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Chapter 81 It's really not your cub.
Fu Ying looked at Mo Yan, whose usual sharp and sinister expression had softened considerably.

For a female who deceived him, to bow down and beg her is really unlike Mo Yan.

Fu Ying's eyes shimmered with a light as he stood up and picked up the oil-paper umbrella at the entrance of the cave: "Alright, let's go take a look."

She, Teng, and Bai Cang still needed to use the territory of the Cangshan tribe, and she was also pregnant. Seeing that Xishan was having a difficult childbirth, she had the ability to save the cub's life, so she couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, his tense brows and eyes relaxing considerably.

Fu Ying glanced down at the murky puddles, her brows furrowing slightly, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes.

Seeing this, Mo Yan reached out his hand to her and whispered, "I'll carry you across."

She glanced at him, her expression indifferent, and shook her head: "No need, let's go."

Having said that, she walked straight into the murky water, which had already reached her calves and was icy cold. As she walked, she splashed up tiny droplets of water that soaked through her animal skin skirt.

Mo Yan stiffened, a hint of gloom flashing in his scarlet eyes. He didn't say anything more and led the way.

Fu Ying followed Mo Yan with uneven steps, and soon they arrived at the cave where Xi Shan lived.

Before even getting close, Fuying could smell the strong stench of blood emanating from inside.

She frowned slightly and couldn't help but raise her hand to cover the tip of her nose.

Gui stood at the entrance of the cave, frowning, his face full of heaviness.

After the hunting season, the rainy season arrived. Xishan was the first female in the tribe to give birth, but this unexpected incident occurred, which is definitely not a good omen.

Mo Yan strode forward, wiped the rain from his face, and asked, "Gui! How is it?"

Gui shook his head, about to speak, when he suddenly saw Fu Ying following behind Mo Yan. When his gaze fell on her face, he was stunned. He hadn't gone to wipe out the Oasis tribe back then, so he didn't know Fu Ying.

Fu Ying folded up her oil-paper umbrella and glanced at Gui: "The witch's memory isn't very good."

That alluring voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, sounded somewhat familiar.

Gui's pupils contracted, and he pointed at Fuying, trembling as he said, "You, you're Huahua?!"

His voice was full of shock; he truly never expected that someone could change their appearance!

This Hua Hua has all sorts of tricks up her sleeve. She's not like an ordinary witch. If he didn't know it was impossible, he would have suspected that she was the reincarnation of the Beast God. Otherwise, the Beast God would be too unfair!
Mo Yan didn't explain, but said to Fu Ying, "Shall we go in and take a look?"

Fu Ying was the first to enter the cave. Inside the dark and damp cave stood several pale-faced males.

They should all be males from Xishan, and two of them are snake-beastmen from the Cangshan tribe.

On the stone bed, Xishan's pale face was covered in cold sweat, his eyes were closed and he was unconscious, with only a few faint groans occasionally escaping from his cracked lips.

Just as Mo Yan said, the animal hide she was lying on was soaked in blood.

What's most alarming is that the bulging belly was completely still, as if dead.

Fu Ying handed the oil-paper umbrella to Mo Yan, stepped forward to feel Xi Shan's pulse, flipped his wrist and fed her a pill, coldly saying, "It's too late, she has to undergo cesarean section!"

The moment the words "disembowelment" were uttered, the males in the cave turned deathly pale.

Once Xishan dies, the males who have formed a bond with her will not survive either!
"No way! I've never heard of cutting open someone's stomach! What if Xishan dies?"

"That's right! If the cubs can't be born, then we shouldn't keep them. We can't kill Xishan!"

"Mo Yan, who is she? The witch already said she gave Xi Shan a drug that caused the cub to miscarry!"

"..."

The angry roar nearly shattered the rock face.

The males' muscles bulged, their fangs barely concealed, and they stared at Fuying as if she were an executioner. To them, the cubs were precious, but Xishan's life was far more important. And now, this outsider female clearly intended to kill Xishan and rescue the cubs—how could they allow that? Suddenly, someone pointed a trembling finger at Fuying and shrieked, "She...she's Fuying!"

One of the males of the West Fir tree participated in the destruction of the oasis tribe and had seen the Ficus pumila.

"This is a vicious female! Kill her!"

A cold light flashed inside the cave, and the young snake-beastman instantly covered his body with scales, his body suddenly swelled up, and he transformed into a giant black python with a blood-red tongue hissing and fangs dripping venom as he lunged at Fuying's throat!
Fu Ying's eyes suddenly turned cold, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, violent spiritual power gathered in his palm.

However, before she could make a move, Mo Yan stepped forward, his hand like an iron clamp, precisely gripping the snake-beastman's vital spot, the scales cracking under the weight between his fingers.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with malice as he snapped, "Enough! Calm down!"

Mo Yan took a deep breath and looked at Fu Ying: "Save them!"

He believed in Fuying.

Before the orcs inside the cave could voice their objections, Mo Yan had already launched his attack.

He was powerful and easily drove away several orcs.

Gui opened his mouth, about to speak, but saw Mo Yan's scarlet eyes sweep over him coldly, and immediately fell silent.

The cave fell silent instantly.

Standing at the cave entrance, Mo Yan gazed at Fu Ying's figure. The shadow cast by his brow couldn't conceal the surging emotions in his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed for a long while before he finally uttered only a deep, somber voice: "Thank you for your hard work."

Fu Ying didn't even glance at him; with a gentle wave of her hand, a medicine box appeared out of thin air on the stone bed.

The box contained various medicines, a gleaming scalpel, and neatly arranged catgut sutures—small but complete.

She glanced down at Xishan, holding a scalpel. Without anesthesia, she gently sliced ​​across Xishan's stiff abdomen with her fingertips. The dull thud of the blade cutting through flesh, mixed with the stench of blood, filled the cave.

When she saw the gray wolf cub twitching slightly inside the womb, her eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly. She had delivered babies before, but this was her first time delivering one for an orc, and her expression couldn't help but show some novelty.

Inside Xishan's belly were three gray wolf cubs, no bigger than a palm. Their wet little bodies were rising and falling weakly, their lanugo still sticky with blood, and their hearts were beating like candles in the wind. They didn't look well.

Fuying put on gloves, scooped out the wolf cubs, and gave them a breath of spiritual energy.

Amidst the swirling spiritual energy, the pale noses of the cubs suddenly turned blood red.

Without pausing, she picked up the catgut thread and deftly moved the needle around Xishan's abdomen, stitching the wound meticulously and neatly. When she finished stitching, she even tied a delicate knot at the end of the thread.

The entire cesarean section took almost no time. It was fortunate that she was a female from the Beastman Continent with good physical condition, otherwise she would have been infected.

As Fuying removed her gloves, Teng's icy voice rang out from outside the cave: "Where is she?"

Fu Ying glanced back and replied, "Here!"

The next moment, Teng and Bai Cang entered the cave, followed closely by Mo Yan and a group of males.

Unable to squeeze in, he stood on tiptoe outside and asked, "How is it? How are the cubs?"

Fu Ying pinched the soft skin on the back of the gray wolf cub's neck with two fingers, lifting a clump of wet gray fur into the air.

The cub suddenly let out a "howl," its short legs kicking wildly in the air, full of vitality.

Fuying raised an eyebrow, her narrow eyes looking at the little life, then suddenly curving into a crescent moon.

She stood up and gently tossed the cub into Mo Yan's arms: "It really isn't your cub."

Something came up today and I was delayed!
However, I kept my promise and wrote three chapters!

Thank you all for your support! Love you all!
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