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Chapter 63 Teng, hug me.
Two prehistoric giant pythons were locked in combat, and the females of the Cangshan tribe quickly surrounded them.

"Brother Mo Yan! Brother Teng! Stop fighting!" Mo Mu rushed over, her eyes red, looking at the incomparably brave black python with some shock, recognizing his identity at a glance.

The female leader, Lan, followed closely behind, her face turning deathly pale as she looked at the broken and peeling scales on the crimson python's body.

Beneath each fallen scale on Mo Yan's body, thick beads of blood seeped out, shimmering with lightning in the sunlight.

Clearly, even though Mo Yan was also a six-star patterned mutated beast crystal, it was still no match for the wandering lightning.

Teng's lightning-type talent naturally counters beasts. Every time an electric arc explodes, it chars and curls Mo Yan's hard snake scales, and the air is filled with the stench of burning flesh.

He was no match for Teng.

The serpentine body of the Teng snake tightened around the scarlet python like an iron chain, and the friction of its scales produced a piercing metallic sound.

He suddenly raised his head, his scarlet tongue piercing the stagnant air.

His dark green vertical pupils swept over the female orcs who were gradually approaching, a cold warning flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly exerted his strength, and his thick snake tail lashed out at Mo Yan with the force of thunder, sending the crimson python flying several meters. Only after confirming that the latter had no power to resist did he slowly retreat to Fu Ying's side.

Teng's black serpentine body coiled into a defensive posture, its dark green beast eyes scanning every restless figure around it like sharp blades, protecting Fuying completely.

Fu Ying reached out and touched the exquisitely textured snake scales, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

“Sister Hua Hua…Brother Teng…” Mo Mu murmured, somewhat incredulous.

Fu Ying didn't explain, only saying, "We've already found out the antidote for the viper's saliva, and Mo Yan will recover soon, so you don't need to worry too much." She then looked at Teng: "Shall we go back?"

Teng's thick body sank down, and he lowered his huge triangular head to the ground, gesturing for Fuying to sit on him.

Fu Ying straddled Teng's serpentine body. He was burly and his legs dangled in the air, not touching the ground at all. The cold, hard scales were quite uncomfortable, but the novelty made up for it.

Fuying could clearly feel the taut scales beneath her slowly relaxing. Teng was obviously trying to adjust her position to make her more comfortable, but unfortunately, she was not born to be a beast suitable for riding.

This is also an important factor in why snake-beastmen are not favored by females in the Orc Continent.

Compared to cold-blooded orcs, furry creatures are obviously more popular.

The serpent stopped halfway through its journey, raising its head high to look at Fuying. Its tongue flickered in and out, finally lingering around her animal skin skirt. Its dark green vertical pupils suddenly narrowed to slits: "Bleeding?"

His voice was filled with suppressed rage, as if he were about to devour the person who injured her alive at any moment.

However, when Fuying got off him and Teng transformed into human form, he saw that the inside of her thighs was bleeding from being rubbed raw by his hard scales.

Teng knelt between her legs, his dark green pupils suddenly contracting, and his Adam's apple bobbing a few times.

He stared at the wound for a long time, then suddenly lowered his head. Nobuko carefully licked the wounds, every inch with utmost gentleness, even her breathing was very soft, as if afraid of hurting her in the slightest.

"Does it hurt?" He looked up at Fuying, his eyes reddening, his handsome but pale face full of regret.

Looking at it this way, it doesn't look like a large snake, but rather like a large dog that has done something wrong.

Fu Ying looked down at Teng, who was kneeling in front of her, and gently stroked the corners of his slightly reddened eyes with her fingertips.

The tamed beast sheathed its fangs and even its breathing became cautious, revealing a touch of piety that softened one's heart.

Fu Ying reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, draped her blood-stained leg over his waist, and whispered in his ear, "It hurts so much..."

A warm breath brushed against his ear, like a feather brushing against him: "Teng, hug me, okay?" Fu Ying's voice carried a hint of coquetry, making Teng stiffen. He instinctively supported her knees with his arms, pulling her steadily into his embrace. He looked down at her smiling eyes and nodded: "Okay."

Teng carried Fuying back to the cave, gently placed her on the stone bed, and then bent down to look at the wound on her leg.

Fu Ying looked at Teng's trembling fingertips and gently stroked them in his palm to comfort him: "It's okay, I was just kidding, it's just a minor injury, it doesn't hurt."

She glanced at the clear water in the bathtub, then turned back to examine Teng's pale face closely.

Her gaze slid from his slightly damp forehead to his taut jawline, then she suddenly reached out and pinched his chin, her thumb rubbing against his cool lips with a hint of eroticism: "Are you all better? Is there anything that still hurts?"

Teng's body suddenly tensed, and a tremor appeared in his dark green eyes, revealing a turbulent undercurrent.

The next moment, he leaned forward, his cold lips brushing against her fingertips, then gently flicked his tongue, leaving a warm, wet trail on her fingertip, his handsome eyes full of seduction.

When he looked up, the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and an eerie blush rose on his pale face. Even his voice was husky with a seductive quality: "It hurts, Hua Hua, can you take a look at me?"

As he spoke, he took her hand in his long, slender, fair hand and guided it to his heart.

Fu Ying's lips twitched slightly. This... is it really Teng?
A murky mist rose in Teng's dark green vertical pupils, his Adam's apple bobbed, his pale skin flushed, and fine scales even began to appear on his waist and abdomen. His red lips parted slightly, and he softly called out to her, "Hua Hua..."

The snake-beastman's advances were both direct and pitiful.

Fuying's fingers were guided by him, gently tracing his lean waist and abdomen, outlining his taut lines.

Teng rested his forehead on her shoulder, his voice hoarse and trembling, like a plea, or perhaps a cautious probe: "Huahua...can I?"

Despite being an extremely aggressive snake, it trembled with restraint even when touched.

Fuying pressed her red lips to his face and whispered, "What do you think?"

The beast crystal returned to her heart, the medicine restored her body, and she finally saw Teng in his high spirits.

Its serpentine body was powerful and strong, capable of crushing rocks, and filled with a chilling, wild tension.

When he is in human form, his body is slender, with thin and sharp muscle lines that flow smoothly, and every inch contains power that is ready to be unleashed.

However, the white at the ends of his hair did not return after the beast crystal returned.

The temperature inside the cave gradually rose.

Teng restrained the wildness surging in her blood, mindful that Fuying was pregnant with her cubs.

He deliberately maintained his human form, his long fingers stroking her waist and abdomen with extremely light pressure, only occasionally escaping from his throat with a low gasp that revealed a hint of the hoarseness unique to snakes.

However, when Fuying's fingers traced the markings on his neck, Teng suddenly jerked away as if struck by lightning.

His pupils narrowed into two dangerous slits, his pale knuckles gripped the inscription tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged, as if he wanted to gouge out this shameful mark with his bare hands.

A half-squeak escaped his throat, only to be crushed between his teeth.

He suppressed his discomfort, got up from the stone bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Hua Hua, are you hungry? I'm going hunting. The rainy season is coming soon, and we need to store up a lot of food to get through it safely."

"I'll be back soon." With that, Teng left the cave.

Fu Ying frowned. The people were all put back together, but there was still mental pressure.

(End of this chapter)