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Chapter 46 ran away? What a pity.
Feng Yin snapped out of her reverie and said casually, "Yes, we've formed a bond. I almost forgot about it."

Fu Ying chuckled and whispered, "Your female... is dead?"

When a female dies, the male beastman will suffer the same backlash under the rules of the Beast God Contract. There are only two possible outcomes: either he will be critically injured or die, with the latter being more common.

The beastmen, except for Dan Yue, were all filled with intense hatred and murderous intent.

Haha, no wonder it started like a catastrophe.

"Hanged up?" Feng Yin didn't understand these strange words, but judging from Fu Ying's tone, it wasn't hard to guess.

He paused for a moment, then burst into joyful laughter, his laughter so loud it made his body tremble slightly. After a long while, he finally praised, "Hua Hua, I like that sentence."

Fu Ying twitched her lips, implying that the original owner was truly dead, but unfortunately, she had taken over.

After a moment, Feng Yin sat up slightly, her voice becoming more inquisitive: "Have you heard of the Oasis Tribe?"

After he finished speaking, he stared straight at Fuying, as if waiting for a crucial answer.

Fu Ying glanced at him, finally unable to hold back?
She pretended to be deep in thought, her brows furrowing slightly. After a moment, a perfectly timed expression of utter astonishment appeared on her face as she said, "The Oasis Tribe? You're not talking about the Oasis Tribe that was massacred and wiped out a while ago, are you? Surely everyone in the North Mountain area knows about that?"

Feng Yin froze, his body tensing abruptly: "What did you say? Slaughter? Annihilation?"

"Yes, it's all the oasis tribe chief's daughter's fault. She's the most wicked woman in the North Mountain!"

"You can't even imagine how vicious that woman was; she's truly one of a kind!"

"Her several beast husbands were all exceptionally talented and powerful, but she caused their star patterns to shatter, making it impossible for them to have offspring to continue their bloodline. Who could swallow such a humiliation?"

"So, the beastmen got together and, burning with rage, they joined forces and slaughtered the entire oasis tribe, leaving no one alive."

Fu Ying began telling a story with great detail and indignation, clearly harboring resentment towards the wicked woman. But then, realizing something was amiss, she added, "Well, it's not like they didn't leave any behind; one escaped."

Feng Yin stood there dumbfounded, seemingly never expecting such a huge change to occur in the Oasis Tribe.

"One got away?" Feng Yin seemed to be suddenly awakened from a long daze.

After a long silence, he finally spoke in a deep voice. His voice, which had been as tender and affectionate as a spring breeze, now sounded as if it had been soaked in the frost and snow of winter, exuding a chilling coldness: "The wicked woman you mentioned, is she... Fu Ying?"

When he spoke the word "Fuying," he emphasized it, his tone strangely enigmatic.

"You know Fuying?" Fuying blinked and asked curiously. Before Fengyin could speak, she said, "It's her! I never expected that someone so beautiful could have a heart more venomous than a scorpion beast!"

Feng Yin's voice was very soft, like a wisp of smoke: "They ran away? What a pity."

More venomous than the Scorpion Beast? Haha, that's quite a high compliment. How can a female who can cruelly persecute even her beast husband who grew up with her be as kind as the Scorpion Beast?

Fu Ying smiled awkwardly and asked again, "Did you and Fu Ying know each other before?"

Feng Yin leaned against the bone bed, her slender fingertips rhythmically tapping the bed, as if digesting the astonishing information she had just heard. After a moment, she uttered a few words without any emotion: "Don't know."

Fu Ying chuckled: "How do you know I'm talking about Fu Ying if you don't know her?"

"Fine, don't say anything then. I'm sleepy, make way for me." Fu Ying pushed Feng Yin aside, making room for herself, curled up on the bone bed and fell asleep. Her heart was depleted of blood, and drowsiness washed over her like a tide.

Feng Yin ignored her, and the house fell into a long silence.

*
Six more days passed quietly, and finally the agreed-upon last day arrived. During these days, Fuying and Fengyin "ate and lived together," and Fuying had become the de facto "female leader" in the eyes of the Fengyin tribe. Fuying did not deny these teasing remarks, and Fengyin did not explain them either.

At night, Fu Ying personally went hunting several "sharp-beaked beasts," which are pheasants.

The pheasant, about half a person's height, has iridescent feathers and flies like a phoenix, making one reluctant to kill it. But when one thinks of beggar's chicken, roast chicken, scallion oil chicken, or poached chicken, Fuying feels a sense of urgency to kill it.

Why catch chickens? Because foxes love to eat chickens!

She will soon obtain Teng's beast crystal and then leave Thorn Cliff. She just doesn't know if Feng Yin is willing to go with her.

The fallen orcs are pitiful, but if they all leave Thorncliff, it will cause panic among the orcs. She is not that saintly, but Wind Whisper is different. He is not only the mission target, but he was also persecuted and fell into depravity.

Fu Ying skillfully boils water, plucks feathers, and cooks. Under the fire is a beggar's chicken sculpted from mud after being marinated, and on top of the fire is a roasted chicken sizzling with oil. In the pot is a fragrant scallion oil chicken.

Feng Yin returned from outside, smelling the rich and overpowering fragrance, and asked, "What did you do?"

After spending a few days together, it wasn't all for naught. At least the yandere Fengyin's attitude towards her had improved. She was no longer wary and distant, and the two could sit together and chat. The distance between them had narrowed considerably.

"Roast... a beaked beast." Fu Ying looked up at him and asked, "What did you do today?"

Feng Yin chuckled softly, his laughter carrying a profound meaning. Immediately afterward, a handful of beast crystals were tossed onto the table.

Fu Ying glanced at it and calmly asked, "Is the High Priest about to arrive?"

Feng Yin shrugged, sitting crookedly on the bone bed, his voice indifferent: "Probably."

Fuying sat in front of the fire, her chin resting on her hand, the flickering flames illuminating her face.

Perfect timing! She also wanted to see what kind of medicine the high priest had, as it concerned the potential backlash from Feng Yin in the future, a matter that urgently needed to be addressed. After all, she was a conscientious worker.

At this moment, Feng Yin tilted her head slightly, exuding a lazy air: "Why did you do so much today?"

Fuying doesn't usually eat much; she's content with just herself and doesn't need to worry about the rest of the family. She rarely puts in this much effort.

She turned to look at Feng Yin, her charming voice like ripples spreading outwards, penetrating people's hearts: "Because this is the seventh day, Feng Yin, congratulations, you will be fully recovered soon."

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Feng Yin's movements suddenly froze.

He slowly raised his hand, his movements almost pious, and gently stroked his face, which was covered with gauze, with his slender fingers.

Every day, he could feel the pain on his face lessening. The gentle improvement quietly seeped into his daily life, and he almost forgot that it had been seven days.

Fuying smiled and said, "This is all to celebrate!"

Feng Yin straightened her back slightly and asked solemnly, "When will it be demolished?"

As he spoke, his breathing became rapid, demonstrating how much he valued and longed for this matter.

"immediately!"

(End of this chapter)