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Chapter 79 I think I saw you crying.

Outside the cave, torrential rain poured down, and lightning flashed, illuminating the dark, swirling clouds between Teng's brows.

Fu Ying curled up in the quilt, blinked innocently, ignored Teng's sarcasm, and exaggeratedly covered her mouth, saying rather affectedly, "I think I saw you crying yesterday."

You've got a temper today, but who was it yesterday who held her, covered in blood, and screamed like a madman?
Teng's fingertips suddenly stopped, his knuckles taut and white.

He clenched his teeth, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and the taste of rust spread through his teeth.

In the instant she was on the verge of death, vomiting blood and fainting, his mind went blank. At that moment, he completely forgot about the Beast God Contract and the Contract Patterns.

He remembered how he trembled as he picked up her body, which was as light as a piece of paper. The smell of blood filled his nostrils. At that moment, he felt excruciating pain all over his body, far more painful than when the beast crystal was dug out!
He suddenly realized that the hatred that gnawed at his heart day and night, the blood debt he vowed to avenge, were utterly laughable and insignificant in the face of her bloodstained lips and faint breaths.

Teng's face was terribly gloomy, and his eyes were filled with a turbulent mix of emotions.

Bai Cang, who was standing to the side, had already turned and left the cave when Teng broke down emotionally.

Both he and Teng are male Fuying, so at times like these, they should be given some time alone.

He believed that even though he had once been filled with hatred, now he felt the same way as her and wanted her to live well, not to hurt her.

Fu Ying called out softly, "Teng? Okay, I won't say anything more..."

The next moment, Teng suddenly grabbed her chin, his pale fingertips roughly grinding across her swollen lips, but when he touched the warmth between her lips, he suddenly loosened his grip.

“Fuying…” His voice was broken, trembling so much it was almost incoherent, and a dark tide of pain surged in his dark green eyes: “I don’t care about the past, I won’t ask about it anymore, but you can’t abandon me again!”

"If you dare to do it again... I'll devour you, so we can die together!"

Teng pressed her down on the bed, his sharp fangs grazing her slightly throbbing neck, the sinister tone gradually fading into their intertwined breaths.

Outside the cave, a torrential downpour drowned out the suppressed sobs in his throat.

"Don't abandon me again..."

Fu Ying met his stubborn yet vulnerable gaze, her long eyelashes brushing against his eyes, her voice as soft as a sigh: "So you forgive me?"

Before she could finish speaking, she was swallowed up by his lingering kiss.

Fuying responded to Teng's kiss, which was passionate and intense, but where he couldn't see, her beautiful eyes held a clear and calm indifference to the situation.

The two males who hated her to the core, and were the most untamed beasts, finally became docile.

After a while, Bai Cang returned, his voice slightly languid and weary: "The rain has stopped."

Teng turned to look at him, her gaze lingering on the fallen star mark on his forehead. Her long eyebrows furrowed. "The rainy season is coming soon. I must take her back to the Cangshan tribe, but your star mark..."

His voice trailed off at the end.

Fallen orcs represent filth on the orc continent. If Bai Cang were to go to the Cangshan tribe, it would surely cause a huge uproar. Perhaps they would be expelled before the rainy season even arrives.

Bai Cang's expression was icy, and a fierce glint appeared on his lips: "I will protect her and watch my cub be born. Anyone who dares to offend me will be killed."

Having lived under the thorny cliff for so long, he naturally didn't have much kindness in him.

Teng frowned even more as he listened to this "terrorist"-like statement.

If a fallen orc with an eight-star mark were to really attack the Cangshan tribe, no one could stop him.

Between their words, Fu Ying gently hooked her fingertip, a shimmering light appearing at the corner of her eye: "Bai Cang—" she sang, her voice lingering with an alluring charm: "Come here."

Bai Cang paused, walked to the bedside, and before he could speak, he saw Fu Ying pat the edge of the bed. As soon as he sat down, Fu Ying turned his wrist, and a dark gold embroidered headband appeared on his fingertips.

