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Chapter 47 Such a good thing?!
After the roast chicken was cooked and the fire was turned off, Fuying washed the oil off her hands and walked towards Fengyin.

She keenly noticed the sudden tension in Feng Yin's back, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips. She gently placed her fingertips on his shoulder and said softly, "Don't be nervous, just sit down, I'll take it off for you."

Feng Yin's Adam's apple bobbed noticeably, and his jawline tightened: "Why would I be nervous?"

That's what she said, but her voice was a little hoarse than usual.

Fu Ying didn't expose him, but gently removed the gauze from his face, layer by layer.

A moment later, the blood-stained gauze floated gently to the ground.

Fuying's fingertips hovered in mid-air as she gazed at the face suddenly exposed to the light before her, slightly taken aback.

This is an almost decadent face, exquisitely beautiful to the extreme. The narrow fox eyes are beautiful and bewitching, with the corners of the eyes curving out in a captivating arc. However, the amber color of the eyes, reflecting the waist-length silver hair, makes it seem exceptionally aloof and languid. The nose is high and straight, and even the lips are perfectly shaped like diamonds. It is so beautiful that one dares not defile it.

She suddenly understood why the original owner of this body had gone mad and wanted to peel off people's faces—such a face could indeed inspire people to have the evil thought of wanting to keep it forever.

Fu Ying withdrew her hand, clicked her tongue lightly, and met Feng Yin's wary eyes: "Alright."

Feng Yin's eyes flickered slightly. Hesitantly, he got up and walked towards his "old friend." The water rippled gently, reflecting a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The ghostly face that used to terrify him in his midnight dreams was gone.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his knuckles, pressed against the edge of the wooden basin, turned slightly white.

Over the years, he had almost forgotten what he originally looked like.

Fu Ying waited for a long time, knowing that this matter deeply affected Feng Yin, but she was also anxious. She coughed lightly and said, "Why don't you give me the beast crystal first, and then we can continue to scan?"

Hearing this, Feng Yin finally came to her senses.

He turned to look at Fuying. After regaining her beauty, she was truly flawless from head to toe, so much so that one dared not look directly at her, for fear of being bewitched.

Feng Yin curled her lips into a smile: "Thanks. You know where the beast crystal is. Take it."

Fuying nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he retrieved the lightning-shimmering beast crystal. Only after putting it away did the anxiety in his chest finally subside. This was truly a breakthrough achieved only after overcoming countless difficulties.

She let out a long sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed.

Turning my head, I was met with Feng Yin's figure, arms crossed, leaning against the wall.

Once his facial features became clear, his expression was finally discernible. Fu Ying then noticed that he liked to tilt his head slightly when looking at people, and that there was a tiny cinnabar mole hidden under the corner of his right eye.

Fuying turned her head away: "When will the High Priest arrive?"

Feng Yin chuckled softly, a hint of peculiarity in his voice: "You've got the beast crystals, aren't you planning to leave?"

Fu Ying chuckled: "I'm your friend now, aren't I? It's really impolite to kick someone out."

Feng Yin casually shrugged, a faint smile playing on her lips: "You've misunderstood."

He tapped his arm lightly with his fingertips and said slowly, "I'm just curious... how are you going to get out of here?"

As he spoke, the beauty mark at the corner of his eye flashed alluringly. He leaned closer, his voice filled with a familiar, tender affection: "After all... every fallen beast banished here wants to tear open the exit."

When he said the last sentence, Feng Yin's voice was slightly lower.

Immediately afterward, he stepped closer, his well-defined fingers weaving through the gaps between Fuying's fingers, their ten fingers interlocking. Strands of black light wrapped around their tightly clasped hands, like a chain, binding them firmly together.

Feng Yin lowered her eyes to look at their tightly clasped hands, her Adam's apple bobbing as she chuckled, "Now, you'll have to take me with you." Fu Ying felt the warmth of her palm, then looked up at the breathtakingly beautiful face before her, blinking in disbelief. Wait, is this for real?

She was just wondering how to tell Feng Yin when he himself delivered himself to her door!
Moreover, she likes this ambiguous approach!

Fu Ying remained silent for a long time, her breathing almost inaudible, simply staring at him.

The smile on Feng Yin's lips gradually froze, and his narrow, fox-like eyes narrowed dangerously: "Scared out of your wits?"

Fu Ying stared intently at him, asking curiously, "You really believe I have a way to leave Thorn Cliff?"

"I didn't believe it at first, but now I have no choice but to believe it." Feng Yin's voice was gentle as she smiled at Fu Ying, her eyes cold and piercing, and her sharp white teeth were faintly visible when she curled her lips.

Fu Ying suddenly chuckled softly, a cryptic smile playing at the corners of her eyes.

Her gaze slowly moved upwards, landing on Feng Yin's forehead, where eight star patterns intertwined and gleamed with an eerie dark light. These were the materialized marks of the fallen orc's power, and proof of being cursed by the Beast God.

Feng Yin's gaze darkened, and just as she was about to reprimand him, she heard Fu Ying ask, "Feng Yin, do you want to have a child?"

Her main duty is to leave offspring for the male protagonist who has no heir. Feng Yin's situation is different from the others. He has become a fallen beastman, but he can still switch between human and beast forms and can have children.

"Have a baby?" Feng Yin paused, looked Fu Ying up and down, and sneered, "With you?"

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow and retorted sarcastically, "What, I'm a witch! Having a child with me is the one who benefits. Maybe the child won't be a fallen beastman because it has the blood of my Beast God's messenger."

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her hand and gently traced the hideous scar on Feng Yin's neck with her fingertips.

Under his suddenly sinister gaze, he slowly pressed the scar with his fingertips, feeling the throbbing veins, and said softly, "You scraped off the mark because you hate your females, don't you?"

Feng Yin's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his amber eyes turned bloodshot, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

At that moment, Fu Ying leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his skin, seductively saying, "You know what? The best way to get revenge on a female who betrayed you is—"

Her fingertips slid down the scar to his heart, and amidst his rapid heartbeat, she whispered:

"Let her see that you already have another female, and even your own cubs. When she discovers that you'd rather cut off your bond and be with someone else than even look at her, wouldn't that be quite a sight?"

The wind whispered, its gaze filled with crimson, and its pupils held a deep, sinister glint.

Fu Ying smiled and asked, "So? How about having a baby with me?"

Feng Yin's Adam's apple bobbed violently, aching and burning. Although he knew deep down that it was shameful for a male to betray a female, he was still tempted by her seductive words whispered in his ear.

He will definitely kill Fuying. At that time, death and injury are inevitable, but he must leave some bloodline.

As Hua Hua said, she is a witch, so perhaps the offspring she gave birth to are not fallen beastmen?

Thinking this, Feng Yin suddenly chuckled softly, all the surging emotions in his eyes vanished, turning into an unfathomable darkness.

His long, slender fingers pinched Fuying's chin with just the right amount of pressure. He leaned closer, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling and hot. His eyes were dark: "You... can take care of my cub?"

This question, though asked lightly, carries immense weight—it is both a test and the final line of defense.

Fu Ying looked directly into his eyes and said calmly, "Isn't this my cub?"

(End of this chapter)