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Chapter 190 I'm glad I can be her male.
At dawn the next day, Bai Cang and his group finally returned, bathed in the morning light.

They were all high-level star-patterned beastmen, so it wasn't difficult for them to escape the wildfire. However, when they returned, their brows were furrowed with gloom, and their expressions were even more somber than when they had experienced the wildfire the night before.

This heaviness did not dissipate when they saw the safe and sound Fuying, Qinglan, and Wu.

Fu Ying took the sleeping dumpling from Bai Cang's hands and gently stroked the cub's soft silver hair with her fingertips.

She raised the corner of her eye slightly and asked softly, "What happened?"

Bai Cang turned to look at the distant horizon, where the rosy dawn painted the sky with magnificent colors, just like the lava fire of the previous night. Unfortunately, the brilliant morning light reflected no warmth in his amber eyes.

Bai Cang's voice was low, tinged with a rare hint of confusion: "Aying, do you think the Beast God has abandoned us?"

As soon as those words were spoken, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Even the usually unruly Teng now concealed the sharpness and ferocity in his eyes, silently lowering his eyelashes.

Fu Ying paused slightly, his gaze sweeping across the faces of several men, all of whom carried a similar melancholy in their eyes.

She might interpret it as a sense of shared sorrow for the fallen.

The wildfires that high-ranking orcs can avoid are even more destructive than avalanches and mudslides. Anyone who gets tainted by them will not be able to walk out alive. Those beasts and even orcs who flee in panic will turn into ashes.

The Orcish continent has been repeatedly struck by natural disasters, which is tantamount to the tearing apart of a certain belief of theirs.

Fu Ying looked at the group and said softly, "The Beast God has never abandoned anyone. But in the end, one must rely on oneself to live. Whether it's a landslide or a sea of ​​fire or a snow mountain, it's just the natural law of the universe, and has nothing to do with the gods."

Fuying's voice was soft, and her eyes reflected the glow of the sunset.

"As long as we're together, nothing else matters."

"Even the greatest calamities can be overcome safely, right?"

Bai Cang stared at her profile bathed in the morning glow, slightly startled, and for a moment felt as if she had come from another world.

He suddenly reached out and gently pulled her and Tuanzi into his arms, saying, "You're right. As long as we're together, nothing else matters."

He gently rested his forehead against hers, his voice filled with an unprecedented calm: "Aying, let's go home."

Fu Ying smiled gently, her red lips curving into a smile. "Okay."

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When we left Cloud Mist Cliff, there were two more people in the group.

Yu Li volunteered to take on the responsibility of caring for his elder brother, so he carried the unconscious Wu on his back. Fortunately, he genuinely cared for his brother, and his upright figure, like a green bamboo, remained as steady as a rock on the rugged mountain road.

As for Fuying, she enjoyed the high-class treatment of changing "mounts" in turn.

In the morning, I rode on the back of a white fox to enjoy the scenery, and in the afternoon, I lay on the back of a snow leopard to take a nap. Occasionally, Teng and Danyue would take turns carrying me on my journey, and I would also be fed some sweet and sour fruits and roasted meat that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside from time to time.

Luo Heng stayed at the very back of the group, quiet and unassuming. Only when the mountain breeze carried a few scattered bursts of laughter would he raise his eyes, his purple pupils revealing envy, but it would vanish in an instant and quickly melt into the lowered silence.

Along the way, Yu Li observed coldly and gradually saw many things clearly.

Contrary to popular belief, the hibiscus is not repelled by male hatred.

Contrary to the rumors, what he saw was quite the opposite: her several partners all treated her like a treasure, wanting to hold her in their hands and protect her. Their tenderness was even more meticulous than that of ordinary males towards females.

What's even more surprising is that each of the males, taken individually, is a capable individual.

But now, they all stay by Fuying's side, concealing their sharp edges, willingly guarding her, not vying for anything, their tacit understanding astonishing. Only occasionally would a few sour words slip out, which would vanish in an instant because of her smile. Qinglan handed the fruit to Fuying, who was sitting on Bai Cang's back, and turned to look at Yuli, who was following far behind.

He paused slightly, then turned and walked towards Yu Li. After checking the steady breathing of the duck on his back and confirming that it was alright, he looked up at Yu Li and asked in a cold voice, "What were you looking at just now?"

Snow leopards are the most alert animals and are very sensitive to probing gazes.

Yu Li pursed her lips, her golden ponytail swept away by the mountain wind, tracing a sharp arc.

After a moment of silence, he asked in a low voice, "What kind of female is Fuying?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the seven-star pattern on Qinglan's forehead.

He had indeed heard some rumors about Fuying; her "evil deeds" towards her beast husband had been widely circulated in Beishan for a long time.

Mining beast crystals, peeling off tail scales, breaking wings, gouging out beast eyes... each one is terrifying.

He checked each of these males against the description and was shocked to find that the rumored incomplete orcs had now reshaped their star patterns and were even stronger than before.

In that sense, Fuying, as a mysterious and unpredictable shaman, possesses extraordinary power, which is indeed very attractive to males.

Upon hearing Yu Li's words, Qing Lan's fingertips trembled slightly. When he met Yu Li's golden eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he said calmly, "To me, she is the most heartbreaking female."

"Heartache?" Yu Li asked, puzzled, looking at Qing Lan with a complicated expression. After all, Qing Lan had his eyes gouged out.

Qinglan's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Yes, the pain she inflicted was real, but the path to survival she offered was also real."

At this point, Qinglan's voice had become slightly hoarse.

He didn't hide anything and told Yu Li everything about his relationship with Fu Ying.

From being forced into a contract, to his people suffering from the plague, to the destruction of the Oasis tribe, he spoke of these things with a cold expression, as if they had become unimportant memories of the past. Then, as Fuying went to the Frost Plains tribe alone, she single-handedly stopped an avalanche and saved the tribesmen infected with the plague. And then, she fell into the mudslide while trying to save him and Jia.

These things seem to be etched deep in his soul, and every time he mentions them, he feels excruciating pain.

"You mean, she once took the initiative to break the Beast God Contract with you??" Yu Li looked at Qing Lan in shock.

In the Beastman Continent, the idea of ​​a female voluntarily breaking the bond is purely a legend. No female would willingly bear the backlash for the freedom of a male. Could Fu Ying be such a kind-hearted female?
Yu Li's gaze involuntarily fell on Fu Ying in front of her.

The decisive female in the Golden Eagle tribe was holding her cub, standing on the back of a white fox, reaching for fruit on a tree. She was all smiles, her long black hair being gently blown by the breeze, creating soft waves.

Qinglan looked up at the slender figure in front of her, a hint of pain flickering in her gray-brown eyes.

"Everyone sees her strength, but no one cares about her vulnerability."

“She is a female, and should have been carefully cared for by males, but she suffered a lot while she was with us.”

His voice was hoarse. Upon hearing this, Yu Li couldn't help but think of the tribal trade fair, where Fu Ying was stabbed through the heart by her own male. At that time, he was very worried about Wu, fearing that if Fu Ying died, it would implicate Wu, who had not yet broken free from the bond.

A red tinge appeared in Qinglan's cool eyes, which quickly softened and became tender.

"The other females are all protected by the males."

"But my Aying has always protected us."

He chuckled softly, his slender fingers gently tracing the red fox tattoo on the side of his neck: "Chapter 190 I'm glad to be her male."

(End of this chapter)