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Chapter 131 The Undeterred Painted Snipe Youth
When Fuying woke up, she smelled the thick, pungent smell of blood all around her.

She propped herself up and looked up to see a dark swarm of insects surging around her, completely surrounding her.

Fu Ying frowned and looked around; the Lord of Nevernight was nowhere to be seen.

As she awoke, the swarm of insects seemed to receive a signal, suddenly freezing and then receding like a tide, leaving behind a trail of sticky sap on the tree trunk.

She lowered her eyes and saw several grim animal skeletons lying under the tree, with traces of blood still clinging to them.

Fuying slowly rose to her feet, a wisp of red thread faintly visible at her fingertips.

She looked up into the depths of the rain, towards the direction of a dark abyss.

Although the Lord of Nevernight did not stay behind, his willingness to command the insect swarm to protect her was a sign that his guard had been lowered.

Although she had already set up protective barriers around herself, she didn't need his kindness at all.

Of course, it's a good thing that the strategy is progressing. Since he has a problem in his mind, let's give him time to think it through.

Fuying pulled her soaked clothes together, intending to leave and return to the Black Crocodile Swamp. Two days had passed, and if she didn't go back home soon, her family would start making a fuss again.

Suddenly, a high-pitched cry rang out from mid-air.

Fuying squinted, gazing at the horizon with great interest.

The male Painted Sandpiper was still circling in the rain, its long tail feathers drawing a stubborn arc. She raised an eyebrow. This man was indeed stubborn. Was he going to betray his tribe and be with her?
Fu Ying seemed to be deep in thought, and suddenly remembered the night he came to find the Lord of Nightless City.

If she wasn't mistaken, that should be Sang Jie, right?

The giant lizard tribe was wiped out, and Sang Jie disappeared without a trace. I never expected her to be hiding here.

In the heat of passion, she was consumed by desire and didn't have time to deal with this escapee. When the giant lizard tribe attacked, they almost killed Bai Cang, and it seems that Sang Jie was involved in that.

Fuying smiled broadly, then leaped into the rolling morning mist.

She stretched her limbs, the heat in her body had long since subsided, and even her thoughts had become clear. She now had time to go and catch up with her "old acquaintance," Sang Jie.

The wings of the Painted Snipe Orc swept over the treetops and gently landed behind her.

Fuying didn't turn around, but she heard the sound of footsteps wading through the puddles behind her.

The painted snipe beastman had caught up to his side, and having shed his beast form, he was actually a handsome beastman.

His young face flushed red, his brows furrowed with shyness, yet he stubbornly stared into her eyes, his voice trembling as he asked, "Can...can I be your male?"

His voice trembled at the end, as if he had used up all the courage he had in his life.

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow slightly, the red thread swirling around her fingertips. She curled her lips and shook her head, saying, "No."

The Painted Snipe Orc's pupils constricted sharply, and he said urgently, "Why? I... I'm willing to do anything for you. I can, I can be stronger than that insectoid orc. I can help you get through your mating season!"

As he spoke, colorful feathers appeared on the side of his neck.

Fu Ying looked at his dull eyes and brows, and chuckled softly, "No."

After a direct refusal, she parted her red lips slightly and casually added, "My family members are much more interesting than you."

His voice was broken, and even the feathers seemed to droop listlessly: "At least, give me a chance..."

Fu Ying glanced at him and said quietly, "Sang Jie, when did you come to your tribe?"

The young man, utterly dejected, followed Fuying step by step, head bowed and drooping. He stammered, "Sangjie is a shaman who recently arrived in our tribe. She's become mates with Liu, and we..."

The words stopped abruptly here.

The young man with the painted snipe suddenly looked up at Fuying, a hint of hesitation in his eyes: "Do you know Sangjie?" Fuying's eyes flickered: "We used to be from the same tribe."

The young man with the painted snipe's pupils trembled slightly: "But Sangjie said... everyone in her tribe is dead..."

