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Chapter 96 I'll Set You Free

A smile bloomed on Fu Ying's lips as she looked at him with utmost seriousness.

Qinglan suddenly felt a heat in her eyes, and the long-lost light came into view, and what she saw was a breathtakingly beautiful color.

She was like a flame, with skin as white as snow, hair as black as a waterfall, and eyes that sparkled with a gentle smile.

Extremely gorgeous.

It is also extremely dangerous.

Fuying leaned slightly forward, gazing intently into Qinglan's eyes, scrutinizing her closely.

Those are truly beautiful eyes.

Grayish-brown, cool and languid, like amber shrouded in mist, yet its eyes, when they shift and turn, reveal the clarity and alertness unique to cat-like beastmen.

Fuying's breath brushed lightly against Qinglan's eyelashes, and she chuckled softly, "Very beautiful."

Qinglan stared at her blankly, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. At this moment, her mind seemed to have completely lost its peace, and she could only hear her whispering.

"Am I pretty?" she chuckled, her fingertips lightly tracing the corner of his eye.

Qinglan's long eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly turned her head away, narrowly avoiding her fingers.

The fingers on the rostrum are suspended in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Didn't we say we were even?" His cool voice tightened almost imperceptibly at the end.

Fu Ying's eyes flickered slightly, and a smile curved her red lips: "Why do you still hate me so much?"

She straightened up and looked down at Qinglan sitting on the stone bed, her physical aversion hard to suppress.

Qinglan sat on the stone bed, her back ramrod straight. Despite her thin frame and lack of grooming, she still exuded a clean and serene charm, with a hint of solitude.

Fu Ying gazed at the scene quietly for a long while, then sighed softly, her voice tinged with weariness:

"Qinglan, I'm willing to set you free."

Qinglan's fingertips suddenly tightened, her knuckles distinct and exceptionally pale.

He raised his gray-brown eyes and gazed at her with an extremely quiet expression.

Fu Ying suddenly bent his knees, half-squatting down, and with a flick of his wrist, tied a storage bag embroidered with a snow leopard to his waist.

The lifelike snow leopard lies lazily on the ground, its tail tip pointing comfortably upwards, looking relaxed and carefree.

This time, Qinglan did not dodge, but simply sat on the stone bed and quietly watched her perform.

His gray-brown eyes were lowered, and the shadows cast by his long eyelashes acted as a barrier, isolating all his emotions. Only his slightly rapid breathing revealed that he was not at peace at the moment.

Fuying could feel the tension in Qinglan's waist and abdomen.

"This is a small illusion I created to store prey and ensure it doesn't rot."

"Take good care of yourself when I'm not around. No one is more important than yourself."

"Qinglan, I want you to live well."

Her voice was very soft, but her fingertips tied the knot very steadily.

After tying the storage bag, Fuying lingered for a moment at the knot before finally pulling it away cleanly. As she stood up, she brought with her a lingering, cool fragrance.

Qinglan's long eyelashes trembled violently in the shadows.

Fuying lifted the hem of her dress, revealing a section of her snow-white, slender waistline.

Her fingertips lightly traced the snow leopard's markings, her voice both soft and profound:

"Beast God above."

"Today, Fuying will sever ties with Xuebao Qinglan..."

Qinglan abruptly pulled her gaze away from the storage bag at her waist, looked up at Fuying, and her gray-brown pupils narrowed into thin lines.

“...A partnership contract.” Fu Ying was also looking at him, her narrow eyes seemingly shining.

May he live a peaceful and tranquil life, and may he be well every year.

As soon as he finished speaking, the snow leopard markings on Fuying's waist seemed to come alive, twisting and deforming.

Just as Fuying was about to bite her tongue to take the final step, a sudden change occurred.

Qinglan suddenly stood up, her slender fingers pinching her chin with such force that it almost crushed the delicate bone.

His ethereal voice became hoarse, and his gray-brown pupils churned with a fierce aura.

"Why do you make decisions for me?"

"Fuying, why are you always like this?" Fuying's eyes reflected Qinglan's delicate features. Looking at the emotions churning in his pupils, her gaze shifted, and she looked at him thoughtfully: "You don't want to break the bond with me?"

Qinglan loosened her grip slightly, and Fuying's chin, which had been pinched, moved even closer.

Her rose-colored lips almost touched his taut lips, their breaths almost touching.

Qinglan frowned slightly, and the fingers that were gripping the armrest's chin loosened a little.

