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Chapter 117 I still like you the most this way

Fuying turned to Ni, gently scratched his palm with her fingertips, and said with a smile, "Ni, since you can control plants, I'll have to trouble you for help."

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled, and she took Tuanzi back from Bai Cang's arms, placing the sleeping little one on the bamboo bed. She lowered her gaze to tuck Tuanzi in, and the purple pupils behind her suddenly darkened.

He withdrew his gaze, and when his purple eyes turned to Qinglan, a dark and ambiguous light flashed in his lifeless eyes.

She turned and left, her purple curls tracing sharp arcs in the damp air.

Bai Cang slowly stood up, and as he passed Qinglan, the corners of his narrow eyes slightly curved upwards.

Outside, Teng was bidding farewell to the starry sky.

Teng's dark green eyes held a complex expression: "The rainy season is dangerous, be careful on your way back."

With his prey on his back, Xingkong smiled, his carefree face revealing a hint of amusement. He patted Teng's shoulder with one hand: "You came out just to tell me this?"

After saying that, he said nonchalantly, "You don't need to worry about me. On the contrary, you have a bad temper. When you're with Fuying, you still need to learn to be gentle in order to win her favor."

Teng's sharply defined features stood out against the night sky, and a sinister aura hung between his handsome brows.

He stared at the starry sky, his Adam's apple bobbing, the question he really wanted to ask stuck in his throat.

He grew up with the starry sky; how could he not see through his thoughts?

Although he didn't want more people to distract Aying, if that person was Xingkong...

Teng's drooping eyelashes cast deep shadows in his eye sockets, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "If you miss this opportunity, there may not be a next time." Emotions surged in his dark green vertical pupils: "Perhaps there won't be a next time."

Although Teng didn't say it explicitly, Xingkong immediately understood the meaning behind his words.

His fingers tightened, and he glanced sideways at the prey on his shoulder. His Adam's apple bobbed as he let out a short, sharp breath: "I have to take responsibility for the Rift Sky Tribe. There are too many dangerous people around her."

He paused, then chuckled softly, with a hint of nonchalance: "Besides, she doesn't like me."

At this point, Ni and Bai Cang walked out of the bamboo house one after the other.

Xingkong glanced up and said to Teng, "Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a huge winged dragon, his bone wings tearing through the rain curtain as he soared toward the horizon.

Teng watched the starry sky disappear into the horizon, then turned to return to the bamboo house, but was stopped by Bai Cang.

"Aying has something to say to Qinglan." Bai Cang's voice carried an air of undeniable authority.

"What can't you say in front of us?" Teng's dark green eyes were filled with coldness and hostility. He hadn't gotten past Qinglan yet. Don't think that just because you found Aying, you can let the matter of breaking the contract go!
Bai Cang glanced at him indifferently: "Is it A-Ying's idea that you want to go in?"

Teng fell silent, raised his eyes to look at the bamboo house with the door tightly closed, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

"Let's go, let's find some bamboo and wood." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the exquisite bamboo house behind him, and said calmly, "We'll build a few new bamboo houses; it's not good to stay here in Luoheng."

Compared to caves and nests, bamboo houses suited his taste better; they were refreshing and clean.

"inverse."

Ni glanced back at the two of them, her purple eyes filled with coldness, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of her crimson lips: "I am Ni, not that good-for-nothing who can only cry. Don't call me that again."

Bai Cang narrowed his long, narrow eyes slightly, thoughtfully scanning the star pattern on Ni's forehead. A hint of profound understanding surfaced in his eyes; he had roughly guessed the difference between Ni and Luo Heng.

Vines sprouted from her slender, backward-facing fingertips, weaving together to form an umbrella in the downpour.

He gracefully held up his umbrella and walked first into the bamboo forest, his long purple hair fluttering in the wind, carrying a subtle fragrance.

He couldn't possibly let so many males occupy his and Yingying's place.

"Ni? He and Luo Heng are not the same person?" Teng stared at Ni's back, his brows furrowed.

He had met Luo Heng before and knew her temperament; she was completely different from the person before him.

