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Chapter 74 Males Aren't Safe Outside Either
Following the faint GPS location, Fuying searched along the way until he crossed five snow-capped mountains. It was already dark, but he still hadn't found Qinglan. Just when he was about to doubt the accuracy of the inscription, he arrived at a village.

Clusters of flickering campfires illuminated this nomadic tribe, which consisted of tents made of animal hides.

Fu Ying squinted. Judging from the tribal totem, this should be the Yak tribe.

So, Qinglan risked her life to come here to investigate?

But soon, Fu Ying realized she had misunderstood; Qing Lan wasn't that reckless, he had really been arrested.

Inside the animal skin tent.

Mido weighed the wooden stick in her hand, looked at Qinglan covered in blood, and laughed so hard she almost fell over: "Who would have thought that the high and mighty snow leopard Qinglan would have such a miserable day?"

Qinglan's eyes were empty, blood was spilling from her lips, and her expression remained cold.

"I asked you to form a bond with me back then, but you refused and chose a vicious female like Fuying instead!"

"Qinglan, you've fallen to this state; this is retribution!"

"You're really lucky to be alive; you even survived the snow dragon's flip."

Mido's gaze swept across Qinglan's face, then she ripped off the animal skin covering him, looked at the red fox markings on his neck, raised her hand and gently touched them, her face full of a sickly smile.

Qinglan finally frowned, her ethereal voice filled with disgust: "Don't touch me."

"No, I won't touch you?" Mido laughed even more gleefully.

"Once it's in my hands, what can't I do?" Mido chuckled, pinching Qinglan's chin.

“Although your current disheveled appearance is really an eyesore, and you can’t even maintain your beast form…” Mido said, then suddenly paused, grabbed Qinglan’s chin and forced him to look up, her eyes gleaming with greed: “But this face is still handsome, no wonder Fuying is so infatuated with you.”

At this moment, the animal skin tent was lifted, and a tall, strong male, whose human form was at least two and a half meters tall, walked in. His fierce face suddenly softened when he saw Mido.

Wild Yak handed over the roasted meat in his hand: "Duo'er, have something to eat?"

Mido frowned, slammed the roasted meat over her shoulder, and shouted sharply, "Get out!"

A hint of sadness flashed across the wild yak's eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

He half-squatted down, picked up the roasted meat from the ground, casually wiped the dust off the meat with his rough fingers, swallowed it whole, and then his gaze lingered on Qinglan's pale face for a moment.

"I'll keep watch outside." Wild Yak's voice was deep, yet it softened when he spoke to Mido: "Be careful, don't let him hurt you. Call me if anything happens!"

Having said that, he turned and left the animal-skin tent, standing guard outside like an iron tower.

The tent fell silent.

Mido smiled faintly, her fingertips hooking around her animal skin skirt. With a gentle tug, her wheat-colored skin was exposed to the air.

She took a step forward, her fingers already touching the animal hide at Qinglan's waist.

Qinglan's body, which was bound by vines, suddenly tensed up, and the bone ornaments at the ends of her hair made a piercing clanging sound.

"Don't touch me." His clear and melodious voice was full of irritability, with a hint of ferocity. The corners of his empty eyes were reddened with anger, making him look like a ferocious beast driven to the brink of despair.

Mido's fingertips hovered in mid-air as she admired his taut jawline with great interest.

"You have quite the fiery temper." Mido chuckled softly, her warm breath brushing against his wounds.

Suddenly, her face darkened, and she grabbed Qinglan's loose hair, forcing him to tilt his chin up: "You'd better be just as fierce later, or you'll spoil my fun."

Suddenly, the deep, rumbling sound of yaks came from outside the tent.

Mido subconsciously turned her head to look, and a gust of wind swept into the tent, stirring up a wave of snow.

"what--"

Mido was whipped and rolled away.

A strand of flaxen hair broke off along with the bone ornament, falling to the ground with a crackling sound.

Qinglan turned her head to the side, panting, and the red fox markings on her neck began to heat up.

A familiar, alluring voice rang out: "These days, even males need to protect themselves when they're out and about." Fu Ying stepped into the tent unhurriedly, glancing at the disheveled Qing Lan, a dangerous smile curving her red lips: "Look at this poor thing, if I had arrived a moment later… wouldn't you have…"

Qinglan's lips tightened into a pale straight line, and she suddenly felt the vines binding her limbs snapping inch by inch.

The next instant, a soft animal hide was draped over his head. The soft fur brushed against the still-bleeding whip marks on his body, causing him to shudder slightly. He clenched his teeth in pain.

Qinglan instinctively gripped the edge of the animal hide, her knuckles turning white as her fingers sank into the soft fur.

Fu Ying turned and walked towards Mi Duo, her steps slow and gentle, a faint smile on her face.

Mido covered the bleeding whip mark, staring at Fuying, her face turning deathly pale: "Fu... Fuying?"

Fu Ying tilted her head, her narrow fox eyes filled with coldness, and her charming voice, like a cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, trailed off as she said, "Didn't your father and mother teach you that you can't touch other people's things?"

"I..." Mido's lips trembled, and her body shook like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Fu Ying's fingertips traced the nape of Mido's neck as she whispered, "I warned you, why didn't you listen..."

"Click——"

With a very soft, crisp sound, Mido's head tilted strangely to the side.

Fu Ying slowly withdrew his hand, letting Mi Duo's body slump to the ground. Her limbs were still twitching, and her calves kicked the bone ornaments on the ground with another crisp collision.

Fu Ying stared at the bone ornament for a few moments, then turned to Qing Lan, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Let's go home."

The words "go home" echoed in his ears, making Qinglan's fingertips stiffen even more. Just as he was about to move, a pair of slender hands took the animal skin from his body and draped it over him with a less-than-gentle movement: "Alright!"

Upon exiting the animal-skin tent, Fuying saw the yak-tribe beastmen surrounding her.

At the entrance of the camp, the wild yak lay limply on the ground, its pupils dilated.

He formed a pact with Mido, but she died, and he couldn't withstand the backlash of the Beast God Pact either.

Of course, he's not entirely innocent either.

As soon as Qinglan stepped out of the tent, her waist was suddenly tightened.

Fuying's slender arms wrapped around him, pulling him into her embrace.

She carried a faint, cool fragrance, and her fingertips left a burning heat on his waist through the animal hide.

"Hold tight."

She whispered in his ear, her warm breath sending a slight shiver down his spine.

Before Qinglan could react, a feeling of weightlessness came over her.

Fuying embraced him and leaped up, the night wind whistling past their ears.

Qinglan subconsciously reached out, her knuckles brushing against her slightly protruding belly, and suddenly froze.

The roars of the yak-tribe beastmen came from below, while Fuying's charming laughter drifted in the whistling wind.

After an unknown amount of time, Qinglan finally stepped onto solid ground.

He staggered half a step, but the hand holding him still firmly gripped his waist, as if it had expected him to react this way. After all, he was a snow leopard and should not have had any experience of leaping from a great height.

"Alright, you're home now, I won't see you off."

"I'll come back once I find the eye. The Frost Plains tribe is free of disease, and the Yak tribe's beastmen are no match for your Snow Leopard beastmen. Don't worry too much."

After Fuying finished speaking, he stuffed a box into Qinglan's hand.

"A transaction is valid at all times."

"I am leaving."

(End of this chapter)