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Chapter 175 The Beastmen Are on the Verge of Collapse

Putting the mission aside, among the several beastmen, she would indeed like someone like Dan Yue.

The gentle, mermaid-like beastman looked down at her, his light blue eyes tinged with red.

After a long silence, he said in a low voice, "He's right, I am indeed a derelict male."

Fu Ying frowned, looking at him with some dissatisfaction, then leaned in and kissed Dan Yue's lips hard.

Dan Yue let out a muffled groan, staggered backward from the sudden kiss, but his slender hand did not forget to cover her waist, afraid that she would fall. Only when his pale lips were stained with blood did Fu Ying slowly release her.

"It's not that you failed in your duty, it's that I was not worthy of being your partner in the past."

"But look, everything is getting better now."

"Let the wounds of the past remain in the past. Now we have more important things to do: to bring new life into the world and start a new life, right? Dan Yue, I only wish to see the starlight in your eyes, and I wish you to be as free as the wind, following your heart."

His azure tail fin swayed slightly uneasily, and his eyes, reddened from being kissed, were moist.

"Now, just look at me, okay?" Fu Ying's fingertips traced the azure scales on his belly, slowly sliding down along the distinct lines of his muscles, igniting a wildfire wherever they touched.

Let's put aside the sandworms of the Qijing tribe for now and focus on rubbing our abs together.

Dark undercurrents surged within her pale blue eyes, brewing a storm.

The next instant, he suddenly pulled Fuying into his arms, taking the initiative and holding her waist with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, kissing her lips. The gentle beastman became extremely possessive at this moment.

The thin gauze, like mist, scattered all over the ground.

Dan Yue inhaled the milky aroma emanating from the seashells, her Adam's apple bobbing.

His eyes darkened slightly, and he lowered his head to remain silent.

Fuying let out a soft "hmm," and her fingers suddenly slipped through his hair. Long, azure hair cascaded down her fingers, as if she were holding a handful of shimmering waves.

The slightly sweet taste melted on her tongue, and Dan Yue's pupils instantly turned into vertical pupils, taking on a wild flavor.

His jaw was clenched, as if he were drowning in something, or as if he was trying his best to suppress his ferocious animalistic instincts.

Fuying traced the pale, silvery skin of the moon with her fingertips.

The orc before me, so beautiful it was almost heartbreaking, had shed the numbness and dejection I felt upon first meeting him. Now, his eyes were red-rimmed, yet still pure and clear, possessing a captivating sanctity that made one want to... bully him mercilessly.

She liked the way he looked with the stains on him, wanting his purity to taint her with filth.

……

The tribal trade fair on land started amidst a clamor, but ended hastily.

The orcs left one after another, and more than a dozen tribes slunk away. The lush grass still lay on the ground, a testament to the bustling activity that had once taken place here.

"right here?"

His low, husky voice seemed to be shrouded in mist, slowly spreading across the empty space.

The orc knelt on one knee on the ground, his well-defined fingers gently tracing the dark brown bloodstains.

The blood had already dried, but after being soaked and washed by the drizzle, it regained a faint, sweet, and fishy smell—familiar, so familiar that it made one's chest tighten and one's heart ache.

Bai Cang's breath hitched for a moment, and his eyes trembled slightly.

He raised his head, his long silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, its arc sharp and cold. His beautiful, vibrant eyes showed a hint of weariness, yet still couldn't conceal his allure. When he looked up at Qinglan, his amber eyes were piercingly sharp. "Mother, Mother." The pretty little fox girl nestled on her father's shoulder, her pink nose trembling slightly as she tried to catch the familiar scent lingering in the air, her little hands unconsciously clasping at the air.

Her pointed ears perked up and twitched, but when she couldn't find any familiar faces, they drooped back in disappointment.

Crystalline tears welled up in her eyes, wetting her long eyelashes. Finally, she couldn't hold back her sobs any longer. Tears rolled down her beautiful eyes like broken pearls, and her childish voice was filled with sobs: "Mother..."

Bai Cang tightened his arms, holding the soft little bundle of joy even closer in his embrace.

He stood up abruptly, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily, and said in a low voice, "Let's get out of here first."

"Damn it!" Teng's fist, carrying a strong wind, slammed into Qinglan's jaw. The irritable and impulsive orc's dark green vertical pupils were now filled with coldness, and a violent undercurrent surged beneath his deep eye sockets.

His handsome features were filled with a fierce aura, and the gloom around him could not be dispelled.

This time, even Bai Cang did not stop Teng Chao Qinglan from making a move, but simply turned his eyes away indifferently.

He had thought that Qinglan possessed eyes that could see through falsehoods, and that with him by her side, at least she could remind Aying to be careful. But what was the result? He turned out to be a useless piece of trash, completely ineffective, and unable to even protect his own female!
If A-Ying hadn't sent the message back, he would have killed Qinglan without hesitation.

What's the point of a male that can't protect its females?
Bai Cang looked up at the deepening twilight on the horizon, a cold laugh escaping his throat, a laugh tinged with self-loathing.

But what right does he have to blame Qinglan?
This so-called trade fair was a trap set for him, but in the end, it was Aying who walked into the trap herself, protecting him, this fallen beastman, behind her. He was also a male being protected by a female.

Whenever he thought of this, he wished he could kill himself.

As for Luo Heng...

The name crunched between his teeth, and a crimson tinge appeared in Bai Cang's amber eyes. He deserved to die more, didn't he?
Teng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his voice, as if ground by sand, growled, "She's carrying a cub!"

“She even told us not to blame you! But she still hasn’t come back, and this time the injury…” Teng didn’t even dare to think about it. Every word he heard along the way caused him excruciating pain.

How painful is it to have a knife pierce your heart?
He didn't know, but just listening to it shattered his spirit.

Qinglan staggered to her feet, her blood-stained lips trembling slightly, and when she spoke, she was almost unrecognizable.

The once clear and ethereal voice was now hoarse beyond belief, as if it had swallowed a handful of needles or a handful of sand, and every word it uttered seemed to carry the scent of blood.

"It's all my fault. Once we find her, you can do whatever you want with her."

He raised his head, his gray-brown eyes veiled in mist, his cheeks gaunt, and his tall frame seemed even thinner.

Despite losing weight, pale blue veins were visible on her pale neck, making it look as if it would break at the slightest touch.

Even so, he still dressed himself up meticulously, his whole body was still clean, his long flaxen hair fell smoothly, and the jade ornament in his hair looked like it had been repeatedly rubbed, and it shone with a warm luster.

He always remembered that she said she liked him best when he was clean and tidy.

Bai Cang, holding Tuanzi, turned to leave, but suddenly his gaze fell on the waist-high grass.

He squinted, his fox-like eyes curving into a dangerous arc.

Teng coldly withdrew her gaze from Qinglan and said nothing more. When she turned her head, she saw Bai Cang staring quietly in one spot. Her heart tightened immediately, and she rushed to his side, her voice anxious: "Did A-Ying leave something behind?"

Qinglan's pupils suddenly contracted, and she quickly walked over, a glimmer of light suddenly appearing in her gray-brown eyes.

However, when he followed Bai Cang's gaze, the faint light dimmed again.

In the grass, a tender sprout pierced through the blood-stained ground, its new leaves trembling as it stretched out. It looked very fragile and nothing special.

(End of this chapter)