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Chapter 94 The Beast God has long since abandoned us.
Bai Cang gazed intently at her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and nodded gently: "Okay."

Fuying's eyes flickered, then turned to look at Teng, whose face was pale.

She suddenly leaned forward, pinched his chin with her slender fingers, her fox-like eyes curving into a mischievous smile: "Good boy, don't be angry anymore. When I come back, we'll have a litter of cubs, okay?"

Her rising intonation seemed to have a hook, causing Teng's dark green pupils to shrink instantly. His entire body felt as if it had been struck by a powerful electric current, and even his beautiful eyebrows and the tips of his ears turned a light red.

Fuying was very satisfied with his reaction and laughed heartily.

With a flick of her finger, she tied a storage bag embroidered with a large snake to Teng's waist.

The black serpent lay languidly coiled, its scarlet tongue half-protruding, its scales gleaming with an eerie light, barely concealing its arrogance.

She had been preparing ever since the prey in the food storage cave rotted.

Natural disasters ravaged the orc continent, and food was the lifeblood of the people. She couldn't stay with them forever. At this time, the importance of the storage bag was self-evident. Although the space was not large, it was extremely precious.

She never showed favoritism; to distinguish them, she even embroidered their animal shapes on them.

Teng lowered his eyes to look at the small pouch embroidered with his own beast shape at his waist. The giant python raised its head and flicked its tongue, each scale shimmering with a faint dark light. He ran his fingertips over the python pattern, and a ripple appeared in his eyes.

Fu Ying smiled faintly: "You can think of this as a small illusionary world. Prey placed inside won't rot. There's spirit rice and prey inside, so you can safely get through the rainy season without any problem."

Looking at the smile on Fuying's lips, Teng felt a sudden pang of sadness in her heart.

She was always like that, taking everything into consideration for them.

"Come back soon, Tuanzi and I are waiting for you." Bai Cang gazed tenderly at Fuying, his voice soft.

"Let's go." Fu Ying no longer hesitated. Her gaze swept over the surging torrent, and with a light touch of her toes, her slender figure transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the Frost Plains tribe.

The area is high up and has cliffs blocking its way, so it will not be swallowed up by the flood for a while.

She still has time; she can make it.

As soon as Fu Ying left, the smile on Bai Cang's lips vanished, replaced by indifference on her beautiful face.

Teng let out a low roar, stretched out his body, and transformed into a beast, coiling on the mountaintop. His dark green vertical pupils gleamed coldly as he looked at the wild beasts hiding around him and flicked his tongue.

Bai Cang turned his head to look at the coiled giant python, his amber eyes slightly darkening, and suddenly asked, "How much do you know about A Ying's beast husbands?"

His tone was soft, yet it caused the surrounding air to freeze for a few moments.

Teng slowly raised his head, his gaze lingering on Bai Cang: "What do you mean?"

Bai Cang lowered his eyelashes, looking at the sleeping dumpling in his arms, and gently stroked the cub's soft fur with his fingertips.

His voice was deep and tender, yet each word was clear: "You and I both know that A-Ying will not only have the two of us males by her side."

As he spoke, his long eyelashes cast a dark shadow over his eyes.

He suddenly chuckled, looked up at Teng, and said with a seductive tone, "How about we join forces?"

Teng squinted and stared at Bai Cang for a long time before frowning and scoffing, "Truly worthy of being called a fox."

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The boat sped past, and finally, at dusk, the snowfield came into view.

However, the scene before her made her frown.

It had only been half a month since she last came to the Frost Plains tribe to deal with the epidemic, and the place had already changed completely.

The torrential rain poured down, and the once pristine snow had melted away completely. The exposed frozen soil was washed into a muddy mess by the rain, as if the entire snowfield was silently collapsing.

The floodwaters surged forward, crashing down the cliff face, narrowly avoiding the snow-covered peaks.

The stilts stand suspended in mid-air, watching the broken wooden bridge bobbing and sinking in the rapids.

She pursed her lips slightly, and her figure, like a swift swallow skimming the water, lightly leaped over the cliff and sped towards the Frost Plains tribe.

