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Chapter 92: This kind of masculinity is the most moving.

Teng and Bai Cang stared blankly at the slender female blocking their way, a surge of heat rising in their chests that they couldn't calm down.

In the Beastman Continent, females are born weak, and males' instinct to protect females is ingrained in their very bones.

Because of the shackles of the Beast God Contract, when a male forms a partnership with a female, he becomes a lowly prisoner in the relationship, and it is common for him to be despised, driven, or even beaten to death.

But at that moment, a female stood in front of them.

Her slender figure, like a sharp blade, cleaved through all the chaos and danger, declaring her intention to protect them.

At that moment, the emotions surging in my chest were indescribable.

Scalding hot, burning hot, almost painful.

Mo Yan's scarlet beast eyes were fixed on Fu Ying, the burning heat in his chest almost consuming his reason.

Such a powerful female, so unrestrained and flamboyant, is very alluring, isn't she?

But the next second, the anxious voices of the Cangshan tribe members were like ice water, waking him from his delusions.

"Leave—do not stay in our Cangshan tribe! You will bring disaster!"

"Yes! You must leave our Cangshan tribe and never come back!"

"Teng, don't ever say you're a member of our Cangshan tribe again. We can't bear such a disaster!"

"..."

Despite their fear of Fu Ying's oppressive presence, they dared not utter a word of insult, but their distorted faces revealed their disgust, fear, and rejection.

The news of the fallen orcs could not be kept secret and would soon be spread throughout every tribe by the wandering orcs roaming the wilderness.

If they don't leave, the Cangshan tribe will become the target of attacks from the entire Beishan region.

At that time, fury and claws will mercilessly tear their territory apart.

Fu Ying raised a slight brow with her narrow eyes, her bright red lips curved in a disdainful smile: "Do you think I care to stay here?"

A lousy tribe, does it really think it's some kind of hot commodity?

Mo Yan was enveloped in swirling mist, which instantly transformed into human form.

His thin lips were pressed into a line as he stared at Fuying, his expression grim, his slender fingers clenching and unclenching several times.

He wanted to keep her.

But when his gaze fell upon the glaring, fallen star mark on Bai Cang's forehead, he ultimately couldn't utter a single word to persuade him to stay.

He is the leader of the Cangshan tribe. Unlike Teng, he has to consider the safety of his tribe members.

Fu Ying didn't even glance at Mo Yan. Her gaze swept over the giant lizard tribe beastmen who had turned to ash, then she turned and looked directly at Bai Cang.

He was clearly swaying precariously from the poison, yet he still proudly and stubbornly straightened his back, standing firmly in place, his eyes reddening, his amber eyes looking at her tenderly.

However, the moment she met Fuying's gaze, she glanced down at herself.

"...You must have looked quite pathetic."

His low, lingering voice trailed off with a self-deprecating tone, and his well-defined fingers unconsciously clenched tighter.

Fuying stepped forward and gently placed the sleeping cub in Bai Cang's stiff arms.

She smiled at him, a smile as dazzling and radiant as the dawn's first light: "How could a male who would risk his life to protect his female and cubs be in such a sorry state?"

With fingertips brushing against Bai Cang's blood-stained thin lips, one glistening pill after another was pushed into his mouth.

“This kind of masculinity is the most captivating.” She tilted her head to look at him, a faint, gentle smile playing on her lips.

As the medicine took effect in his body, those gruesome wounds visibly healed.

Just then, the rainy season, which had lasted for half a month, suddenly stopped.

The sky cleared, and a ray of light pierced through the clouds, enveloping the snow-white body in Bai Cang's arms, as if the Beast God were also offering blessings for this newborn cub.

At this moment, the snow-white dumpling suddenly moved, revealing a jet-black six-pointed star pattern on its forehead.

A rare six-star pattern, a small female.

