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Chapter 66 The Villainess's First Heartbeat

Teng's expression suddenly turned sinister, his eyes becoming unreadable.

Mo Yan squinted at the two of them and said coldly, "Gui will not go to the tribe with you. Given your meager relationship with Teng, why should the Cangshan tribe get involved in this mess? That's a plague! It's a curse!"

He is now the nominal leader of the Cangshan tribe, so naturally he cannot let Gui follow him.

Qinglan's empty eyes were like the long, boundless night.

He didn't press the matter, nodded, and said in a clear, ethereal voice, "Okay."

After saying that, he turned and left, his voice coming from behind: "Teng, we've known each other for a while. Since we can't ask the shaman to preside over the ritual, then promise me, find Fuying and kill her."

Her long, light flaxen hair traced a cool arc in the air before fading into the distance.

Teng's hands clenched slightly, his knuckles turning white. Watching his departing figure, he knew in his heart that this was the last time he would see Qinglan.

Killing Fuying was once his wish, but now it is no longer.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at the little female beside him, only to see her still staring in the direction Qinglan had left, looking thoughtful. He couldn't help but frown: "Huahua?"

“Teng, I have to help him.” Fu Ying looked up at Teng, her expression serious.

Of all the beastmen, perhaps only Qinglan was the male the original owner truly loved.

Because she didn't take anything she wanted from Qinglan; the only thing she took was his eyes, and there were some reasons for that.

She had just gone through her memories and learned how Qinglan and the original owner of this body met.

It was a tribal trade fair, with animal hides, pottery, game, and saltstones piled up like mountains.

The original owner was indeed a wicked woman, but she was also the most beautiful woman in Beishan, and the daughter of the tribal chief. She was delicate and beautiful, and was born to stand in a position that everyone looked up to. With snow-white skin and red lips, her eyes were full of arrogance.

Qinglan entered her field of vision at that time.

The Oasis Tribe sells herbs because they have shamans who can cure diseases, while Qinglan's Frost Plains Tribe is located in the high-altitude snow-capped mountains, where herbs are scarce. He came here specifically to trade herbs.

Upon first meeting, "Fuying" was attracted to this male who exuded a cold aura and was as clean as frost and snow.

She wore a fiery red animal skin dress, as passionate as a flame.

"Little female, how many beast cores do you need?" His voice was ethereal, just as melodious and pleasant to the ear, like an ancient song that came from afar during a tribal ritual.

Fuying took it to heart and chatted warmly with Qinglan, but he remained indifferent throughout.

Qinglan has a pair of very clear and bright eyes, like glass immersed in ice and snow, but they cannot reflect anyone.

But the more this is the case, the more "Fuying" wants to obtain it.

A spoiled young female will always go to any lengths to get what she sets her sights on.

As Fuying was trying to get close to Qinglan, a cheerful female voice suddenly broke in: "Qinglan! Have you bought everything? I still want to look at the animal hides!"

Immediately afterwards, a female appeared beside Qinglan, an immature female snow leopard.

Qinglan chuckled lightly: "You're here already? Were you in such a hurry?"

Fuying then realized that he wasn't cold to everyone. His calm and clear eyes looked like melting snow when he looked at the female beside him!

The wicked woman's first crush ended in utter defeat.

However, at that time she still did not intend to harm Qinglan, but instead chose to "harm" his people.

Through the Beast Mother, rotten animal bones were buried in the stream where they drew water, causing a plague to spread. Taking advantage of their lack of herbs and the healing power of the Beast Mother witch, they proposed to form a pact with Qinglan.

For the sake of the tribe, Qinglan compromised.

That was the first time that "Fuying" had the idea of ​​treating her beast husband well after forming a bond.

Unfortunately, no matter how enthusiastic she was, Qinglan was always indifferent, as if she couldn't see how beautiful she was.

In order to control Qinglan, "Fuying" only provided the medicinal herbs and did not let the Beast Mother take action. However, the plague was regarded as a curse on the Beastman Continent, and the herbs could not alleviate the predicament. One by one, the tribesmen fell down.

