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Chapter 50 is like a honeymoon.

In the end, the so-called high priest couldn't escape.

It wasn't that Fuying wanted to kill him, but the tribe's beastmen attacked him en masse, preventing him from escaping.

Wind Whisper Tribe, houses.

Fuying sat at the stone table eating scallion oil chicken, which was freshly made.

Her gaze fell on Feng Yin, who was eating slowly. The morning light shone through the gaps in the tent, scattering like stars on his silvery eyelashes. Seeing his face every morning made her feel a hundred times better.

She suddenly thought of something and blinked: "Interested in making a trip?"

Fearing Feng Yin would refuse, he added, "I want to see what kind of flower it is. Perhaps if I teach these fallen beastmen how to brew wine, and then supplement it with the flower seed, they can become self-sufficient?"

Feng Yin raised her eyes to look at Fu Ying, a faint smile curving her crimson lips, her voice nonchalant: "Just a fallen one abandoned by the Beast God, why are you so concerned?"

"I don't care about them, I care about you."

"They all want to leave Thorn Cliff, are you just going to abandon the Wind Whisper Tribe?"

"The swindler is gone, but the orcs have lost something to suppress the backlash, making their future even more difficult."

"Besides, aren't you interested in those hidden beast crystals?"

Fu Ying's argument is reasonable and well-founded.

Feng Yin paused, lifted his eyelids slightly, and his amber eyes shone with a light. His voice had a lazy quality, and he drew out the last syllable: "Since you've begged me so much, then go ahead."

Fu Ying's lips twitched as she listened to these arrogant words.

She's really good at pretending. Even the tips of her hair are radiating joy, yet she insists on putting on this condescending act.

That same day, Fuying and Fengyin left the tribe.

According to the high priest, all his belongings were hidden in an abandoned cave of the ape clan. He was very careful and did not let anyone follow him, for fear that his methods of earning beast crystals would be stolen.

The ape cave and the Wind Whisper tribe are quite far apart, requiring two days to travel between them.

As night fell, a raging sandstorm slowed their progress.

Fuying shielded his eyes and said, "Let's find a place to rest and wait for the sandstorm to stop before we leave."

"Okay." Feng Yin turned to look at her, hesitated for a moment, and then pulled her towards a cave.

After the fire was lit, Feng Yin said, "I'm going hunting, I'll be right back."

Fu Ying nodded: "Go ahead."

After he finished speaking, Feng Yin did not move. Fu Ying turned to look at him, but was stunned when she caught his gaze.

That gaze was the unique wariness and concern a male shows when he goes out hunting and faces a female who needs protection.

Thinking this, Fu Ying couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed that Feng Yin had already begun to regard her as his female in his heart.

"I'm fine, you can go." Fu Ying smiled charmingly at him.

She wasn't some ordinary female who needed protection.

Feng Yin paused, her silver hair flowing like clouds across the cave, her slender figure instantly swallowed by the sandstorm.

As the wind subsided, the wind whistled back, bringing only a herbivorous beast with it.

Fu Ying was slightly taken aback and looked at Feng Yin: "You've already eaten?"

Feng Yin didn't answer. A cold light flashed from her fingertips, and her sharp claws precisely ripped open the beast's belly. The shed fur was so intact it could be used as a blanket, and the fresh red meat, still steaming, was handed to her.

Fu Ying blinked, took the cleaned herbivore, and roasted it over the fire.

The seasonings were evenly spread, and soon a rich aroma filled the air.

Fu Ying casually tore off a piece of roasted, golden-brown animal leg, took a few bites, and handed over the rest of the roasted meat.

Feng Yin's brows furrowed suddenly, her narrow eyes flashing with a dangerous glint in the firelight, her voice full of displeasure: "This amount isn't even enough to feed the cubs." Fu Ying slowly looked at the beast's legs and said sarcastically, "Your cubs won't go hungry, will you?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yin's ear tips instantly turned blood red, and even the beast pattern on her forehead faintly glowed.

