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Chapter 93 My life is in her hands
However, as soon as Fu Ying finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze.

Her fingertips touched the flaxen snow leopard markings on her waist and abdomen. The markings were now so dim that they had almost disappeared. When she touched them, they were cold, as if they were silently fading away.

Fu Ying's face darkened, and her fingers tightened; she could no longer even sense Qing Lan's presence.

Teng noticed her unusual behavior, his sharply defined face turning serious: "What happened?"

Bai Cang also turned to look at her, his amber eyes fixed on her waist: "Snow Leopard Clan?"

Teng frowned suddenly: "Is it Qinglan? Something happened to him?"

Fu Ying did not answer. She closed her eyes and focused her mind, carefully sensing the inscription, but it was still a deathly coldness. She suddenly opened her eyes and said in a tight voice, "Qinglan's life force is waning. He is about to die."

Teng's dark green pupils suddenly contracted: "How could this be? He did this a few days ago..."

Wasn't the epidemic already resolved? Why is Qinglan suddenly going to die?

But the thought was fleeting; the scales, soaked in the cold, wet rain, made even the blood feel colder.

He suddenly realized that it was the deadly rainy season!
The Frost Plains tribe had just survived the devastation of the epidemic, how could they withstand the ravages of the rainy season?
They probably didn't have time to prepare anything for the rainy season.

Fu Ying's eyes turned cold, and she said decisively, "Go to the Frost Plains Tribe!"

Teng and Bai Cang exchanged a glance, and seeing her solemn expression, they said nothing more.

As soon as the three of them changed direction, the sky suddenly changed color.

Just moments ago the sky was clear and blue, but now dark clouds are looming overhead.

Thunder roared and churned among the thick clouds, as if it would devour the entire orc continent.

Fuying held Tuanzi protectively in his arms, his narrow eyes fixed on the rolling thunder on the horizon.

She could feel Bai Cang's tense body beneath her, even the scales on his Teng beast were flaring and rustling. He stared at the lightning in the sky, the lightning-type beast crystal in his chest flashing wildly, its light flickering uncertainly.

Teng's voice was deep, each word like a taut string: "Be careful, I feel something's wrong."

A barely audible gasp escaped Fu Ying's lips, his body tense as if drawn by a bow: "It's a flash flood."

As she finished speaking, the entire earth began to tremble. The torrential rain, like steel needles, pierced the earth at an angle, and the floodwaters, like a giant beast awakening, continued to spread.

In an instant, the river, carrying withered trees and stones, rushed down with tremendous force!

Wherever it went, giant trees collapsed, and everything was swallowed up.

Fu Ying's eyes reflected the raging torrent of water, while he heard the roars of Bai Cang and Teng.

She knew very well that this was because Qinglan, the male protagonist, was about to die, the small world was on the verge of collapse, and the natural disaster was coming as expected. The flash floods, accompanied by the rainy season, would wash away the entire North Mountain.

Fu Ying's chest heaved violently as he watched the turbid waves. He leaped into the air from Bai Cang's back, his long whip tearing through the rain. In a flash of cold light, it wrapped around the waists of the two of them.

Using the force of the whip's rebound, she shot forward like an arrow, carrying Teng and Bai Cang to a high place.

In an instant, the overwhelming torrent shattered the place where they had placed their feet.

The most urgent task is to save Qinglan!
He cannot die.

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Fu Ying transformed into a blur, soaring across the sky. Despite carrying Teng and Bai Cang, he still managed to reach the mountain peak before the flash flood arrived, where all sorts of birds and beasts had already gathered.

The scales of the Teng gleamed coldly in the rain, and the white claws of the Cang sank into the rock wall. Beneath their feet, the torrent surged and roared into the distance, the turbid spray flying up like the fangs of a giant beast.

Both of them had tense backs, and a chill ran up their spines to the back of their necks.

Teng's dark green vertical pupils contracted sharply, and a hoarse whisper escaped his throat: "This is... the Beast God's attempt to annihilate us?"