Fuying's patience ended when an adult snow leopard female came to the tribe. Even after they had formed a bond, Qinglan's gaze still held a familiar light when she looked at another female.

Later, "Fuying" dug out Qinglan's eyes.

She thought to herself, how could eyes like those look at other females?

Fu Ying clicked his tongue lightly. Isn't this just a story of wanting something but not getting it, and then breaking down in defenses?

Upon hearing Fu Ying's words, Teng's body stiffened abruptly. His dark green eyes stared straight at Fu Ying, and after his Adam's apple bobbed several times, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "Why? It's a plague!"

Mo Yan frowned as well: "The plague is incurable! Those infected beastmen even have their bones rot away! You are pregnant with your cubs now, do you really not value your own life?"

Fu Ying spoke with righteous indignation, uttering words that were both childish and saintly: "Since I am the messenger of the Beast God, I cannot ignore it. Every life deserves my utmost effort."

Nonsense! If she didn't care about Qinglan and the Shuangyuan tribe, they would all burn themselves to death!
If Qinglan dies and the mission fails, what about all her previous achievements? Does that mean she was amazing?

Whether or not there's a strategy or not, we have to save Qinglan's life.

Teng's eyes suddenly darkened, a surge of suppressed anger and worry welling up within them.

After a long silence, he composed himself, looked at her, and said, "Alright, I'll go to the Frost Plains tribe with you. However, if we can't resolve the situation, we'll leave immediately!"

"No way!" Fu Ying frowned. "You're not a witch; getting infected with a plague is no joke."

"You stay in the tribe and wait for me. I'll come back as soon as I've resolved Qinglan's matter, okay?"

"Don't forget, I'm the kind of person who can come back from Thorn Cliff!"

"Besides, the rainy season is coming soon, so you should hunt more and store up food for when I get back."

As they were talking, Fu Ying suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Teng's tight lips: "Teng, I promise I'll come back safe and sound. I won't get hurt or catch any disease, okay?"

Teng clenched his fist, his fingertips curled up, his dark green eyes filled with savagery, and he remained silent for a long time.

Mo Yan watched as Fu Ying continued to tease Teng as if no one else was around, then suddenly sneered, "Sometimes I really want to crack open your head and see what's inside."

Fu Ying completely ignored him, as if she couldn't see him at all.

After a long while, all of Teng's emotions finally turned into a suppressed gasp.

He stared at Fuying, his voice hoarse: "Come back soon. If you don't come back before the rainy season, I'll go to the Frost Plains tribe to find you."

"Okay!" Fu Ying smiled brightly, her lips curving into a smile.

Mo Yan's expression was icy, but he suddenly noticed that Fu Ying was looking over.

He narrowed his eyes, but his scarlet pupils trembled slightly: "What, is there something else you want to tell me?"

Fu Ying nodded solemnly and said, "I have something private I'd like to discuss with you."

Teng frowned slightly, her long eyes curving upwards as she looked at Fuying, her aura slightly low.

Mo Yan's eyes flickered slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. He glanced at Fu Ying casually, then raised an eyebrow at Teng with a mocking look, and followed Fu Ying to the side with a defiant expression.

His lips moved slightly, but he hadn't yet uttered a word—

A streak of light pierced through the air, heading straight for his throat!
Mo Yan froze, and suddenly lost his voice.

His eyes were dark and icy, staring coldly at Fuying.

Fu Ying smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling with laughter, and turned to chase after Qing Lan in the direction she had gone.

She walked briskly, and after taking a few steps, she suddenly turned back to look at Teng. Seeing that he was like the "Waiting-for-Wife Stone," she raised her hand and made a heart shape with the tip of her hair.

"Teng! Be good and wait for me to come back—"

Before the last notes had faded, the person had already gone far away, and a sly smile seemed to linger in the wind.

(End of this chapter)