He abruptly turned his face away, his silver hair swaying violently over his shoulders with the movement. His Adam's apple bobbed, and finally, he could only manage a cold, annoyed snort: "Just these next few days..."

At this point, Feng Yin paused: "Do you think the cubs of high-level beastmen are like roadside weeds? The higher the star pattern, the harder it is to conceive offspring. Hasn't the high and mighty shaman learned this common sense?"

Upon hearing this, Fuying paused slightly and looked at Fengyin, whose beautiful face showed a hint of sadness.

Fu Ying's eyes sparkled, and she smiled, taking the beast leg and sitting down next to Feng Yin, snuggling close to him. Her alluring voice sent shivers down one's spine: "It's alright, let's do it a few more times."

Feng Yin's breath hitched as the temperature beside her suddenly assaulted her senses.

He turned his head to look, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his eyes churning with a dark undercurrent, as if in pain and burning.

The sharp claws quietly receded, but the slender knuckles tightened and curled uncontrollably, with veins snaking across the back of the hand, as if trying to choke off some out-of-control emotion.

He suddenly spoke, his tender voice deep and hoarse, like the rubbing of sand: "I can never form a contract with you in this lifetime, and I might even die from the backlash of the Beast God Contract."

Fu Ying pursed her lips slightly, her fingertips covering the back of his hand.

She took Feng Yin's hand and pressed it against her cheek, her voice as soft as newly melted snow: "I'm here. Even the Beast God would have to get past me first. Besides, with cubs already born, are you really going to let me raise them all by myself?"

Hearing her words, Feng Yin felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Why didn't he meet Hua Hua in the first place?
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The night was cool and still, and the wind swept fine sand across the cave.

Feng Yin lowered her eyes and looked at Fu Ying's slender figure leaning against the corner of the wall, a ripple appearing in her eyes.

As the silver light swirled, he transformed into a giant snow-white fox, enveloping her in his fur. His fluffy tail gently draped over her body, shielding her from the wind and sand. The night wind howled, yet it could no longer disturb her in the slightest.

Wind Whisper rested its head on its front paws, its amber eyes half-closed and half-open.

Her body heat emanated through her fur, making even the eternal night-like curse of Thorn Cliff seem to fade.

As dawn broke, Fuying was awakened by the heat.

She looked at the white downy fur around her, blinked, and felt as if she were in a snowfield.

When he turned his head, he met Feng Yin's amber-colored beast eyes. Seeing that she was awake, he slowly retracted his tail, stood up, and shook off his frosty fur.

"Hold on tight." A tender, lingering voice brushed past her ear.

The snow-white, fluffy tail irresistibly wrapped around Fuying's waist, pulling her onto her back. The tip of the tail slowly slid away along her waistline, as slowly as some kind of ambiguous measurement.

The next instant, the white fox leaped out of the cave like an arrow.

The distant sand dunes were edged with gold in the morning light, a breathtaking sight.

Fuying was completely enveloped in Fengyin's fluffy back fur, her fingertips gently twirling his downy hair.

She suddenly laughed: "This is like us on our honeymoon."

After forming a bond, male orcs in their beast form are only allowed to be ridden by their partners. This unwritten rule is an exception for Fengyin.

Feng Yin ran very fast, and upon hearing Fu Ying's words, the tips of her ears twitched slightly: "What is a honeymoon?"

Fu Ying curved her lips into a smile, her voice as sweet as honey, gently brushing against his eardrums with the breeze.

“Honeymoon…” She leaned down deliberately, her lips almost touching his perked-up ear: “It’s when the male, after forming a bond, carries the female on his back and traverses every inch of the orc continent.”

As she finished speaking, she drew out the last syllable: "Just like you are now."

Feng Yin's ear twitched suddenly, and her steps faltered slightly.

Feeling his back suddenly stiffen, Fuying smiled and said, "You carry me during the day, and at night, I'll soothe you, okay?"

(End of this chapter)