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Chapter 80 Bleeding

Although the snake-like beastmen naturally preferred damp environments, they all frowned as they looked at the torrential rain outside the cave, worried that the prey stored in the tribe would not be enough to safely get through the rainy season.

Mo Yan's scarlet snake body was coiled up, its scales gleaming with a cold luster.

He raised his head slightly, his forked tongue trembling as he looked towards the rain, trying to catch a whiff of the rain.

He looked at the torrential rain, but his thoughts were on Fuying.

She has been away from the Cangshan tribe for a long time. With the rainy season approaching, will she be able to return from the Shuangyuan tribe?

Through the rain, a young orc stumbled and ran towards them, battered by the downpour.

He reached the cave entrance, leaning against the stone wall, panting heavily. His voice was almost torn apart by the sound of the torrential rain: "Mo Yan, Xi Shan is about to give birth! The shaman said there's a problem and he needs you to come immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan's scales suddenly tensed, and his snake tail lashed out on the ground, splashing water everywhere.

His scarlet figure darted into the rain like an arrow. Xishan was likely carrying his cub. Even if he didn't like this female, as the father of the beast, he had to take responsibility.

Coincidentally, just halfway there, Mo Yan saw several figures emerging from the rain.

Teng led a white fox, with a female sitting on its back, and the three of them returned to the tribe together.

As Fuying leaned against the pillar, he suddenly saw a scarlet figure flash across the murky water.

With a slight raise of her eyebrows and a gentle tilt of the umbrella, her stunningly beautiful face emerged from beneath the edge of the umbrella.

Mo Yan's swaying figure suddenly froze. The snake's head tilted slightly, and when her ambiguous smile was reflected in its vertical pupils, the pupils shrank to a thin line. His heart pounded like a drum, and he was unable to move for a long time.

The female sitting on the white fox's back was a stranger, yet her expression held a certain familiarity.

Her porcelain-white skin gleamed coldly in the rain, her beauty flamboyant and aggressive.

Her exposed waistline undulated slightly, adding a touch of maternal glow. When her red lips curved into a half-smile, it seemed that she was the only one radiating color in the pouring rain.

With just one glance, Mo Yan recognized her.

Although I have never seen the fuying of the Oasis Tribe in person, its infamous reputation for both its beauty and its infamy is so widespread that it is hard not to know about it.

However, he used to ignore these rumors.

Until that day, news came from the Cangshan tribe: Fuying had personally dug out Teng's beast crystal.

This renowned female, whom he had never met, completely changed the landscape of the Cangshan tribe, allowing him to obtain the position of leader effortlessly.

Hua Hua has turned back into Fuying.

Mo Yan's gaze swept over the white fox and settled on Teng.

He slithered ahead, his black snake tail sweeping across the jagged rocks and tearing apart the withered trees.

He had clearly returned to the territory of the Cangshan tribe, yet he stubbornly continued to clear every inch of the road. Behind him, Fuying sat on the back of a white fox, her arms not even trembling.

Mo Yan's scarlet beast eyes blinked slowly, letting the sound of rain drown out the turmoil surging in his chest.

So, Teng forgave Fuying so easily?
The young orc following behind Mo Yan also saw Fu Ying. He froze, his breath seemingly caught in his throat, until the white fox's cold, beastly eyes swept over him. He shuddered as if falling into an ice cave, swallowing the almost suffocating astonishment.

He asked in a low voice, "Mo Yan, who are they?"

Mo Yan clearly wasn't in the mood to pay him any attention. With a flick of his snake tail, he hurriedly headed towards Xishan's cave.

Teng pretended not to see Mo Yan and led Bai Cang back to the cave, where water was already overflowing.

He shed his beast form, and water droplets dripped down his hair.

He frowned, stepped forward, picked up Fuying, gently placed her on the stone bed, and said to Bai Cang, "We're back late. Let's go and get some wood to block the way."

Teng's brows were lowered. In previous years, a waterproof stone wall should have been built outside the cave before the rainy season. This time, due to some unexpected events, he returned late and had to rush to finish the work in the rain. Bai Cang nodded slightly, glanced down at Fu Ying, and said in a tender voice, "Take a rest."

Fu Ying smiled and nodded: "Okay, you guys go ahead."

As Dai Teng and Bai Cang disappeared into the rain, Fu Ying looked around the cave and frowned.

She slightly raised her hand and gently waved it, and a strong wind blew the accumulated water out of the hole.

With a gentle touch of his fingertips, light shimmered, and the rock walls, driven by the spiritual power of the Fuying, writhed as if alive, instantly expanding the cave by more than half and even creating a separate shower room, since three people needed to live there.

Immediately afterwards, she set up a moisture barrier around the entire cave, moved out a large bed, spread out the soft bedding, and hung a string of warm-looking luminous pearls on the cave ceiling. Instantly, the cave was filled with a warm glow.

Fu Ying looked at the cave, her upturned fox eyes full of scrutiny.

She didn't want to live in a cave; she wanted to live in a house!

However, the task is still arduous and the road ahead is long; it's too early to talk about enjoying life.

Fuying moved a small stool and sat at the entrance of the cave, watching the torrential rain outside.

After returning to the Cangshan tribe, the torrential rain intensified.

The raindrops, no bigger than a thumb, pounded the sky and earth into a blurry gray-white, obscuring even the distant mountain ridges, as if the entire Cangshan tribe were submerged in a chaotic water prison.

The once noisy roars of beasts and chirps of birds have all been silenced, leaving only the roar of the rain.

Fuying suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She looked down and saw that the baby in her belly also seemed to dislike the damp environment and was protesting against the suffocating rainy season.

Fu Ying gently stroked it, her eyebrows curving into a smile. The little fox in her belly should be born in about ten days to two weeks. That's the good thing about the Beastman Continent; you don't need to carry a baby for ten months.

Just then, a scarlet figure flashed through the rain.

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow and casually looked at Mo Yan, who had suddenly transformed into human form.

The silvery rain flowed freely along his contours, gliding across his wicked face, down his Adam's apple, and into his taut chest, making his scarlet eyes appear somewhat eerie.

He said, "Fuying, please help me save someone."

"Save someone?" Fu Ying's red lips curled into a playful smile as she lightly tapped her swollen belly with her fingertip. "Chief Mo Yan certainly knows how to pick his timing... In my current state, who can I save for you?"

That's right, Teng had already told her on the way back that Mo Yan had become the leader of the Cangshan tribe.

Mo Yan's jawline was taut, his Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he squeezed out a hoarse breath through his teeth. He took a deep breath and said, "Xi Shan's cub can't be born. It's bleeding, and the blood has soaked through three layers of animal hide."

"There's no way around it; the cubs will suffocate soon."

At this point, Mo Yan lowered his head, his voice pleading, "I hope you can save her, save the cubs."

"Difficult birth?" Fu Ying was slightly surprised. She remembered Teng saying that snake cubs were quite easy to give birth to.

Mo Yan looked up at Fu Ying and said, "The baby in Xi Shan's belly is not a snake cub."

When Xishan bled and the cub couldn't be born, he realized that the baby in her womb wasn't a snake cub.

Their clan has always laid eggs, and the translucent white eggs, coated in mucus, slide out without any tearing of flesh. The bleeding of the sage is not a sight that should be seen when a snake cub is born.

She probably said the cubs were his only way to save her own life.

However, in any tribe, the offspring are the continuation of the tribe's lineage. Even though Xishan's child was not his offspring, as the leader of the Cangshan tribe, he still hoped that the child would be born safely.

Today at home

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