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Chapter 77 The vest fell off
Bai Cang's gaze was fixed on the familiar Frost Whip in Fu Ying's hand, his beastly pupils suddenly shrinking.

Amidst the billowing black mist, he had already transformed into human form.

His long, silvery-white hair, like moonlight, hadn't even had time to fall before his slender figure approached, the snow-white animal skin around his waist fluttering wildly, revealing his strong, lean waistline.

He reached out to grab the long whip from her hand!

In an instant, Teng also returned to human form. His pale face had extremely hard lines, deep-set eyes, and dark green pupils swept over Bai Cang. His brows and eyes were filled with gloom, and his body exuded a strong aura of killing intent.

He swiftly seized Bai Cang's wrist, his knuckles tightening fiercely, lightning crackling in his hand: "Looking for death?"

Bai Cang seemed oblivious to the pain, letting the lightning bursting from Teng's fingers scorch his flesh until it was black.

His five fingers gripped the long whip tightly like iron pincers, his eyes were sharp and chilling, and his almost beautiful face was filled with a sinister aura: "Why is Hua Hua's whip in your hands?"

As he spoke, an eerie red tinge appeared at the corners of his eyes, and the whip cracked under the weight of his palm.

Teng's gaze lingered between Fuying and Bai Cang for a moment, and his knuckles involuntarily tightened their grip.

Almost instantly he understood that the child in her womb was the fallen orc in front of him.

He took a deep breath, released his grip on Bai Cang, and his dark green eyes fell on Fu Ying. His voice was unreadable: "I also want to know, why is Hua Hua's whip in your hands, Fu Ying?"

As the last two words floated in the air, his gaze fell once more on the beast spirit flower blooming on her forehead.

If he hadn't been stationed at the foot of the snow-capped mountains of the Frost Plains tribe and witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that Fu Ying, who had fled and gone into hiding with Dan Yue, would actually fly down from the snow-covered mountain peak amidst the wind and snow.

He had only ever seen such a light and ethereal posture, so relaxed and free, in one person.

He was certain that Fuying was Huahua because she used a long whip in the oasis tribe.

Who else could it be but Hua Hua, whose familiar, cold glint could be drawn by the long whip?
If that's not enough to prove it, then what about the beast spirit flower blooming on her forehead?
A female from the Frost Plains tribe, a female wielding a long whip of frost, a female pregnant with cubs—these coincidences, when combined, further confirm a truth that is about to be revealed.

It also solidified into an answer that made his heart stop beating.

Huahua is fuying.

At this moment, he finally understood where Mo Yan's sometimes mocking, sometimes smug, provocative gaze came from.

Fate had played such a cruel trick on him.

The enemy he desperately wanted to destroy with all his hatred turned out to be the female who reached out a helping hand to him in the abyss of despair.

This absurd truth was like a poisoned bone knife, slowly ripping open his heart.

Teng's arms hung at his sides, his slender fingers clenched tightly, and his dark green eyes gradually turned scarlet.

He couldn't deny that when he learned that Hua Hua was Fu Ying, he felt pain, struggled, and even felt a surge of hatred that overwhelmed him again. But when he saw her in danger, he didn't hesitate to protect her behind him.

He needs an explanation.

Bai Cang tightened his grip on the long whip when he heard Teng's almost hoarse voice.

He's not stupid either.

Bai Cang's beautiful, bewitching fox eyes were fixed on the beast spirit flower blooming on her forehead. His gaze then moved down to her slightly heaving abdomen, and he felt a pain welling up from the bottom of his heart.

That pain was far worse than when his face was peeled off, he devoured the beast crystal, and fell to the bottom of the thorny cliff. It hurt so much that his fingertips trembled and he could hardly breathe.

Even without looking up, Fu Ying could clearly feel two burning gazes binding her like shackles. The atmosphere around her was oppressive, and her fingertips unconsciously curled up, the Frost Whip emitting a faint hum in her palm.

Now... it can't be hidden anymore.

The disguise has been revealed.

If she chooses to lose her memory now, can she get away with it?
"Well……"

Fu Ying suddenly groaned, her face turning deathly pale. Her thick, delicate eyelashes trembled violently, her brows furrowed, and pain was evident in her expression.

She suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, the crimson blood trickling down from the corner of her lips, a horrifying sight. Fuying seemed to be in great pain; her slender back bent over, and she collapsed weakly forward.

"Fuying—"

Teng's dark green pupils narrowed to slits, and with a startled cry, she pulled the person into her arms.

She was as light as a snowflake about to break, leaning against his chest. A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of her lips again. The warm blood, like flames, soaked through the animal skin clothing on his chest, burning him with pain.

He trembled all over, his knuckles gripping her shoulders tightly, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse and incoherent: "What's wrong? Fuying? Where does it hurt? What happened? What's going on?"

Fuying's tears streamed down her face as she looked at the two of them, then she suddenly smiled softly.

She was naturally alluring, with sharp features, but lying there on the verge of death, her face deathly pale, was heartbreaking.

"I'm sorry...it's my fault..."

She reached out and grasped Teng's fingers, looked up at Bai Cang, and cried out in anguish, like the broken cries of a young animal.

"All I want is to make it up to you..."

These few words seemed to have taken a great deal of effort.

Her breathing was very light, as if she would disappear at any moment.

"Fuying, how can I save you! How can I save you—" Teng's face was pale, his dark green eyes gradually turned red, and his arms holding Fuying stiffened.

My whole body was trembling with fear.

Bai Cang, standing to the side, slammed her knees heavily to the ground, her beautiful and vibrant eyes seeming to have lost their color.

He looked at her, unable to utter a single word.

Bai Cang's Adam's apple bobbed slowly, and hot tears rolled down his amber eyes, splashing onto her pale cheeks, indistinguishable as blood or tears: "It was me, it was me who hurt you...it was me..."

Memories surged, instantly pulling him back to the foot of the thorny cliff.

"—This feels like we're on our honeymoon."

"—Honeymoon..."

"—It is the male who, after forming a bond, carries the female on his back and traverses every inch of the orc continent."

"—Just like you are now."

"..."

Bai Cang's face was pale, and a suppressed sob escaped from his throat.

His long, silvery hair fell down, and bitterness spread through his heart: "Fuying, why do you always lie to me?"

Fu Ying's fingers gripped Bai Cang's clothes weakly, her eyes reddening, but her expression softened as she whispered, "Don't, don't cry, I'm fine, I'm just too tired..."

"Sorry……"

Fuying leaned against Teng's chest, her eyes dim, and she fainted.

She knows them too well.

Teng's obsessive ruthlessness and Bai Cang's playful violence are like poisoned thorns. Only blood can temporarily soften these sharp thorns so as not to hurt others or oneself.

After all, the matter here is very complicated and cannot be explained in just a few words.

In the last moment before his consciousness sank into darkness, Fu Ying thought vaguely.

Will her "bitter trick" work? When she wakes up, will Bai Cang and Teng feel sorry for her? Will they be able to make peace with her quietly and harmoniously?
I've seen all your comments. I was planning to add an extra chapter, but I had some things to take care of today, so I was delayed. I feel really bad about it. I'll get back to writing as soon as I get back! Love you all!

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