"Really? Did she say how her tribesmen died?" Fu Ying casually flicked her fingers, her tone light and casual as if she were chatting.

It is unknown whether Sang Jie's "tribe" refers to the people of the Banshan Tribe, the Cangshan Tribe, or the Giant Lizard Tribe.

In that sense, Sang Jie is truly remarkable, managing to escape the rise and fall of three tribes.

Now, she has joined the Painted Snipe tribe and become a shaman; she is indeed a remarkable person.

The young man with the painted snipe paused, looked around warily, lowered his voice to a whisper, and leaned closer to Fuying: "Aren't you one of her people? You don't know?"

"What do you know?" Fu Ying's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint sweet fragrance lingered around her.

The aura made the young man with the painted snipe's spine tighten, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his voice trembled as he said, "It's a fallen orc. Sang Jie said that a fallen orc ran out from under the Thorn Cliff."

Fu Ying gave a low, mocking laugh: "So it seems that the tribe she truly loves is the Giant Lizard Tribe."

She didn't see Sang Jie in person because she was giving birth to Tuanzi in the Cangshan tribe that day. She only heard about it from Mo Yan afterward. It is said that Sang Jie was already pregnant with a baby at that time.

"A giant lizard tribe? She didn't mention that." The young man with the painted snipe shook his head.

He looked at Fuying, then suddenly thought of something, leaned forward slightly, and asked with undisguised anticipation, "Would you like to come and participate in this year's tribal trade fair?"

Fu Ying lifted her eyelids slightly, a nonchalant smile playing on her red lips: "Not interested."

The light in the young man's eyes dimmed suddenly, but he was still unwilling to give up. In order to keep Fuying, he added, "After the rainy season, all the tribes gather, which is an annual tradition, but this year..."

The young man with the painted snipe lowered his voice, his excitement barely concealed: "But this year it's not just about exchanging supplies!"

"Oh?" Fu Ying turned to look at him, her narrow eyes gleaming with a captivating light.

As if bewitched, the young man with the painted snipe hurriedly said, "The most important thing about this year's tribal trade fair is actually the crucial operation in which several major tribes unite to jointly annihilate the fallen orcs!"

Fu Ying narrowed her eyes, her fingertips lightly tracing the corner of her lips: "Are the fallen orcs idiots?"

In her opinion, Bai Cang was no fool. On the contrary, if we were to talk about the smartest among the beastmen, it would be this fox. With a flick of her amber eyes, she was already scheming in every way.

His identity is sensitive, so he wouldn't just offer himself up for danger for no reason.

The young man with the painted snipe shook his head: "Of course not, but Sang Jie has already thought of a good way to ensure that the fallen orc will obediently come to our door, and may even be too afraid to fight back!"

Fuying paused in his steps and suddenly turned around.

A faint smile played on her stunningly beautiful face, yet her features were sharp and piercing: "Oh? Tell me about it?"

The young man with the painted snipe had no intention of hiding anything from her. He coughed lightly and said, "That fallen beastman has already formed a contract, and his female is quite famous in the North Mountain!"

"According to Sang Jie, she has been searching for her lost male recently, and coincidentally, we found one of them! It won't be difficult to lure him out by following the clues at the tribal trade fair."

Fu Ying's eyes flickered, revealing just the right amount of surprise: "You found one? Who is it?"

The young man with the painted snipe shrugged, his tone tinged with disgust: "A golden eagle beastman, I think his name is Wu. Unfortunately, his wings are broken, so he can't hunt alone and can only be a wandering beastman."

“Wu…” Fuying’s heartstrings twitched, and she couldn’t help but move her slender fingers.

She suddenly smiled and asked, "So how do you plan to lure out the real person?"

The young man with the painted snipe was so captivated by the smile on her face that he blurted out without thinking, "At the tribal trade fair, we will sell that golden eagle beastman in public! From now on, he will become the lowest of the lowly wandering slaves, being sold from tribe to tribe."

(End of this chapter)