Night is extremely dangerous and a menace; keeping him around will inevitably cause trouble sooner or later.

Teng's dark green vertical pupils flickered slightly. He didn't ask about the Lord of Nightless City, but instead said in a low voice, "Aying, the rainy season is only halfway over. Where do we go next?"

No one present was a fool; Fuying's attitude was already quite clear.

Although the Marquis of Nevernight came seeking revenge, she did not intend to kill him; instead, she decided to keep him by her side.

As soon as Teng finished speaking, Mo Yan spoke up, his voice less sinister: "Go back to the Cangshan tribe. You are familiar with every blade of grass and every tree there. Since you left, the tribespeople have missed you very much."

As they spoke, Mo Yan's gaze unconsciously turned to Bai Cang.

Fu Ying left the Cangshan tribe because of him, a fallen beastman. But after witnessing Fu Ying's strength tonight, he suddenly understood that even if Bai Cang were the only fallen beastman present, Fu Ying would be more than capable of protecting them.

What excited him even more was that his idea was confirmed.

Fuying is an insurmountable mountain, but she can carry them across the Triangle Sea!

Even if it was just for this reason, he wanted her to return to the Cangshan tribe.

Xingkong's gaze swept over Bai Cang, then turned to Bu Yehou, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

A corrupted orc and a dangerous insectoid—these two combined are a source of danger, not to mention there's another one...

Xingkong's gaze fell on Luoheng in the corner.

He hadn't forgotten that this person was also a dangerous individual at the Nine-Star Extreme Realm!
The beastmen of Fuying were all ruthless.

He is the future leader of the Rift Sky Tribe, and we must not put the entire tribe in danger because of a momentary impulse.

However… Xingkong’s gaze unconsciously fell on Fuying, and the knuckles hanging at her sides clenched uncontrollably, revealing a trace of unspeakable emotion.

He couldn't deceive himself; he was attracted to this dazzling female.

Despite being the wicked woman from the oasis tribe whom he despised and avoided at all costs.

Fu Ying lifted her eyelids slightly, her gaze sweeping across the starry sky.

His Adam's apple bobbed awkwardly, and he looked away in embarrassment, clenching his fists even tighter. Since he didn't have the courage to accept the people around her, he would just hide the rest away.

Fu Ying's gaze did not linger on the starry sky, but instead fell on Mo Yan.

She casually brushed a handful of Tuanzi's soft silver hair with her fingertips, her voice tinged with detachment and languor: "Thank you for coming out to find me this time, Chief Moyan, but there's no need to return to the Cangshan tribe."

As they were talking, the baby in the swaddling clothes suddenly woke up.

Perhaps sensing her mother's presence, her delicate little hand reached out and precisely grasped a strand of her hair. Her fluffy, snow-white ear tips twitched, and then a fluffy little tail swung out of her swaddling clothes, wagging happily in the air, looking every bit the flatterer.

Fu Ying's cold and aloof expression softened instantly, and her slender fingertips gently pinched the little fox's ear tips.

"This little guy is quite good at being affectionate."

The little dumpling made a soft "woof" sound, and its tail tip wrapped around her wrist. Even the most hard-hearted person couldn't help but deflate.

Fu Ying chuckled softly and gently tapped the little dumpling's pink nose. The cubs of the Beastman Continent were truly adorable, with their soft ears and fluffy tails, giving one the feeling of having a pet.

Teng's lips twitched violently.

Tuanzi's ingratiating and obsequious manner is exactly like that of a certain shameless man!
He silently turned to look at Bai Cang, just in time to see the guy silently curling the corners of his lips.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, Bai Cang raised the corners of his narrow eyes slightly. In front of everyone, he sat down next to the armrest in a grand manner, gently pulling the person into his arms with his slender hands, while teasing the cub with his fingertips.

Sensing its father's presence, Tuanzi reached out to grab Bai Cang's fingers, its tail wagging like a little whirlwind.

Bai Cang chuckled softly, his thin lips almost touching Fu Ying's earlobe: "Look at Tuanzi, how happy she is, isn't it because she saw her mother?"

As if it could understand its father's words, Tuanzi immediately let out a "woof" and rubbed its little face against Fuying's palm, its tail tip wagging happily like a fluffy little dandelion.

Fu Ying smiled slightly, her mood improving considerably.

Bai Cang looked at the gentleness in her eyes, his gaze darkening slightly, and without making a sound, he hugged her even tighter.

Teng's forehead twitched. Wasn't this bloodline inheritance a little too precise?
(End of this chapter)