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Chapter 82 Actually, I died once.

Mo Yan hurriedly caught the cub that was thrown to him.

Ignoring Fu Ying's hurtful words, he pressed his thin lips together, lifted the cub by the scruff of its neck, and looked at it with a hint of disappointment in his scarlet eyes. It was a male cub.

He turned around and handed the cub to the orc behind him, whose eyes were already red with excitement.

The male orc took the cub with trembling hands, carefully pressing it against his cheek, his eyes welling up with tears, and a pair of gray wolf ears suddenly sprouted from his head.

Clearly, the three cubs in Xishan's belly belonged to this wolf-beastman.

Bai Cang strode forward, his slender fingers gripping Fu Ying's wrist without warning.

He didn't even glance at Xishan, but lowered his eyes to stare at Fuying's slightly furrowed brow: "Tired?"

Bai Cang's lingering voice held an unyielding tenderness as he gently stroked her wrist with his fingertips: "Shall we go back?"

Fu Ying nodded slightly, put away her medicine box, and let Bai Cang pull her outside.

As I passed by Mo Yan, I heard his slightly hoarse voice: "Thank you."

Before Fuying could even pause, as soon as he stepped out of the cave, a torrential downpour hit him in the face.

Teng had already opened his oil-paper umbrella at some point, tilting it slightly to create a perfect, rain-free haven for her.

Bai Cang wrapped his arms around her and picked her up in his arms.

Fuying leaned into his arms, her posture relaxed and languid.

Teng followed closely behind, holding an umbrella, the eaves of which always steadily sheltered her head.

The three of them walked through the misty rain and waded through the muddy puddles toward the cave where they lived.

Mo Yan stood at the cave entrance, rainwater sliding down his silhouette, but he was completely unaware.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the three people walking further and further away in the rain, as if no one could separate them. His knuckles were clenched so tightly that they turned white and the veins bulged.

Gui stepped forward and placed his hand on Mo Yan's shoulder, clearly feeling the taut muscles on Mo Yan's back.

He looked up at the rain, shook his head, and sighed softly, "Lan needs to see you. Go see her."

The rain intensified, blurring the last remaining figures in the distance.

Mo Yan finally withdrew his gaze and turned around. Rainwater rolled down his hair, carrying a chill.

He seemed not to notice Gui's gaze and said indifferently, "I know."

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"All done?" Fu Ying looked at the giant log blocking the entrance to the cave. The gaps were still filled with mud and sand, preventing water from seeping in. The two of them were quite efficient.

Teng slowly and deliberately held up the umbrella, the ribs twirling in a chilling arc between his fingers.

He glanced at Fu Ying, his voice tinged with a hint of coldness: "It's all better now, but as soon as I got back, the person was gone. Some heartless bastard almost made Bai Cang expose his fallen beastman ways."

A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating his taut jawline.

Fu Ying was taken aback. He looked at Bai Cang, who was staring straight ahead and didn't speak, clearly still angry.

Her narrow eyes shifted slightly, and she gently protected her lower abdomen with both hands: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I'm doing a good deed. Besides, Xishan is carrying three babies, which is four lives in total!"

She brushed aside a strand of Bai Cang's silver hair and said seriously, "Now I'm going to be a mother. Even if it's not for anything else, I should at least accumulate some good fortune for the child in my belly and get the Beast God's blessing, right?"

Teng paused slightly with the umbrella in her hand, then turned to look at Fuying, her dark green eyes deepening slightly.

He suddenly chuckled softly: "So, our Aying is only nice to us for this reason?"

A smile played on Teng's lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

People who have suffered severe trauma are always exceptionally sensitive, like wounded wild animals, able to detect danger from the most subtle changes in tone of voice.

His knuckles were slightly white, the umbrella ribs were almost crushed, and the veins on the back of his hands were faintly visible.

Fu Ying's words, "accumulate good fortune" and "be blessed by the Beast God," were like a thorn, precisely piercing his heart, which he least wanted to be touched upon, as if everything she did was only for this purpose and had nothing to do with them.

The rain outside the cave grew heavier, and the water droplets pounded on the stone walls like a silent accusation.

Fu Ying paused slightly, then turned to look at Teng, whose aura was sinister and whose eyes were filled with dark turmoil.

