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Chapter 33 Give Me a Hair
Fu Ying hesitated for a moment, then suddenly her expression changed slightly.

Tribal sisters?

How could she forget that, because females were so precious, after the Oasis tribe was destroyed, all the females were taken to the Cangshan tribe. Although they could not integrate into the Cangshan tribe and become its members, it was still normal for them to be imprisoned as breeding tools. This was the fate of most females after the war between tribes.

Why say the majority?

Because there were also a few females who would rather die than submit, such as the original owner's mother and the shaman of the oasis tribe.

The ultimate fate of these females was the extinction of the tribe.

Fu Ying calmed herself down and tried to recall the scene of burying the body in the oasis tribe. She tried her best to think of any familiar faces among those people, but after searching through her memory, she still couldn't find any clues.

However, she knew in her heart that few of the so-called girlfriends the original owner had befriended were good people.

After all, the original owner was a ruthless person who acted cruelly but still considered himself innocent and pure.

Birds of a feather flock together; what good people could possibly be mixed up with the original owner?

To put it bluntly, they're nothing more than a bunch of sycophantic, superficial besties who spend all their time fawning over and flattering the original owner, the leader's daughter.

Such people are the most adept at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and they were most likely brought to the Cangshan tribe.

"What, speechless now? You admit it now, that you promised to help Teng find Fuying, but it's all just talk. You can't do it at all!" Xingkong spat lightly, tilting his head slightly with a cold smile.

"I haven't even uttered a single word yet, and you're already so certain of your conclusion? Please, have some mercy, shut up and be quiet for a while. You're just spouting nonsense like beans from a bamboo tube, I can't even find a crack to say a word."

Fu Ying chuckled and retorted sarcastically.

This starry sky is so annoying, it's really nagging.

Xingkong's lips twitched violently. His face, which had been carefree and unrestrained, as if nothing in the world mattered to him, instantly showed an extremely ugly expression, as if someone had stepped on his tail and he was full of resentment.

Teng's dark green eyes were cold and unfocused as he asked in a harsh voice, "You have a way?"

Fuying's attitude towards Teng was completely different, much gentler.

With a smile in her eyes, she handed the golden-brown roasted herbivore to Teng, her voice soft and charming, with a hint of reassurance: "Eat first, don't worry, I can help you find the beast crystal right now."

Seeing her differential treatment, Xingkong felt very uncomfortable.

Teng stared at the herbivorous beast that exuded an enticing aroma before him, paused for a moment, and then reached out his hand.

A mischievous thought suddenly welled up in Fuying's heart, and his playful mood was aroused.

Just as Teng reached out to take the herbivorous beast, Fuying's fingers, like nimble little snakes, quietly, slowly, and with a hint of enticement, gently slid across Teng's palm.

Teng's hand unconsciously curled slightly, and in an instant, his eyes sharpened like unsheathed swords, a cold glint flashing in them.

However, unlike most people, he did not shy away from this sudden little gesture. Instead, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth and gave Fuying a meaningful yet ambiguous smile.

Caught off guard, Fu Ying met Teng's gaze, which seemed to hold endless meaning. Her eyelids twitched slightly, and a strange feeling welled up in her heart, as if she were being watched by a ferocious beast that had been lying in wait for a long time. Xing Kong, watching the two exchanging glances, frowned and said, "Do you have any way to find Fu Ying? She has a beast husband named Dan Yue, who is a merman. He can take her to hide in water."

Fu Ying shrugged: "I said I was looking for beast crystals, did I say I was looking for Fu Ying?"

"You!" Xingkong was even angrier, wishing he could rush up and shut the annoying little female's mouth.

Seeing the barely perceptible chill rising in Teng's eyes, Fu Ying coughed lightly.

"Teng's wish is to personally snap Fuying's neck. I want to ask, before his strength is restored, does he have the ability to do so? What if Fuying found a beastman with seven or eight star patterns as a backer while he was in hiding? Finding someone? Who knows, that person might be on their way back right now, waiting to take revenge on the Cangshan tribe."

Her words were eloquent, but they made Xingkong burst into laughter, her laughter full of sarcasm.

He glanced sideways at Fu Ying, a slightly mocking smile playing on his lips, and sneered, "What rare treasure do you take Fu Ying for? In the end, she's just an ordinary one-star patterned female. Do you think those seven-star or eight-star patterned beastman powerhouses would take a fancy to her for no reason?"

"The higher the star pattern level of the orc, the more difficult it is for them to reproduce."

“Beastmen at that level of strength are already quite talented. In order to continue their bloodline, they would have chosen a suitable partner and formed a bond long ago. How could Fuying possibly be a match for them?”

Fu Ying's expression was calm, his gaze sweeping across the starry sky like a gentle stream.

Then his gaze shifted slightly, settling steadily on Teng: "Teng is an orc about to step into the six-star mark, his strength is not weak, right? But he still stumbled. The orc continent is vast and boundless, and all sorts of strange things happen. So what makes you so certain that this is absolutely impossible?"

Starry Sky was so embarrassed by her sharp tongue that he couldn't say a word. He felt incredibly frustrated to be dealing with such a witty and sharp-tongued female.

After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words through his clenched teeth: "Fine, then tell me, what method do you have to find Teng's beast crystal?"

"Hmm... let me think..." Fu Ying's gaze lingered on Teng Xue's white hair for a moment.

Then, she gave a perfectly timed smile: "How about we do a divination?"

"Divination?? You can do divination?" Xingkong trembled, looking at Fuying in disbelief.

"I am a witch, what can't a witch do?" Fu Ying curled her lips and glanced at the astonished starry sky.

Divination and prediction of good or bad fortune are abilities that shamans are born with.

With a flick of her wrist, a tortoise shell appeared in her palm. However, the shell was still covered with Sichuan peppercorns and numbing peppercorns, faintly emitting a fragrance that didn't seem like something used for divination. Instead, it looked like something braised in a restaurant.

Facing the suspicious look in the starry sky, Fu Ying calmly brushed away the peppercorns and numbing spices on the shell, tapped it, listened to the crisp "bang bang" sound, and looked satisfied. She then stretched out her hand to Teng: "Give me a hair."

Teng's gaze was fixed on the pillar, and for a moment the surroundings seemed to fall into a deathly silence.

After a few seconds of silence between them, Teng raised her hand, her slender fingers running through her hair. Her movements were gentle yet solemn as she slowly pulled out a strand of hair and handed it to Fuying.

"Teng! Are you crazy? You actually believe her nonsense?!" Xingkong's eyes widened instantly, her face full of disbelief, her scream filled with intense dissatisfaction, as if Teng had done something absurd.

Teng stared intently at Fuying, his jawline taut, his dark green pupils churning with overwhelming emotions: "As long as we can find the beast crystal, what is there to doubt?"

(End of this chapter)