Chapter 33 Give Me a Hair

Fu Ying hesitated for a moment, and suddenly, his eyes changed slightly.

Tribal sisters? ?

How could she forget that because females are precious, after the Oasis Tribe was destroyed, all the females were taken to the Cangshan Tribe. Although they could not be integrated into the Cangshan Tribe and become members, it was normal for them to be imprisoned as reproductive tools. This was the destination of most females after the war between tribes.

Why the majority?

Because there are also a few females who would rather die than obey, such as the original owner's mother and the witch of the oasis tribe.

The final outcome for these females was annihilation along with the tribe.

Fu Ying calmed down and carefully recalled the scene of burying the bodies in the oasis tribe. She tried her best to think whether there were any familiar sisters among those people, but after searching through her memory, she still had no clue.

However, she knew in her heart that few of the so-called little sisters that the original owner had made friends with were good people.

After all, the original owner was a ruthless person who acted cruelly but still considered himself innocent.

Birds of a feather flock together. How could someone who can hang out with the original owner be a good person?

To put it bluntly, they are just a group of fake sisters who are fawning on the powerful. They surround the original owner, the leader's daughter, all day long, flattering and fawning over her.

People like this know how to seek benefits and avoid harm best, and they are most likely to be brought to the Cangshan tribe.

"What, you have nothing to say? You admit now and promise to help Teng find Fu Ying, but it's just talk. You can't do it at all!" Xingkong spat lightly, tilted his head slightly, and sneered.

"I haven't even said a word, and you're so sure of your conclusion? Please, shut up for a moment, you're talking so much I can't even get a word in."

Fu Ying chuckled and retorted.

This starry sky is really chattering and annoying.

The corner of Xingkong's mouth twitched suddenly, and an extremely ugly look suddenly appeared on his face, which was originally unrestrained and uninhibited, as if nothing in the world was pleasing to his eyes, as if someone had stepped on his tail hard, and he was full of aggrieved.

Teng's dark green eyes were cold and unfocused, and he asked harshly, "Do you have a solution?"

Fu Ying's attitude towards Teng is completely different and much gentler.

With a smile on her face, she handed the golden roasted herbivore in her hand to Teng. Her voice was soft and charming, revealing a bit of soothing: "You eat first. Don't worry, I can help you find the beast crystal right now."

Seeing her discriminatory attitude, Xingkong felt very uncomfortable.

Teng stared at the herbivore in front of him that was emitting an alluring fragrance, paused for a moment, and then stretched out his hand.

A sense of mischief suddenly welled up in Fu Ying's heart, and he felt like playing.

Just when Teng stretched out his hand to catch the herbivore, Fu Ying's fingers, like a nimble little snake, quietly, slowly and with a hint of temptation, gently slid across Teng's palm.

Teng's palm subconsciously curled up slightly, and in an instant, his eyes were as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath, with a cold light flashing.

However, he did not shy away like most people because of this sudden little action. Instead, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and he gave Fu Ying a meaningful but obscure smile.

Fu Ying was caught off guard and met Teng's eyes that seemed to contain endless meaning. His eyelids twitched slightly, and a strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart, as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast that had been dormant for a long time.

Xingkong watched the two of them flirting with each other, frowning as he spoke, "How can you find Fu Ying? She has a beastly husband named Danyue, a mermaid who can take her into hiding through water escape."

Fu Ying shrugged. "I was talking about looking for the beast crystal. Did I say looking for Fu Ying?"

"You!" Xingkong became even angrier, wishing he could rush up and shut the annoying mouth of the little female in front of him.

Seeing the barely perceptible coldness rising in Teng's eyes, Fu Ying coughed lightly.

"Teng's wish is to break Fu Ying's neck with his own hands. I want to ask, before his strength recovers, does he have the ability to do so? What if Fu Ying finds a beast husband with seven or eight star patterns as a backer while hiding? And if he still looks for someone, who knows, he might be on his way back now, waiting to take revenge on the Cangshan tribe."

She spoke with great confidence, but Xingkong burst into laughter, his laughter full of sarcasm.

He glanced at Fu Ying with a sidelong glance, a hint of sarcasm on his lips as he sneered, "Do you think Fu Ying is some rare treasure? After all, she's just an ordinary one-star female. Do you think those seven-star and eight-star beastmen would fall for her for no reason?"

"For orcs with higher star marks, the more difficult it is to conceive offspring."

"Orcs at that level of strength have inherently strong racial talents. To continue their bloodline, they must have chosen a suitable partner long ago. How could they have chosen Fu Ying's turn?"

Fu Ying had a calm expression, his eyes sweeping across the starry sky slowly and steadily like a gurgling stream.

Then his eyes shifted slightly, landing firmly on Teng. "Teng is an orc about to enter the Six-Star Mark. He's quite powerful, isn't he? But didn't he still stumble? The Orc Continent is vast and boundless, with all sorts of strange things happening all the time. What makes you so categorically conclude that this is impossible?"

Xingkong's face turned red and he couldn't say a word. It was really suffocating for him to meet such a female with sharp tongue and sharp words.

After a long while, he finally squeezed out a few words from between his clenched teeth: "Okay, then tell me, is there any way to find the beast crystal of the Teng?"

"Hmm... let me think about it..." Fu Ying's gaze paused on the ends of Teng's snow-white hair.

Then, she smiled just the right way: "How about some divination?"

"Divination? You can also do divination?" Xingkong was shocked and looked at Fu Ying in disbelief.

"I'm a witch. There's nothing a witch can't do." Fu Ying curled his lips and glanced at the starry sky that was making a fuss.

Divination and prediction of good and bad luck are the innate abilities of witches.

She turned her wrist, and a tortoise shell appeared in her palm. However, the tortoise shell was stained with some Sichuan and Sichuan peppercorns, and emitted a faint fragrance. It didn't sound like something used for divination, but rather like something braised in a restaurant.

Facing Xingkong's suspicious eyes, Fu Ying calmly brushed off the peppercorns and numbing peppers on the shell. He knocked on the shell, listening to the crisp "bang bang" sound. With a satisfied look on his face, he stretched out his hand to Teng: "Give me a hair."

Teng's eyes were fixed on Fu Ying, and for a moment the surroundings seemed to have fallen into dead silence.

After silence stretched between the two for a few seconds, Teng raised his hand, and ran his slender fingers through the hair. His movements were gentle yet solemn. He slowly pulled out a strand of hair and handed it to Fu Ying.

"Teng! Are you crazy? You actually believe her nonsense?!" Xingkong's eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief, and his screams were filled with strong dissatisfaction, as if Teng had done something ridiculous.

Teng stared straight at Fu Ying, his jawline tense, his dark green pupils swirling with overwhelming emotions: "As long as I can get the beast crystal back, what's there to disbelieve?"