Bai Cang didn't react in any particular way; she just lowered her eyelashes, and her beautiful eyebrows and eyes looked slightly pale.

Back in the cave, a wave of warmth washed over us.

Bai Cang gently placed Fu Ying on the stone bed and whispered, "Are you hungry?" As he spoke, he turned around and began to prepare the prey. Teng, on the other hand, silently squatted by the fire pit. The dry branches in his palm made a crisp snapping sound, and the sparks crackled, illuminating his tight lips.

The two had a clear division of labor, but neither of them spoke again, as if there was an invisible barrier between them and Fuying.

The firelight flickered inside the cave, illuminating the silent figures of the three.

Fu Ying gazed at their silhouettes outlined by the firelight, her red lips slightly pursed, a slight headache creeping over her.

She knew very well that some wounds could not be healed with a few light explanations.

The cruelest thing in the world is that the person who once pushed you into hell then gently pulls you into heaven. Ironically, you can't live without this person, and you even fall in love with them.

Fu Ying sat on the bed, pulling the fluffy quilt around herself. She parted her red lips slightly and said, "Actually, I've died once, so I'm no longer the real Fu Ying."

Bai Cang's hand, which was handling the prey, suddenly paused, and the bone knife reflected a cold glint in the firelight.

Teng's action of adding firewood also paused slightly. With a forceful push from his fingertips, the withered branches were instantly crushed into dust.

Both of them looked up at Fuying, and tensed up at the same time because of her words.

Fuying slowly bent her knees, resting her chin on them. The firelight cast dappled shadows beneath her eyelashes, and her alluring voice was as soft as a wisp of smoke: "The day the Oasis tribe was destroyed..."

“My skull was fractured. When Dan Yue took me away, I was already dead.”

Teng and Bai Cang's bodies suddenly stiffened, and their faces turned pale.

"I can't remember how I survived after that." Tilting her head, her pupils reflected the flickering firelight, her voice was very soft: "I woke up as a witch. I think it was the Beast God who made me make amends for my past mistakes."

The sound of the zither being struck was like a sharp knife scraping through bone marrow, each word piercing the heart.

"I only understood after dying once that if you do something wrong, you have to admit it."

“I’m being kind to you not to accumulate any good karma, but to atone for my sins.”

"I just want to find you all and bring everything back to the way it was before I hurt you."

As soon as he finished speaking, thunder roared and torrential rain poured down outside the cave, drowning out the sound.

Bai Cang's pupils contracted sharply, and his chest felt as if a boulder was pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe.

He stared at Fuying's pale face. He could no longer recall the haughty and beautiful face he remembered. The person in front of him was as fragile as a withered branch, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and he strode forward, pulling the person into his arms.

Fuying pressed her cheek against his violently heaving chest, hearing the thunderous heartbeat emanating from it.

His voice, usually soft and tender, was now hoarse, but his knuckles gently ran through her loose hair: "What a fool, who needs your atonement?"

Tengjiang sat by the fire pit, the firelight casting his shadow into fragments.

He slowly raised his hands, his slender knuckles twitching slightly in the flickering firelight, as if stained with blood.

Memories gnawed at his nerves like venomous snakes.

The noisy oasis tribe was filled with screams, cries, and the glint of swords. His hair was disheveled, his dark green eyes gleamed with crimson, and he held a stone high, below which was Fuying's terrified and pale face.

“It was me…” His voice trembled, as if squeezed out from between his teeth: “It was me who killed you.”

A burst of flames suddenly erupted in the fire pit, illuminating the scarlet and moistness at the corners of his eyes.

Bai Cang's embrace tightened suddenly, seemingly with some fear in it.

Teng's body trembled slightly, and he seemed to hear the muffled sound of a stone smashing his skull.

Fu Ying stepped out of Bai Cang's embrace, got off the stone bed, walked to Teng's side, gently held his trembling wrist, and said in a soft voice, "It's not your fault. If it weren't for you, I might not have seen how hateful I am."

Teng suddenly raised his head, his dark green pupils shrinking into thin lines.

In the firelight, her eyes were clear and bright, and the ruthless and vicious woman was nowhere to be found.

The warmth from her palm sent shivers down his spine.

Only then did he realize that the most painful punishment was not revenge, but that when he was blinded by hatred, he actually pushed away the hands that were tightly holding his.

He even killed her.

(End of this chapter)