Just then, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out from outside the cave: "The Beast God is enraged—"

At the same time, the ground trembled, and gravel fell in a flurry, accompanied by a rumbling sound.

Fu Ying glanced at the muddy mud outside the cave and frowned. Even the cliff couldn't stop the mountain torrent.
Qinglan's expression turned slightly serious as he gripped her wrist with surprising strength: "Go!"

Once outside the cave, Fuying realized that the continuous torrential rain had caused the loosened soil, loosened by the melting snow and frost, to collapse like cotton wool. It was not a flash flood, but a mudslide!
“Alan, your eyes…” Gemaru’s pale face suddenly trembled, his gaze fixed on Qinglan’s eyes. After a moment, his whole body trembled with excitement: “It’s alright…”

Qinglan didn't have time to explain. Looking at the surging mudslide, she said in a deep voice, "Mother, let's go!"

Looking at the wailing and lamenting tribespeople in the distance, Gemaru stammered, "Let's go?"

Just as Qinglan was about to speak, her pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

In the distance, Jia's figure stumbled through the splashing mud, running towards them. Behind her, the mudflow carrying broken wood and stones was already very close.

Qinglan barely hesitated; the explosive sound of her bones transforming into beast form was drowned out by the roar.

The agile snow leopard leaped towards Jia, which was... the direction of death.

Fuying looked down at her wrist, which was still warm, and gently stroked the skin with her fingertips. Then she tilted her head to look at Qinglan, who was determined to tear a path through the mudslide, and suddenly chuckled.

As expected, a parachuted-in soldier is no match for a childhood sweetheart.

The original owner ultimately broke up the family, which is truly a terrible mistake.

"Alan—" Gemaru screamed as he watched Qinglan rush in without regard for his own safety, and was about to follow him inside.

Fu Ying reached out and pulled her back, saying calmly, "Don't cause any more trouble."

She lifted Gemaru into the air with her, lightly touching the rock face with her toes, and settled him on a stable hilltop. She gently pressed her fingertips on Gemaru's shoulder and said, "I'm going to rescue him. You stay here quietly."

As soon as she finished speaking, she shot off like an arrow toward the snow leopard and the leopard that were about to be swallowed up.

Fuying's long whip shot out through the air, hooking Qinglan and Jia's waists, the tip of the whip taut into a straight line.

She lightly touched the rock face with her toes, and with a little leverage, flung the two of them up the cliff.

Fu Ying stared at the two of them for a long time, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

She suddenly bit her tongue, and scarlet blood spilled from her lips.

Fu Ying reached out and lightly touched the snow leopard pattern on her waist with her blood-stained fingertips. The pattern burst into a dazzling light the moment she touched it.

"By the Beast God, on this day, I hereby sever the partnership contract with the snow leopard Qinglan."

"not regret."

With each word she uttered, a tearing pain shot through her veins.

The contract seemed to materialize, crumbling inch by inch, the stench of blood spreading from between the pillars.

The snow leopard's gray-brown beastly eyes trembled violently as it stared at the suddenly twisted markings on her snow-white waistline. The markings seemed to evaporate, like smoke and dust, inch by inch being drawn away from Fuying's bones and blood, returning to nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, her skin seemed to crack open, oozing out dense streaks of blood.

This is the backlash from the Beast God's contract.

"Qinglan..."

"Now... we're truly even."

Fu Ying turned to look at Qing Lan, whose face was filled with terror. She slightly curled her lips, her narrow fox-like eyes gently closed, her long, loose hair danced in the wind, and she plunged into the rolling mud, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Fuying—"

A broken, trembling sound rolled from Qinglan's throat, like a hoarse sob. His gray-brown beastly eyes instantly split into thin lines, and the golden ring on his iris trembled violently. He was about to leap down in the direction where Fuying had fallen.

"Alan!" Gemaru screamed, reaching out to hug Qinglan and breaking down in tears.

Jia's face was deathly pale as she looked at the Fuying that was being swallowed by the mudslide, her eyes brimming with tears.

Qinglan stared intently at the churning mudflow, the red fox mark on her neck suddenly burning hot, like a branding iron, before falling silent and chillingly cold in an instant.

He transformed into human form, his face filled with despair. He staggered and knelt on the ground, his already thin body trembling like a candle in the wind. His fingertips dug deep into the rock, unable to stop the metallic taste rising in his throat.

Blood splattered on her pale lips, and her usually aloof and cold face was now contorted with pain.

Didn't you say you weren't Fuying?
If that's not the case, how can we talk about settling accounts?
(End of this chapter)