Unfortunately, she still inherited her beast father's bloodline and was a fallen beastman. Bai Cang lowered his eyes and gazed at the snow-white ball of flesh in his arms. When his gaze fell on the star pattern on her forehead, his arms tightened, and a sharp glint flashed in his amber eyes, which then softened instantly.

After this incident, he understood.

He must become stronger to protect his females and cubs.

Bai Cang composed herself, looked up at Fu Ying, and a satisfied smile bloomed on her beautiful face.

His cubs.

His female.

*
Taking advantage of the brief glimmer of dawn, Teng and Bai Cang quickly packed their things.

Holding Xue Tuanzi in her arms, Fu Ying left the Cangshan tribe without looking back.

This place is just an insignificant stop on her mission journey.

The mission is not yet complete, the road ahead is long and arduous, and the task is heavy and the journey is far.

She won't stay in any one place for long; all she does is strive for a better life in the future.

Mo Yan stood at the highest point of the tribe, his scarlet eyes fixed on the slender figure that was gradually disappearing into the distance.

His face was full of gloom, and his knuckles left mottled blood marks on the rock wall. Why should Teng be able to follow her? Why is he always inferior to this younger brother?
Mo Yan felt both resentful and jealous.

He didn't want to give up on a female who made his blood boil so easily.

Because he knew very well that there wouldn't be a second one.

Gui walked behind him, watched Fuying and the others leave, sighed, and gently patted Moyan's shoulder: "It's good that they're gone. Only when they're gone can the tribe have peace."

Mo Yan didn't turn around, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Have you confessed everything?"

Gui looked at him, a low sigh escaping his throat, and said, "Even if the people in the tribe don't say anything, the news will get out sooner or later. Don't forget, Sang Jie ran away."

Mentioning Sang Jie, Mo Yan's scarlet eyes darkened even more.

With a forceful squeeze, he crushed the rocks on the cliff face into dust.

"Dig three feet into the ground—"

"We must find her!"

*
The rainy season had only lasted for half a month when the mountain road was completely washed away and submerged.

"Aying, where are we going now?" Teng swept away the dead wood lying on the water's surface, and the accumulated rain dripped down his strong brow bone along the leaves, forming a silver line.

Bai Cang trudged steadily through the neck-deep water, the muscles on his back taut with sharp lines.

Fuying sat on his back, holding Tuanzi in one arm and casually brushing aside the vines hanging from the tree with the other.

Hearing Teng's question, Fuying squinted and fell into deep thought.

Of the seven beastmen, Bai Cang and Teng are not worth mentioning for now. Dan Yue is thousands of miles away, and the Qi Wen cannot sense her. Qing Lan is in the Frost Plains tribe. Although she wants to conquer them, they may not even arrive yet. Rumors have already spread throughout the Snow Plains, which is undoubtedly bringing disaster to the other side.

Although she was not afraid, the people of the Frost Plains tribe would certainly not welcome them.

Going there rashly will only provoke Qinglan's displeasure and may even delay the progress of the strategy.

Leaving aside these four, the other three...

With his arm resting behind him, his fingertips gently traced the most intensely fervent inscription on his waist.

Her narrow eyes narrowed. The one closest to her right now should be a duck, right?
As Teng turned his head, he saw her movement. His swaying body paused, his snake tail tightened sharply, and his dark green eyes flashed with a dangerous signal: "You promised to give me cubs first!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the large, crimson-gold bird with its wings spread at her waist, his words laced with barely suppressed sarcasm: "Go find that bird now, and by the time it comes after me, will I still be in the running?"

Despite the equally tragic fate of the duck, he had no doubt that he would change his mind.

Fu Ying chuckled softly, tapping lightly on the inscription with her fingertip: "What? Are you afraid you can't compare to him?"

Teng frowned, sneered, and was about to speak when Fu Ying said, "He's the closest, so he's more suitable for a 'chance encounter,' isn't he?"

She really wanted to meet this ferocious bird with its wings broken.

(End of this chapter)