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Chapter 45 My older sister is also a vixen.

Feng Yin scoffed coldly and said in a deep voice, "Get out!"

"How rude." Fu Ying rolled her eyes and continued slurping her noodles. She finished the bowl of noodles quickly, turned around to clean up, and took out a brand new box of Jade Skin Firming Cream.

The needle pierced her heart, and a sharp pain shot through her, leaving her numb with agony, yet Fu Ying's expression remained unchanged.

The house was once again filled with a refreshing fragrance, and the wind paused for a moment.

"Benlang just said that it's almost time for the High Priest to bestow the medicine, and he asked me to give you some advice. Who is the High Priest? What kind of medicine is it? And what exactly does it mean to hand over a sufficient number of beast crystals?"

Fu Ying, pale-faced, approached Feng Yin with the ointment in hand, her mouth never stopping.

The area below Thorn Cliff is inhabited by fallen orcs, so collecting beast crystals won't be easy.

Feng Yin leaned lazily against the bone bed, listening to Fu Ying's question, and said in a low voice, "You're not a fallen beastman, why do you care about this?"

Fuying sat down on the edge of the bed and said casually, "I care about you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent, and the atmosphere became somewhat cold.

In the next instant, Feng Yin moved with lightning speed, accurately pinching Fu Ying's chin.

His long, slender, white fingertips gently caressed her skin, a chill seeping into her. Feng Yin leaned down slightly, his voice low and lingering: "Little female, don't try anything with me. Females are no different from wild beasts in my hands."

Fu Ying pried Feng Yin's hand away and asked curiously, "Why? Why do you hate females?"

The greatest progress you can make by getting close to someone is to understand them.

She did know about Feng Yin's past, but since he wouldn't tell her, she couldn't pretend to feel sorry for him, could she?
Feng Yin fell silent and remained silent.

Fu Ying felt a headache coming on; this kind of person with a saw-mouthed gourd swallowed everything.

"Never mind, I'll change your dressing anyway." She sighed and reached out to untie the gauze wrapped around his head. Because he had transformed into his beast form, the gauze had torn a bit and was hanging loosely.

Feng Yin did not stop her, but only stared at her coldly.

"It's a bit better today." Fu Ying checked it over and sighed inwardly, thinking that it was indeed an evil medicine that worked quickly.

Feng Yin's face was wrinkled, like the skin of parched earth. After a whole night of applying medicine, it showed signs of improvement. The shocking wrinkles were noticeably smoothed out and a luster appeared.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yin's body stiffened abruptly.

After a long while, he slowly raised his hand, his movements hesitant and somewhat daunting, and gently touched his face. In that brief moment, he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He seemed to disbelieve that his face had actually taken a turn for the better!
Fu Ying reapplied the medicine and bandaged Feng Yin's wound, placing her hand on the white gauze as she softly said, "The next day."

Before Feng Yin could reach out and pat her, Fu Ying had already withdrawn her hand and said, "Now that I'm useful, can you tell me about the High Priest and the medicine? We're in this together."

Feng Yin was puzzled: "Are we in the same boat? I'm the fox, and you're the grasshopper?"

When asked this question, Feng Yin's expression was somewhat strange: "It's true that female Zerg are ugly."

Fu Ying: "..."

She chuckled inwardly and silently replied: "Sorry, I'm a vixen too."

Feng Yin didn't take the matter to heart; on the contrary, she was in a good mood because her cheek had improved.

He leaned back, looking relaxed, just like a carefree young master, and said casually, "The fallen orcs under Thorn Cliff are not just imprisoned. Every month they suffer from the backlash of beast crystals, a backlash that can be fatal. The more beast crystals they devour, the stronger they become, and the more severe the backlash will be."

He spoke calmly and steadily, as if it were a trivial matter, unrelated to him. "Backlash??" Fu Ying frowned, looking at Feng Yin's brow.

She changed his dressing twice, but perhaps because of the disfigurement, the Fallen Star Mark between his eyebrows was no longer visible. However, given that he was able to become the leader of a tribe, it was clear that Feng Yin's strength was not lacking.

“Yes, backlash.” Feng Yin replied languidly.

"The High Priest has been entrenched at the foot of Thorn Cliff for many years, and no one knows his background. However, he possesses a magical herb that can suppress the terrifying backlash from devouring beast crystals. In order to survive, the fallen beastmen are eager to obtain this herb, which has led to the tradition of handing over beast crystals once a month."

"As for where the beast crystals came from..."

Feng Yin trailed off, then suddenly chuckled without warning. The laughter was strange and carried a hint of coldness as he said in a low voice, "Fallen orcs, don't they also have beast crystals inside their bodies?"

Fuying fell silent.

Let the fallen orcs kill each other?

She looked at Feng Yin and asked calmly, "Then what about you? Why aren't you collecting beast crystals?"

Feng Yin tilted her head back, stretching her long legs out casually: "I don't want to get my hands dirty with blood lately, it's too filthy."

Fu Ying pursed his lips slightly and stared at Feng Yin for a long time. His words were double-edged. He was not only saying that killing each other was too dirty, but also talking about himself. The purest white fox had become a degenerate beastman that everyone hated.

For Yu Fengyin, this was a nightmare that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Fu Ying knew perfectly well that this high priest was no kind-hearted person who could use the life-saving herbs of the fallen orcs for personal gain.

Thinking this, she stopped asking about the high priest and cleverly changed the subject: "You've formed a pact?"

Feng Yin's gloomy aura grew heavier. He moved slowly, raising his hand to touch his neck. There, a scar the size of a fist lay, with new and old wounds overlapping, indicating that he had been injured frequently.

Fu Ying's gaze followed Feng Yin's movements and fell on the hideous scar.

She had an indescribable sense of misery.

In the Orcish Continent, males and females form bonds, with the former clearly facing greater constraints.

Once the bond is formed, the female will have the unique bond markings of her beast husband appearing on her body. The markings are natural and carry the aura and mark of her other half.

Similarly, the male will also show the female animal-shaped markings, and because it is a polyandrous system, the markings on the male will be particularly conspicuous, indicating that the male has a bond.

Because of the "Disguise Pill," her markings were temporarily hidden, and they couldn't detect her presence. This is why neither Teng nor Fengyin ever suspected her.

Of course, there's a downside: she can no longer detect the "GPS" location.

Feng Yin's voice was cold as he murmured, "It seems like it's going to grow back..."

Looking at Feng Yin's sickly and delicate appearance, Fu Ying's lips twitched uncontrollably.

Isn't it a coincidence that Teng also had a scar the size of a fist on her neck? However, orcs often hunt and deal with danger, so injuries are common. She didn't connect the scar with the markings at the time.

Now, Fengyin's place is exactly the same, the same location, the same hideous scar.

She suddenly realized something. Good heavens, these two ruthless people actually managed to scrape off the contract mark that represented the binding. But because of the mandatory nature of the Beast God Contract, the contract mark would continue to grow, so they kept scraping it off!

How much determination and hatred must it have taken to make that?
Fuying felt a chill run down her spine.

(End of this chapter)