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Chapter 135 Hatching Takes a Long Time
Bai Cang's expression was gentle, and he was about to step forward when he suddenly stopped.

He stared intently at the beast spirit flower blooming on Fuying's forehead, a hint of surprise flashing in his amber eyes, shimmering in the morning light: "Aying, you..."

His tender voice now carried a barely perceptible tremor.

Fuying raised an eyebrow, her smile as gentle as a spring breeze: "Yes, our family is about to welcome another little beast."

Upon hearing the words "little beast," he froze in his tracks.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze slowly tracing the floral mark on Fuying's forehead. In his eerie purple eyes, a chilling darkness and deathly stillness surged. After a moment, he turned and left the bamboo house.

Only a faint fragrance lingered in the room.

Bai Cang paused, his gaze meeting Qinglan's in mid-air, both eyes filled with an obscure and unfathomable undercurrent.

Because they all knew that the child in Aying's womb could be any one of theirs, but it could never be the other way around.

Perhaps due to the constraints of having two souls in one body, Ni has never even had a mating season.

He was like a lonely soul drifting apart from the others, gloomy and lifeless. Afterwards, everyone had their own bloodline to continue, but he was the only one isolated from this bond, all alone. Wasn't that a kind of torment?
“Aying, you…” Bai Cang frowned and turned to look at Fuying.

Fu Ying withdrew her gaze: "It's alright, let him have some peace and quiet for a while, I'll go find him later."

The predicament of adversity ultimately lies with the falling of the rhizome.

During the later part of the rainy season, although Ni was not troubled by her estrus cycle, she always treated everyone fairly and never showed favoritism. She still treated each person for one day, and during this period, she never encountered Luo Heng.

Fu Ying looked up at Bai Cang: "Have you found out the news?"

After the rainy season ended, she specially sent Bai Cang and Ni to inquire about the tribal trade fair, not wanting to miss the chance to save Wu, this rigid and stubborn orc. If he were really sold into slavery, he probably wouldn't survive.

The supreme ruler of the skies, though high above, is also fierce at heart.

Bai Cang paused briefly, then looked up and exchanged a glance with Fu Ying: "I've found out that the entire Beishan tribe has gathered to participate in this tribal trade fair, and even the sea beastmen will be there."

"Sea creatures?" Fu Ying's eyes flickered slightly.

She had never forgotten the first beastman she met when she arrived on the beastman continent, Dan Yue.

Bai Cang nodded, his eyelashes casting a shadow as he lowered his gaze. When he looked up again, a cold smile flashed in his amber eyes: "Yes, this tribal trade fair is very lively."

He paused, then continued, "They might even sell some wandering orcs."

Qinglan, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, her brows furrowed: "Selling wandering beastmen?"

His brow furrowed, casting a shadow over his usually clear and bright face. Orcs are free; how can they be sold and traded like commodities?
Fu Ying gazed at Qing Lan's tense profile, her fingertips gently touching his clenched hand.

He was always upright and virtuous, so he naturally couldn't stand such things, and at this moment he even showed a rare hint of anger.

Bai Cang's Adam's apple bobbed, and after a moment of silence, he looked up at Fu Ying, his amber eyes flashing with an unfathomable light: "Yes, one of them is... Wu."

Qinglan's body jolted, and she abruptly looked up at Fuying. Her usually cold eyes trembled violently, and her ethereal voice became hoarse: "Wu?! How is this possible?"

Although Bai Cang had never met Wu, he had pieced together the story of this golden eagle beastman from Teng's account.

A once-powerful mutated raptor, now with broken wings, has fallen to the bottom of the valley, becoming a despised wandering orc who survives on the charity of the tribe. It is extremely difficult for him to have managed to hold on until now.

Fuying lowered her long eyelashes and gently asked, "When does the tribal trade fair begin?"

"Three days later."

*
"Ni?" Fu Ying pushed open the door and entered the bamboo house, where he saw Ni standing alone by the window. His pale knuckles were gripping the mottled window frame, his purple eyes were lowered, and his gaze was silently fixed on the moonflowers outside the window with their drooping buds. The rainy season had ended, and the sunlight was just beginning to show, with the petals covered with fine lines.

I don't know how long I've been watching the reverse.

Upon hearing Fu Ying's voice, his gaze paused slightly, and his body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Suddenly, a pair of soft, fair arms wrapped around his slender waist, and a cheek pressed against his taut back.

The light and shadow in the inverted purple pupils froze slightly, yet remained as silent as a deep pool.

Fu Ying's breath was warm, her voice soft and alluring, and she whispered, "Ni, will you come with me to the tribal trade fair this time? Okay?"

He raised his hand and placed it on her arm, his well-defined knuckles slowly closing.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a low, hoarse sound from his chest: "...Okay."

Fuying buried her face in his back, gently nuzzling him, her voice sweet and soft: "I will find a way, we will have our own cubs, and you will definitely be the best father."

His deep purple pupils trembled slightly, flashing a ray of light, yet it was like the misty fog in the twilight.

*
"Aying! I'm back!"

As evening fell, Teng finally returned, dragging a string of blood-stained, writhing prey in his hand. When he ran back excitedly, his chest was still heaving violently, and dark scales were faintly visible on the side of his neck.

He tossed the prey to Bai Cang and then took out many fresh fruits from his storage bag.

Teng carefully handed the wild fruit to Qinglan, afraid that the blood on her hands would stain the fruit: "Go, wash it clean and give it to Aying, she will definitely like it."

Fuying stepped forward, gently wiping the bloodstains between Teng's fingers with a handkerchief. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her voice carried a hint of gentle reproach: "Why are you back so late?"

Teng's lips curled up, his sharply defined face beaming with a smile.

His dark green eyes gazed at Fuying, and he said softly, "I climbed over three mountains today and picked some of the fruits I came across. Try them and see which ones you like. I'll go pick more tomorrow!"

Bai Cang slowly snapped the beast's neck, lifted his eyelids to glance at the enthusiastic Teng, and said with a half-smile, "So eager? The cub in A Ying's belly may not necessarily be yours."

Teng squinted, his dark green pupils narrowing to slits: "The cub in Aying's womb must be mine!"

"None of you are as naturally adept at entanglement and serving females as we snake-kin beastmen are!" The scarlet snake tongue unconsciously protruded from between its teeth: "Besides, even if we're talking about who came first, it should be my snake-kin cub!"

Qinglan looked up at Teng, who was making a solemn vow, and the jade ornament in her hair shimmered with tiny spots of light in the twilight.

His voice was clear and melodious, like snow melting in a mountain stream: "Snake eggs are easy to lay, but it takes a long time for them to hatch. Aying will have a very tough time. On the other hand, snow leopard cubs... can walk on snow and chase the wind in just one month."

Fuying was slightly surprised and turned to look at Qinglan, who had suddenly joined the "battle".

His handsome face remained calm, showing no difference. She never expected that such a cold and aloof person would argue with someone, which made him seem more down-to-earth.

Teng's pupils contracted, his dark green eyes coldly locking onto Qinglan, his knuckles making a cracking sound.

He still doesn't like him, yet he dares to provoke him.

Bai Cang leaned lazily against the bedside, his slender fingers idly stroking Tuanzi's silver hair.

He lazily raised his eyes, his gaze shifting between the two of them, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and then he chuckled softly: "Our little dumpling... was pestering me yesterday, saying she wanted a younger brother or sister."

As he finished speaking, he drew out his words meaningfully, each one hitting the nerves of the group precisely: "If it were a red fox cub like Aying, that would be even better. Tuanzi probably wouldn't even want to sleep."

(End of this chapter)