Her slender hand ran through his silver hair and fastened the headband.

Fu Ying knelt on the bed, tilted her head to look at Bai Cang, and praised him: "Very handsome." His features were already gorgeous and lush, his silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the dark gold headband covering his forehead concealed the star pattern, adding a touch of aloofness, nobility and elegance, making people dare not easily profane him.

Bai Cang gently touched his forehead, looking at the undisguised joy in Fu Ying's eyes. His lips curled up slightly, his eyebrows relaxed, and a lazy chuckle emanated from his chest.

In that instant, their eyes met, as if they were exchanging a riddle, their gazes both beautiful and tender, filling the surrounding air with a lingering ambiguity.

Teng leaned against the stone wall, his knuckles unconsciously rubbing the sharp bone knife at his waist.

His dark green eyes reflected this scene, and a pang of sadness welled up in his heart.

He frowned slightly and said calmly, "You'd better restrain your fallen orcish temper. We'll talk about everything after the rainy season has passed."

Bai Cang glanced at him, then turned and transformed into a three-meter-tall white fox.

He bent down and exposed his softest spot to the pillar.

Fu Ying climbed out of bed and skillfully climbed onto Bai Cang's back. As if falling into a cloud, she rolled over comfortably. When she looked up at Teng, whose eyes were dark and unclear, she paused slightly.

She raised an eyebrow and gave Teng a sly smile. She held Bai Cang's fluffy, snow-white tail in her arms, and spoke to Teng in a very gentle voice: "Teng, let's go home quickly."

A cold snort escaped from Teng's nostrils, his dark green eyes filled with displeasure.

However, as it turned around, the black python had already swum into the forest, the grass and leaves bending low wherever it passed.

"hiss--

The Tengmang raises its head high, scouting ahead, its tail tip always snapping off the old, overgrown vines with just the right amount of force, clearing the way for those behind it.

Bai Cang's back was as steady as a mountain, and he would adjust his pace from time to time to make her more comfortable leaning against him.

Fu Ying suddenly felt that the rules of the Beastman Continent were quite humane.

The female has one wife and multiple husbands, and is only responsible for reproduction. The males love each other, each with their own role, and provide various services to the female alone, even sacrificing their lives. What's the difference between this and becoming the ancestor?
There are only two males. If there were seven of them, how much fun would it be?

Fuying's eyes were half-closed, and his fingertips were casually twirling the white downy hair.

She's just thinking about it; she's not really the type to rely on a man to get by.

Once the mission is over, she will find a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains, plant flowers in spring, listen to cicadas on summer nights, pick fruit in autumn, and gather around the fireplace in winter, living the life she has always dreamed of.

As for men, she's heard that looking at abs can prolong life, so she plans to find a few more fresh ones.

As the morning light filtered through the gaps in the trees, Fuying silently curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

She's already starting to look forward to it.

In just a few days, Teng and Bai Cang took meticulous care of Fu Ying.

Just then, the rainy season arrived, and the drizzling rain would come unexpectedly. Before they could walk more than a few steps, a downpour would pour down from the sky. The continuous rain slowed their pace back to the Cangshan tribe considerably.

Along the way, Fuying didn't see many wild animals.

As we approached the Cangshan tribe, a torrential downpour began, and the muddy water on the ground quickly rose, submerging a half-meter-deep depression in the blink of an eye.

Teng turned to look at Bai Cang, his scarlet tongue trembling rapidly in the rain. He said in a deep voice, "Speed ​​up, the mountain road will soon be washed away by the flood."

As soon as he finished speaking, the floodwater washed away the soil from the mountains and rolled down, with pebbles and vegetation crashing down at his feet.

Fu Ying was slightly surprised. Under the protection of Bai Cang's tail, she hadn't gotten much rained on. However, the rainy season on the Beastman Continent seemed to be more complicated than she had imagined...

(End of this chapter)