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Chapter 347 Visitors to the Garden
Beishan, Qiyuan Garden.

The once quiet courtyard rippled like water, and then a slender figure appeared on the open space.

Fuying appeared with his hands on his hips, looked up at the sky, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

By causing such a scene, Galei has completely severed ties with the past. She can now live the life she wants. In two years, she can return to the organization and become a leader. For the rest of her life, she will no longer be subject to others. This is the kind of life she desires. As for the Orc Continent, it is just a small part of her past.

Fuying turned her head and looked around at the place where she would be spending the next two years, taking a deep breath.

She rolled up her sleeves and started tidying up.

Two years later, although no weeds have grown back in the once tidy courtyard, it is covered in dust everywhere. The fruit trees she planted have grown tall, but it is currently the rainy season and flowering season in Beishan, and no fruit has been produced.

Using the resources in the space, it took a whole week to decorate his retirement home to his liking.

Fuying looked at the wooden house that had risen from the ground, the fields that had been leveled and planted with various vegetable seeds, the chicks and rabbits living harmoniously in the enclosed wooden fence, and even the cattle and horses she raised along the riverbank.

She clapped her hands and spent her days fishing and chatting with 007, waiting for two years to pass.

This peaceful life seemed very unusual in her many years of missions, and she felt somewhat uncomfortable.

That day, she was fishing as usual.

Since the mission was completed, the Orcish continent has been at peace, with no more natural or man-made disasters. The Northern Mountain Orcs have all moved to Orcish city-states. The Northern Mountain is rich in resources, and the fish in the streams are as big as half a person.

She dries the fish she catches into dried fish or uses them to raise her own pets.

"Ah Li!" Fu Ying turned to look at the kitten chasing butterflies on the grass and called out. The little guy pounced over.

Despite being called a kitten, Ahri is much larger than an adult cat, with light gray fur, large and pointed ears, and sharp teeth that look anything but harmless when it opens its mouth to swallow a fish. It is clearly a lynx.

"You're such a glutton." Fu Ying reached out and patted Ah Li's head, chuckling softly.

Raising a pet in the Orcish Continent requires caution, because a slight mistake could result in raising an Orc into a human.

However, as the Beast Goddess, Fu Ying would obviously not make such a foolish mistake; Ah Li is indeed a pure beast.

Under Fuying's caress, Ali ate most of the fish and even twitched his ears comfortably. Suddenly, he looked up sharply into the resting garden, his round eyes filled with vigilance and defensiveness, and he even made a whimpering sound in his throat.

Fu Ying looked up and gazed over, her expression languid, showing no sign of panic.

"Go take a look." She patted Ali on the back, and the little guy dashed inside.

Fu Ying leisurely packed up his fishing gear and strolled into the resting garden. When he saw the figure sitting at the stone table, he raised an eyebrow: "What? You can't bear to part with your position as the Beast God, so you came all this way to go back?"

Upon hearing this, the figure chuckled lightly: "Do you think I'm that petty?"

Fuying shrugged, placed the fishing gear against the door, sat down in front of him, took out the tea set, and brewed tea in the autumn breeze amidst the abundant harvest. Her smooth and graceful movements were quite beautiful.

"Please." Fu Ying handed over the tea, looking up at the man in front of her.

He was still dressed in a thin white robe, without a single pattern, his black hair hanging down, and the bright red cinnabar on his forehead was exquisitely beautiful.

This was a male figure who needed no color to radiate a thousand splendors, exuding divinity. "Zheng Cang, I have resolved the hidden dangers you left behind over the years, so I have fulfilled my mission. Now that the divine spark is mine, I'm afraid you won't be able to take it back." Fu Ying took a sip of tea, his voice calm and indifferent.

She wanted to use this divine essence to exchange for a leadership position in the Administration Bureau, so naturally she couldn't easily return it to Zheng Cang.

As a born deity of a small world, unlike Liexiao and her, Zhengcang is truly immortal.

She knew this when she inherited the divine status, but he had never appeared all these years. At that time, she thought that perhaps it was because Zheng Cang could not solve the problem of the backlash of faith that he had not appeared for so long. Now it seems that she was right. Now that everything is stable and she has entered a stable retirement life, he has come to her door.

Zheng Cang raised his clear, dark eyes and gazed silently at Fu Ying's displeased expression, a faint smile playing on his lips.

His slender fingers gently held the teacup, his gaze slowly sweeping across the surroundings. His voice was clear as a spring, yet carried a strange calmness: "You misunderstand. The position of Beast God has never changed; it is still you."

"I am just an ordinary orc who wants to seek the protection of the Beast God."

He paused briefly, his fingertips tracing the warm rim of the cup, and his voice lowered even further: "I like it very much here, so, Lord Beast God...would you be willing to grant me a place to stay?"

Fu Ying narrowed her beautiful eyes, thoughtfully examining Zheng Cang.

She seemed intrigued, leaning slightly forward, her slender fingertips lifting her rugged, indifferent chin, her breath sweet as orchids: "Your words are easy to misunderstand, cohabitation?"

Zheng Cang was slightly taken aback; the temperature of his fingertips under his chin was very hot, leaving him speechless for a moment.

He knew what "cohabitation" meant, and the tips of his ears involuntarily turned red.

Looking at the god before him, whose innocence was beyond measure, Fuying chuckled softly.

She withdrew her hand, pointed to the corn in the field that was about to be harvested, and then pointed to the pile of firewood in the corner: "That's good. I just happen to need someone to do the work here. I'll have to trouble the Zhengcang Beast God for the next two years."

She didn't know who the organization was sending to replace her as a god, so she kept Zheng Cang calm to prevent him from taking drastic measures.

A born deity, equivalent to the favored son of Heaven, it wouldn't be difficult for him to reclaim his divine position if he truly wanted to. Even though she is currently blessed with good fortune and has a continuous stream of faith, she may not be able to defeat him.

With these thoughts in mind, Zheng Cang stayed at Qiyuan.

As time went by, Zheng Cang worked hard without complaint, taking on almost all the heavy lifting in the resting garden. Despite his ethereal appearance, he was incredibly strong, and when he got to work, his "divine" aura seemed to fade.

Fuying felt guilty for only a second for turning the deity into something human, and then sat down and enjoyed it without a care in the world.

What pleased Fuying even more was that Zhengcang was just like a modern person!
He understood everything she was saying. Chess, checkers, Gomoku, video games... he was familiar with everything she could bring out. His presence suddenly added a touch of vibrancy to their otherwise dull retirement routine.

The only thing that Fuying found boring was the inexplicable rigidity that permeated Zhengcang's bones.

He was even more conservative than any other ancient man she had ever met, and extremely difficult to seduce!

Many times, when Fu Ying wanted to add some fun to their daily life, he would lower his eyes and look at her with a "divine" gaze, as if looking at an ignorant child. That look was very unsettling.

It looks exactly like a clay sculpture of a Bodhisattva.

Fuying could only silently pray that the two years would pass quickly...