The turbulent waves were reflected in Bai Cang's amber pupils, and the beastly form twisted and transformed into a slender human body.

He pulled Fuying and the cub into his arms, using his own body to create a protective barrier for them.

At this moment, the wild beasts on the mountaintop lay prostrate on the ground, huddled up and trembling, their fur and scales radiating instinctive fear.

Under the devastating lightning, they were so insignificant. Fu Ying looked up at Bai Cang and Teng, her eyes shining like stars: "I have to go to the Frost Plains Tribe."

The scales on the dragon's neck suddenly burst open, gleaming with a chilling light in the downpour.

He said in a deep voice, "With the flood passing through, the Frost Plains tribe cannot possibly escape!"

"Qinglan... may already be dead." Teng's voice stopped abruptly, then he transformed into human form and reached out to grasp Fuying's wrist: "Aying, a dying male is not worth your risk!"

Teng knew he was selfish, selfish to the point of madness.

He couldn't just stand by and watch her go to her death in such a violent natural disaster!
A bolt of lightning struck across the sky, illuminating Fuying's face.

She smiled radiantly, her alluring features becoming even more striking, yet her voice was as soft as falling snow, each word striking deep into the flesh:
"Teng, it's worth it."

"Whether it was jumping off the thorn cliff to find the beast crystal for you, or turning back without hesitation when Bai Cang's life was hanging by a thread, it was all worth it."

"You are all equally important to me."

"If it were you or Bai Cang who were dying today, I would still go."

"My heart will never be with you, nor will it be concerned with gains or losses."

Hearing Fu Ying's words, Teng clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking, and beads of blood slid down his palm, turning into a pale red stream under the wash of the rain.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a trapped beast cornered in a desperate situation. He gripped her hand tightly, squeezing out trembling breaths through his teeth: "...Aying, don't go."

As he finished speaking, his hoarse voice, tinged with barely concealed sobs, said, "Please, don't go."

Fu Ying gently stroked his blood-stained palm with her fingertips, her voice tinged with cruelty: "You have to go."

Teng gritted his teeth and abruptly turned to look at Bai Cang: "We can't let her go!"

His deep voice was tinged with an unusual panic, like that of a drowning person grasping at the last piece of driftwood.

Bai Cang's lowered eyelashes trembled in the rain, and the area around his eyes turned crimson, but he remained silent. Only his hands, which were clasped tightly at the waist of the armrest, tightened, and his knuckles turned bluish-white.

After a moment, Bai Cang's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and he suddenly released his grip, his lingering voice hoarse and resigned: "Go."

Teng's dark green pupils narrowed to needles, and a suppressed roar escaped his throat: "Bai Cang!"

Bai Cang turned to look at him, raindrops falling down his sharp jawline.

His gaze was calm: "We shouldn't stop Aying from doing what she wants to do."

“Teng, now that you’ve become her male, you must support her in doing anything, even dangerous things. Just as Aying said, when she risked her life for you and for me, did she ever hesitate?”

"Since we've already entrusted our lives to her, what is there to fear?"

Upon hearing this, Teng trembled, as if he had been nailed to the spot by those words.

Fu Ying glanced at Bai Cang, a faint smile suddenly appearing on her lips.

The males of this orc continent are all incredibly considerate and caring.

Fu Ying handed the dumpling in her hand to Bai Cang, and with a flick of her wrist, a storage bag embroidered with silver fox patterns appeared in her hand. She stepped forward, brushed her fingertips across it, and tied the storage bag to his waist.

"Inside are the things that Tuanzi will eat, and some spirit rice."

"You all stay here and wait for me to come back."

Her voice was soft, but every word was clear.

Chapter Three! I finally finished it before December!

I was in a rush, my mind was a complete mess, and I even misspelled the names, which affected everyone's experience. I'm so sorry, and thank you for pointing it out! I hope you don't mind, hehe.

Thank you all for staying up so late to read! Love you all!
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