Bai Cang stared at it quietly for a moment before looking away.

A faint smile played on his beautiful face: "Whether it's Luo Heng or Ni, what does it matter?"

Bai Cang looked at the swaying bamboo forest in the distance, stepped into the rain, his long silver hair was lifted by the wind, drawing a cool arc in the dark sky: "Aying's feelings are the most important."

If the bamboo hut were built more exquisitely, adorned with some bone bells and wildflowers, she might be willing to stay a few more days. Teng gently stroked the bone knife at her waist with her fingertips, staring at Bai Cang. This vixen, she really does have a quick mind.

He turned to look at the swaying green bamboo, deciding to choose those without insects or cracks.

But what kind of structure should it be? What kind of bamboo house would Aying like?
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As Bai Cang and Ni left, the bamboo house suddenly fell silent.

Qinglan's knuckles turned pale from clenching her fists, her Adam's apple bobbed, and her cool, languid eyes reflected Fuying's back, flickering with a hint of unspeakable emotion.

After settling Tuanzi in, Fuying turned to look at him.

She walked slowly closer, her gaze falling on his soaked animal hide. His flaxen hair was still damp with water, leaving a dark water stain at his feet.

Fu Ying led him by the hand to the table. His long, slender joints were taut, and his palms were refreshingly cool.

She pressed him down into a chair, took out a towel, and reached out to wipe his wet, long hair.

When her slender fingertips touched the side of his neck, she suddenly paused, gently lifting a corner of his animal hide. Looking at the gruesome wound that had been washed white by the torrential rain, her narrow eyes blinked.

Although the wound was festering at the edges, it was still possible to tell that it was a fox lying down.

Qinglan's body suddenly froze, as if even her breath had stopped; she was stiff and motionless.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Ying gently traced the hideous fox-shaped wound with her fingertips. She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his numbingly painful wound, her charming voice soft and gentle.

Qinglan's body tensed up even more, but she did not dodge as she had in the past.

He looked up at her, his gray-brown pupils turning crimson, as if in pain, or something else entirely.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, the shadow cast by his brow bone concealing his turbulent emotions, his thin lips trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse and almost incoherent: "No, it doesn't hurt."

As he spoke, a drop of rain slid down his chin and landed on the back of Fuying's hand.

Fu Ying looked down at the water stains spreading on the back of her hand, a faint smile curving her lips.

She went around behind Qinglan, ran her fingertips through his flaxen hair, and gently combed it with a comb. Because he was starving and malnourished in the tribe, and because he had been traveling for days, his hair was dull and dry.

"Qinglan, I don't blame you."

"I know you like Jia, but you've already broken the bond, so why did you come here again?"

Fu Ying's voice was very soft; it wasn't a question, but rather a question.

"No..." Qinglan subconsciously began to explain, her clear and ethereal voice tinged with anxiety.

Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard Fuying say, "Don't move."

Fuying gathered a strand of Qinglan's hair with her fingertips, and with a slight turn of her wrist, took out a string of white jade hair ornaments.

The white jade was warm and smooth, and the hanging silk ribbons were adorned with jade beads. As she moved, the beads gently collided, producing a crisp, clear sound, like a mountain spring dripping down. It was clearly much better than bone ornaments.

"Gaga is just a member of the tribe, nothing more."

"I...I'm sorry, I only thought of them as my own people when I saved them, I didn't think of anything else."

"……sorry."

His brows were downcast as he muttered to himself.

He has never been one to talk much, but now, at this crucial moment, he could only manage to squeeze out a few difficult explanations after much back and forth.

Fuying threaded the hair ornament through his long hair, and the jade beads slid down, swaying gently behind his neck.

"I still like you the most like this..." Fu Ying flicked her fingertips, and the jade beads, following her movement, swayed in a delicate and clear melody in his ear, which was very pleasant to hear.

"When she tilts her head, the hair accessories jingle..."

Fu Ying's voice suddenly lowered, turning into a soft laugh: "It suits you very well."

Qinglan's ear tips turned blood red from her words, the color spreading all the way down to her neck.

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