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Chapter 22 Flower Protector

Fuying pondered for a moment, then scooped up Teng and easily placed him into the bathtub.

The warm, medicinal liquid washed over Teng's body, and even in his unconscious state, his brows twitched.

Fu Ying set up a barrier outside the cave, fearing that the Cangshan tribe would come and cause trouble.

She rolled up her sleeves, had someone lie face down on the tub, took out tweezers, and began to carefully clean the wounds on Teng's body. The wriggling maggots floated on the surface of the water after being soaked in the medicinal solution, but the rotten flesh still needed to be cut off and the medicine applied.

After soaking in the medicinal solution, Fuying scrubbed Teng's dirty body clean.

She came with a mission after all, and while washing him, she even measured his size. As expected of the male lead, although he was skinny, his body was quite large, and he actually had two penises.

Fu Ying stared at it for a while, then stroked his chin. The Beastman Continent really was like a vacation.

After scrubbing Teng clean, Fuying took the person out, brought out her own bed, placed him on the soft mattress, and then began to apply anesthesia, cut away the rotten flesh, apply medicine, and bandage...

After going through all these procedures, it was already dawn.

Fu Ying yawned and glanced at Teng, who was wrapped up like a mummy. Even when he was asleep, Teng's brows were furrowed and his whole body was full of fierceness. However, his face was still that of an ultimate male god.

The skin of the Teng is very white, a bloodless white.

His facial features were sharply defined, like a sculpture. Perhaps because he was thin, his angular lines were extremely hard. His eyelashes were curled and upturned, his eye sockets were deep, and there was endless ferocity and coldness between his handsome eyebrows and eyes.

Fuying looked at it for a while, then looked away and fell asleep by the bedside.

Of course, he didn't forget to set up a protective barrier around himself. Teng is now a world-weary snake that hates the world and wants to drag everyone down with him. One should be wary when alone with him.

As for why he slept next to her, it was naturally for the sake of the strategy.

It's said that it's easy for a woman to win a man's heart. The first thing is to move him, lower his guard, and open his heart to her. When he's willing to accept her advances, success is not far away.

Thinking this, Fuying slowly closed her eyes, listened to the "drip drip drip" of water, and fell asleep.

When Teng regained consciousness, the familiar cave came into view, and her tense nerves relaxed a little.

But then, the feeling of ease that came through his body made him instantly feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and his whole body tensed up.

He sat up abruptly from the bed like a spring, only to realize with a start that he was no longer lying on the cold, hard stone bed, but instead on a strange bed of unknown material that was soft and fluffy to the touch. He was also covered with a blanket made of some kind of animal fur, which was soft to the touch and warm to the touch.

In an instant, Teng's face turned terribly gloomy.

Like a maddened beast, he leaped off the bed and hid in a corner.

He was wary, exuding an aura of defensiveness that kept everyone at arm's length. His dark green eyes swirled with murderous intent, as if he were about to devour someone and launch a fatal attack on everything around him at any moment.

The imagined danger did not materialize in a short while.

It's still the same cave, but it's different now; it's very clean.

Teng stared blankly, looking down at the gauze wrapped around his body. Although it restricted his movements, he could smell the medicine. It smelled wonderful, an indescribable scent that could prolong life.

Orcs have a strong ability to recover. He could feel that after one night, his originally fragile body had become strong, and his wounds, which had been so painful that they were numb, were starting to itch and begin to heal.

Was it the Beast Father? Or Mo Yan? Did they plead with the shaman to save him?

The thought flashed through his mind, but Teng frowned and silently rejected it. But besides them, who else would be willing to save him? Even at the cost of precious medicine?
Suddenly, fragmented memories flashed through Teng's mind.

At the totem ritual, on the altar, stood the female who had confronted the entire Cangshan tribe and even fought the shaman for his sake. She was ugly, but her eyes were bright, and she was a female who could control rain. Teng frowned, the images in his mind intertwined like a tangled mess, disturbing his peace of mind.

Just then, a faint "hmm" sound broke the silence and suddenly rang out in the cave.

The sound was like a sharp bolt of lightning, striking Teng instantly.

His face was suddenly covered with frost, extremely sinister!

Almost simultaneously, without hesitation, Teng swiftly reached into the crack of the stone bed and pulled out a gleaming bone knife, its blade flashing with a cold, eerie light in the dim light.

Before meeting Fu Ying, he could easily cope with any difficulties, dangers, or fierce enemies.

But now, the star pattern is shattered, and its former sharpness has long been worn away.

Right now, this bone knife, which he has been sharpening day and night, has become his only reliance in this cruel world, and also his last hope as he waits for the opportunity to take revenge.

Teng gripped the bone knife tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his dark green eyes filled with ferocity.

One day, he will use this bone knife to cut off Fuying's head with his own hands!

At this moment, Fuying nimbly peeked out from behind the bed, like a nimble little deer, and her eyes immediately caught Teng, who was tense all over and looked as if he were facing a great enemy.

A warm smile graced her face, her expression utterly natural, as if the tense atmosphere brought by Teng had nothing to do with her. She opened her mouth and said, "It's good that you're awake. You don't seem to have a fever anymore."

After saying that, Fu Ying rubbed her flat stomach and asked with a smile, "I'm hungry, are you hungry? I'll go hunting and roast some meat for you?"

As she finished speaking, she stood up, stretched her arms, and gently twisted her waist to loosen her muscles and bones, accompanied by a series of crisp "crunch" sounds, and sighed comfortably.

Fu Ying moved with ease and freedom, completely unaware of Teng's vigilance and precautions.

Teng looked at Fuying, thinking about the changes in herself throughout the night, and said, "It was you who saved me."

This is not a question, but a very cold statement.

“Last night I saw you left in a hurry and I was worried, so I came to check on you. I didn’t expect you to have a fever. When I was treating you… it was my fault, but if your wound isn’t treated soon, the consequences will be very serious.”

Fu Ying looked at Teng with pity, pretending to be someone she was meeting for the first time.

Teng stared intently at Fuying, not missing a single expression on her face.

After a long pause, his voice was hoarse: "You are a shaman, why do you care about me, an orc abandoned by the tribe?"

Fu Ying looked at Teng, whose face was deathly pale. His dark eyes were so deep that they had a dark green tinge, as if they were filled with the most intense darkness of the night. He was cold all over.

She curved her lips into a smile, her eyes sparkling like the warm spring sun illuminating a gloomy corner.

"First of all, I am just a wandering female who does not belong to any tribe."

"Secondly, the shaman is the messenger of the Beast God who travels across the Beastman continent to protect the Beastmen. No matter if you are abandoned or not, as long as you are a Beastman, I will not abandon you."

"Finally, my name is Huahua, the guardian sent by the Beast God to protect you."

"From now on, I'll protect you."

(End of this chapter)