The clear, flowing patterns on his waist were silent and almost cold. As the chariot swept over several mountain ridges, the outline of the Frost Plains tribe finally came into view.

The torrential rains shrouded the entire tribe in a vast expanse of desolation. Although the floodwaters were blocked by the cliffs and not swallowed up, the arrival of the rainy season and the melting of the snow and ice still submerged most of the tribe. The animal skin tents were nowhere to be seen, and turbulent torrents were everywhere.

There was silence.

The beastmen all hid in the caves in the mountainside.

"Brother Qinglan..." Jia's call choked in her throat, her usually cheerful voice now hoarse and broken.

She knelt beside the haystack, watching Qinglan lying quietly, her breathing gradually weakening. A sharp pain shot through her chest, and she covered her mouth, crying almost uncontrollably.

Beside Qinglan, an elderly female held a gleaming bone spur in her hand, gently combing his dry, flaxen hair, which was dull and lifeless, like faded hay.

He wore no bone ornaments or braided ropes in his hair.

“Qinglan loves cleanliness the most… Even after returning to the embrace of the Beast God, she must remain clean.” Gemaru’s voice was hoarse as if it had been ground by sand and gravel. His movements were gentle, but his withered knuckles still trembled uncontrollably.

A few strands of broken hair fell down in a rustling sound, like a clump of dying weeds.

Gemaru stared at the severed hair, froze, and a painful sob escaped his throat.

The beastmen of the Frost Plains tribe watched this scene with numb and cold eyes.

The wailing sounds echoed between the damp rock walls, mingling with the sound of rain outside the cave. Several orcs were grinding their fangs, their empty stomachs churning with pain, making them increasingly impatient.

Just then, a cold laugh suddenly came from beside the campfire.

A young male orc spat out, "So what if you're dead? What's there to cry about?"

"If he hadn't provoked that wicked woman from the Oasis Tribe, how could our Frost Plains Tribe have fallen to this state? The rainy season isn't over yet, there's no prey at all, and we're all going to die—"

The sobbing stopped abruptly.

Gemaru's back stiffened abruptly, his hands trembling as he held Qinglan tightly.

Jia turned around and glared at the orc who had spoken, his eyes bloodshot and his voice trembling with anger: "Tieli, if it weren't for Prince Qinglan inviting the shaman, you would all have been tormented to death by the plague!"
"It was him too, even if it meant starving to death, he would save his own food for you!"

"If it weren't for this... he wouldn't... he wouldn't..."

At this point, Jia couldn't help but choke up: "Prince Qinglan is about to die, and you all..."

Tieli sneered: "If Qinglan hadn't offended the Yak Tribe, causing them to drive all the prey from our Frost Plains Tribe's territory to their own before the rainy season, would we have gone hungry?"

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth, staring intently at Qinglan, and suddenly said, "Anyway, Qinglan is going to die, and the tribespeople are starving. He should be willing to sacrifice himself for the tribe, right?"

As he finished speaking, the fire crackled and popped, and the beastmen in the cave all turned to look at the dying Qinglan, their shadows stretched long by the firelight.

The orcs grunted softly, their gleaming white fangs barely concealed.

Jia's expression suddenly changed, filled with extreme fear.

She suddenly saw clearly the hungry green light gleaming in the eyes of her people.

Suddenly, Gemaru opened his arms and pounced on Qinglan. She didn't say anything, but her bony back was taut like a fully drawn bow.

The Iron Beast's pupils narrowed to slits as it murmured, "One more would be better."

Jia screamed, "You're insane—cannibalism! The Beast God's wrath will engulf the entire tribe—"

"Shut up!" Tie Li roared, his shadow twisting and his bones cracking as his fur billowed and transformed into a gaunt snow leopard, extremely thin and emaciated, clearly having been starving for a long time.

It leaped into the air, and the fire exploded with sparks.

Tie Li approached Qing Lan, saliva dripping from his menacing fangs: "The Beast God abandoned us long ago."

(End of this chapter)