Chapter 47: There is such a good thing? ?

After the roast chicken was ready, he turned off the fire, washed the oil stains on his hands, and walked towards Feng Yin.

She keenly noticed the lines of Feng Yin's back that instantly tensed up, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips. She gently placed her fingertips on his shoulders and said softly, "Don't be nervous, just sit there, I'll take it off for you."

Feng Yin's Adam's apple rolled noticeably, and his jawline tensed: "Why should I be nervous?"

Although he said that, his voice was a little hoarse than usual.

Fu Ying didn't expose him. She reached out and removed the gauze on his face piece by piece, very gently.

In a moment, the blood-stained gauze fell lightly to the ground.

Fu Ying's fingertips were suspended in the air, and he was slightly stunned as he looked at the face that was suddenly exposed to the light.

This is a face that is almost gorgeous, gorgeous to the extreme. The narrow and long fox eyes are beautiful and strange, and the corners of the eyes are raised in an alluring arc. But the amber eyes are reflected in the waist-length silver hair, which is particularly cool and lazy. The nose bridge is high, and even the lips are a beautiful diamond shape. It is so beautiful that people dare not desecrate it.

She suddenly understood why the original owner was so crazy that he wanted to peel off people's skin - such a face would indeed make people have evil thoughts that they would want to treasure it forever.

Fu Ying withdrew his hand, clicked his tongue lightly, and met Feng Yin's vigilant eyes: "Alright."

Feng Yin's eyes moved slightly, and he stood up hesitantly and walked towards his "old friend". The water surface shook slightly, reflecting a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The ghost face that once made him terrified in his dreams at midnight was gone.

His pupils suddenly shrank, and his knuckles turned white when they pressed against the edge of the basin.

After so many years...he almost forgot what he originally looked like.

Fu Ying waited for a long while. She knew that this matter had deeply touched Feng Yin, but she was also anxious. She coughed lightly and said, "How about you give me the beast crystal first, and then continue taking pictures?"

Hearing this, Feng Yin came back to his senses.

He turned and looked at Fu Ying. After regaining her beauty, she was truly flawless from head to toe. People dared not look directly at her for fear of being bewitched.

Feng Yin curled the corners of his lips: "Thank you, you know where the beast crystal is, take it."

Fu Ying nodded and took back the beast crystal flashing with lightning with a slight tremor. After putting it away, he finally let go of the worry in his chest. This was truly a progress that he had made after going through many difficulties.

She let out a long sigh, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed.

When he turned around, he saw Feng Yin leaning against the wall with his arms folded.

After his facial features became clear, his expression could finally be discerned. Fu Ying then discovered that he liked to tilt his head slightly when looking at people, and there was a tiny cinnabar mole hidden under the corner of his right eye.

Fu Yingbie began: "When will the high priest arrive?"

Feng Yin chuckled lightly, with a hint of eccentricity: "Now that you have the beast crystals, you're not planning on leaving?"

Fu Ying chuckled: "I am still your friend, right? It's really rude to chase someone away."

Feng Yin shrugged casually, a faint smile on the corner of his lips: "You misunderstood."

He tapped his arm lightly with his fingertips and said slowly, "I'm just curious...how are you going to leave here?"

As he spoke, the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye gleamed seductively. He leaned closer, his voice filled with a familiar, lingering tone: "After all... every fallen beast exiled here wants to tear the exit apart."

When he said the last sentence, Feng Yin's voice became slightly lower.

Then, he took a step closer, and his bony fingers passed through Fu Ying's fingers, interlocking theirs. Strands of black light wrapped around their clasped hands, like a chain, binding them tightly together.

Feng Yin lowered his eyes and looked at the two people's tightly clasped hands. His Adam's apple rolled as he chuckled softly, "Now, you have to take me with you."

Fu Ying felt the warmth in his palm, then looked up at the stunningly beautiful face before him and blinked. No, there was such a good thing? ?

She was just worrying about how to tell Feng Yin, but he just came to her door!

Moreover, it was such an ambiguous method, she liked it!

Fu Ying remained silent for a long time, even her breathing was barely audible, she just kept looking at him.

The smile on Feng Yin's lips gradually froze, and his narrow fox eyes narrowed dangerously: "Are you scared silly?"

Fu Ying stared at him and asked curiously, "Do you really believe that I have a way to leave Thorn Cliff?"

"I didn't believe it at first, but now I have to believe it." Feng Yin said in a gentle voice. He smiled at Fu Ying, his eyes were cold and piercing. When he curled his lips, his snow-white sharp teeth were faintly visible.

Fu Ying suddenly chuckled, and an ambiguous curve appeared at the corner of his eyes.

Her gaze slowly moved upwards and landed on Feng Yin's forehead, where eight star patterns were intertwined and emitting a strange dark light. It was the embodiment of the power of the fallen orcs and also the proof of being cursed by the Beast God.

Feng Yin's eyes darkened, and just as he was about to scold, he heard Fu Ying ask, "Feng Yin, do you want to have a baby?"

Her main responsibility is to leave offspring for the male protagonist who has no descendants. Feng Yin's situation is different from the others. Although he has become a fallen orc, he can still transform between human and beast forms and give birth to cubs.

"Give birth to a child?" Feng Yin paused, looked Fu Ying up and down, and sneered, "With you?"

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Why, I'm a witch! You'll be lucky if you have a cub with me. Maybe the cub won't be a fallen orc because it neutralizes the bloodline of my Beast God Messenger."

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her hand and gently stroked the hideous scar on Feng Yin's neck with her fingertips.

Under his suddenly sinister gaze, she slowly pressed the scar with her fingertips, feeling the throbbing blood vessels, and whispered, "You're scraping off the scar because you hate your femaleness, right?"

Feng Yin's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his amber eyes were tinged with bloodshot, as if he was suppressing some emotions.

At this moment, Fu Ying leaned close to his ear, the hot breath sweeping across his skin, and said seductively: "Do you know? The best way to take revenge on a woman who betrayed you is--"

Her fingertips slid along the scar to his heart, and she whispered softly amidst the pounding heartbeat:

"Let her see that you already have another female, and even have your own cubs. When she finds out that you would rather cut off your pact and be with someone else than even look at her, that scene, wouldn't it be exciting?"

Feng Yin's eyes were filled with blood, and the depths of his pupils were filled with sinister darkness.

Fu Ying curled her lips and said, "How about it? Do you want to have a baby with me?"

Feng Yin's Adam's apple rolled violently, feeling painful and astringent. Although he knew deep down that it was shameful for a male to betray a female, he was still moved when he heard her seductive words in his ear.

He would definitely kill Fu Ying. At that time, casualties were inevitable, and he had to leave some bloodline behind.

Just as Huahua said, she is a witch. Perhaps, the cubs she gave birth to are not fallen orcs?

Thinking of this, Feng Yin suddenly chuckled, and all the emotions surging in his eyes disappeared, turning into bottomless darkness.

His slender fingers pinched Fu Ying's chin, not too hard or too soft. He leaned in close, their noses almost touching. Their breaths intertwined with each other, a burning sensation. His eyes darkened. "Can you... take good care of my cub?"

The question was asked lightly, but it was as heavy as a thousand pounds - it was both a test and the final bottom line.

Fu Ying looked him straight in the eye and said slowly, "Isn't it my cub?"