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Chapter 51 Your cub's beast husband is named Bai Cang
Feeling the alluring whispers around her ear, Feng Yin's heart suddenly trembled, and she felt completely filled.

He moved with lightning speed, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter a half-blown breath: "Okay."

The two finally arrived at the cave abandoned by the ape tribe on the evening of the second day.

Even setting aside apes and humans, the abandoned caves are scenic, surrounded by vibrant flowers, with scarlet roses in full bloom, their sweet fragrance lingering in the wind.

Inside the cave, a faint aroma of aged wine seeped out, mixed with a rare, fresh scent of herbs and plants.

"What kind of flower is this?" Feng Yin stood in the sea of ​​flowers, lowered her eyes and gently sniffed, a strange look on her face.

"The flowers, leaves and roots of the rose can all be used in medicine, but the scarlet rose is rare."

Fuying suddenly bent down, her fingers brushing across the flower bushes, and plucked a blooming rose. In an instant, she tucked it behind Fengyin's ear. The vibrant color, burning brightly amidst the flowing silver hair, was breathtaking.

Feng Yin frowned and raised her hand to take it off: "I'm not female!"

"The rose of Sharon is also known as the 'flower of the end'," Fu Ying said softly, reaching out to touch Feng Yin's smooth silver hair. In fact, this flower is very similar to him, both wearing the most gorgeous appearance, but their insides have long been hollowed out by insects.

"The flower of the end?" Feng Yin paused slightly, then plucked a rose from behind her ear.

He looked down, then suddenly reached out and crushed it. The scarlet juice stained his fingertips, flowing down his long, beautiful fingers and across his palm. He didn't continue the conversation, but instead asked abruptly, "Is this the flower?"

Fu Ying smiled and said, "That's probably it, the seeds of the rose of Sharon and wine."

As he spoke, Fu Ying took the lead and walked into the cave. As soon as he entered, the smell of alcohol became even stronger.

Soon, she saw a pool of murky, dark wine with several clumps of half-rotten fruit floating on the surface. It seemed that the high priest often added fruit to it to keep the wine pool from drying out.

"That medicine, is it made like this?" Feng Yin looked at the wine pool with disgust.

He was extremely clean, and the thought of the medicine he had once drunk looking like this made him feel utterly disgusted.

A sly smile flickered across Fu Ying's eyes as she gently traced her fingertips across Feng Yin's palm: "Don't be afraid, I'll brew you even better wine. Just bring back some seeds of the Tu Mi flower."

"Wine?" Feng Yin was slightly taken aback, and said with a strange expression, "Are you really a shaman? How can you know everything?"

“Is it strange?” Fu Ying blinked, walked deeper into the cave, and dug out a large number of beast crystals from a corner covering the mound of earth. These were all obtained by the high priest through deception and fraud over the years.

However, his talent was limited, and absorbing beast crystals was an extremely long process, which benefited her.

Feng Yin followed behind her and nodded: "It's strange, she doesn't seem like an ordinary female."

Fu Ying turned around and said with a light laugh, "Perhaps I was sent by the Beast God to save you."

Feng Yin's Adam's apple bobbed silently as his gaze fell on the heavy bag in Fu Ying's hands.

She waved the bag in front of him, the crystals clinking together with a crisp sound, making her eyes sparkle like stars. She smiled and said, "I'll keep these for you for now, I'll save them all for you!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and touched the repulsive black star pattern on his forehead, the faint scent of rose petals lingering in her hair brushing against his nose: "Tell me, are there any more star patterns on top of the nine-star pattern?"

"Only you would give me the beast crystal." Feng Yin looked at Fu Ying's smiling face and felt a tightness in his chest. How could there be such a person who would consider him wholeheartedly?

He was a fallen orc, destined to be rejected by the orc continent.

Once he left Thorn Cliff, he would have to part ways with her, and he couldn't let her become one of those attacked by the orcs.

Thinking this, Feng Yin raised her hand and gently stroked Fu Ying's lips, her narrow eyes fixed on her.

The next instant, his arms tightened abruptly, gripping her waist and pulling her into his embrace. He lowered his head and bit her soft lips, his kiss, filled with the fragrance of roses, as if trying to imprint everything into her very being. Fu Ying was naturally pleased with Feng Yin's initiative.

She responded to the rough and passionate kiss, and soon the temperature in the cave rose. The sweet, fishy smell mixed with the rising aroma of wine, turning the entire cave into a drunken, ambiguous atmosphere.

The silhouettes cast on the mountainside are constantly changing.

Sometimes it's the fluffy tail of a giant fox sweeping across the stone edge, sometimes it's the taut spine when it transforms into human form.

Beastly and human forms alternated uncontrollably in the heat of passion, their overlapping figures weaving a shattered net of light.

Five days later, when they left the ape cave, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

On the way back, Fuying continued to enjoy the treatment due to a female.

She lay lazily in the giant fox's fluffy fur, every hair of his wrapped in the lingering fragrance of rose petals.

This proud, fallen orc seemed like someone who would never be ridden in his entire life, but at this moment, because she was sitting on his back, he kept his steps very steady, as if afraid that the bumps would make her uncomfortable.

As the mountain wind rose, he even tilted his head slightly, using the tip of his ear to shield her from the turbulence. His careful manner made it seem as if the woman sitting on his back was not a acquaintance but the fragile moonlight.

Fu Ying looked down at Feng Yin, then suddenly leaned down and buried her face in his warm, white mane.

Having been on the Orcish Continent for so long, I finally understand the feeling of males cherishing and treasuring females.

*
After returning to the tribe, Fuying dried the rose petals and then scattered the seeds in the sandy soil near the tribe.

She personally led the ugly beastmen of the tribe to pick fruits, wash them, and ferment them. They all knew this was the process of "making divine medicine" and watched intently.

The area beneath the Thorn Cliff is mostly desert, with a dry climate and high temperatures, which allows for rapid fermentation.

A few days later, when the night breeze carried the aroma of the first jar of new wine, torches were lit throughout the entire tribe.

"Witch—Witch—"

The beastmen raised their voices, uttering intermittent chants, their rough hands clasped tightly together, as they danced a primitive and ancient dance around the pillars.

Feng Yin looked at Fu Ying, who was standing in the center of the crowd with a smile as bright as a flower, and the corners of her lips also curled up. With her there, it seemed that even the thorny cliff full of despair had been tinged with a bit of vibrant color.

*
That night, two figures silently swept past the sleeping tribe.

Standing at the foot of the thorny cliff, Feng Yin looked up, a hint of wariness on her face. Perhaps due to nervousness, the tip of her snow-white fox tail silently brushed against her wrist.

Fu Ying reached out and hugged his waist, her palm pressed against his taut spine.

She could feel the muscles beneath her palms trembling slightly, and whispered, "Feng Yin, don't be afraid."

With a flick of his palm, a golden scroll appeared in his hand.

A teleportation scroll can transport a person to any homeland they desire.

With a flick of his fingertips, Fu Ying tore the scroll apart, and in an instant, runes soared into the air, radiating golden light.

Just as the light was about to engulf them, Feng Yin suddenly tightened his arms around her, his thin lips almost touching her earlobe: "Little female..."

His deep, husky voice, tinged with tenderness and veiled with secrecy, said: "Remember this well, the beast father of your cub—" In the intense light bursting from the scroll, his silver hair danced wildly, his beautiful face showing reluctance: "His name is Bai Cang."

(End of this chapter)