Chapter 50: Like a Honeymoon

In the end, the so-called high priest did not escape.

It wasn't that Fu Ying wanted to kill him, but the orcs of the tribe attacked him together and didn't let him escape.

Fengyin tribe, houses.

Fu Ying sat at the stone table and ate scallion chicken, which was, of course, freshly made.

Her eyes fell on Feng Yin who was eating slowly. The morning light passed through the gaps in the tent and shattered into stars on his silver eyelashes. Seeing such a face every morning would make her mood a hundred times better.

She suddenly thought of something and blinked: "Are you interested in making a trip?"

Afraid that Feng Yin would refuse, he added, "I want to go and see what kind of flower seeds these are. Perhaps if I could teach these fallen orcs how to brew wine, and supplement it with flower seeds, they could become self-sufficient?"

Feng Yin raised her eyes to look at Fu Ying, her crimson lips curled up in a very faint arc, and her voice was nonchalant: "He is just a fallen person abandoned by the Beast God, why do you care so much?"

"I don't care about them, I care about you."

"We're all leaving Thorn Cliff. Are you just not going to care about the Windsing Tribe?"

"The liar is gone, but the orcs have lost something to suppress the backlash. Their lives will be even more difficult in the future."

"Besides, aren't you interested in those hidden beast crystals?"

Fu Ying’s words make sense and have basis in evidence.

Feng Yin paused, raised his eyelids, his amber eyes shining, his voice lazily revealed, the ending tone was very long: "Since you beg me so much, then go."

Fu Ying's mouth twitched when he heard these arrogant words.

She's really good at pretending. Even the tips of her hair are showing joy, but she still insists on putting on this alms gesture.

That day, Fu Ying and Feng Yin left the tribe.

According to the high priest, all his things were hidden in a cave abandoned by the ape tribe. He was usually very cautious and did not let anyone follow him, for fear that his method of earning beast crystals would be learned by others.

The ape cave is quite far from the Fengyin tribe, and it takes two days to get there.

At night, a raging sandstorm slowed down the two men.

Fu Ying shielded his eyes and said, "Let's find a place to rest and wait until the wind and sand stop before we go."

"Okay." Feng Yin turned his head to look at her, hesitated for a moment, and pulled her towards a cave.

After they built a fire, Feng Yin said, "I'm going hunting and will be back soon."

Fu Ying nodded: "Go ahead."

After he finished speaking, Feng Yin did not move. Fu Ying turned to look at him, but was stunned when she caught his gaze.

That look was the unique vigilance and concern that a male would show when he went out hunting and faced a female who needed protection.

Thinking of this, Fu Ying couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed that Feng Yin had already secretly regarded her as his female in his heart.

"I'm fine, you go." Fu Ying curled her lips towards him with a charming smile.

She is not some ordinary female who needs protection.

Feng Yin paused, his silver hair brushed across the cave like flowing clouds, and his slender figure was swallowed up by the wind and sand in an instant.

When the wind died down, Fengyin returned, bringing back only a herbivore.

Fu Ying was slightly stunned and looked at Feng Yin: "Have you eaten?"

Feng Yin didn't answer. A cold light flashed across her fingertips, and her sharp claws accurately cut open the animal's belly. The peeled fur was intact enough to be used as a blanket, and the bright red piece of meat was handed to her while it was still steaming.

Fu Ying blinked, took the cleaned herbivore, and roasted it over the fire.

The seasoning was spread evenly and soon a rich aroma came out.

Fu Ying casually tore off a golden roasted animal leg, took a few bites, and handed over the remaining roast meat.

Feng Yin's brows suddenly furrowed, his narrow eyes gleaming dangerously in the firelight. His voice was filled with displeasure: "This amount is not enough to feed even a cub."

Fu Ying looked at Beast Legs slowly and teased, "Your cubs will never starve."

Upon hearing this, the tips of Feng Yin's ears instantly turned blood red, and even the beast pattern on his forehead glowed faintly.

He turned his face away abruptly, his silver hair swaying violently on his shoulders as he moved. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and in the end, he could only snort in annoyance: "Just these few days..."

At this point, Feng Yin paused and said, "Do you think the cubs of high-level orcs are weeds by the roadside? The higher the star pattern, the harder it is to conceive offspring. This is common sense, hasn't the high-ranking witch learned it?"

Hearing this, Fu Ying paused slightly and looked at Feng Yin, with a hint of gloom on his beautiful face.

Fu Ying's eyes flickered as she smiled. She took the animal leg and sat next to Feng Yin, leaning close to him. Her charming voice made people's hearts numb: "It's okay, then come a few more times."

Feng Yin's breathing stagnated as the warmth beside him suddenly invaded his senses.

He tilted his head to look, his long and narrow eyelashes trembling slightly, and dark currents surged in his eyes, as if it was painful and burning.

The sharp claws quietly retreated, but the slender knuckles tightened and curled uncontrollably, and blue veins meandered on the back of the hand, as if trying to strangle some out-of-control emotions.

He suddenly spoke, his voice deep and lingering, with a raspy sound like sand rubbing against each other: "I will never be able to form a pact with you in this lifetime. In fact, I might even die from the backlash of the Beast God Contract."

Fu Ying pursed her lips and placed her fingertips on the back of his hand.

She took Feng Yin's hand, placed it against her cheek, and said in a voice as soft as freshly melted snow: "I'm here. Even if the Beast God comes, he has to get past me first. Besides, now that you have a cub, are you really going to let me raise it alone?"

Hearing her words, Feng Yin's heart began to ache.

Why, didn’t he meet Huahua at the beginning?

*

The night was cool as water, and the wind blew fine sand across the cave.

Feng Yin lowered his eyes and looked at Fu Ying's thin figure leaning against the corner of the wall, a ripple appearing in his eyes.

As the silver light flowed, he turned into a giant snow-white fox, wrapping her in fur, and his fluffy tail gently rested on her, blocking the wind and sand. The night wind howled, but it could no longer disturb her in the slightest.

Feng Yin rested his head on his front paws, his amber eyes half closed and half open.

Her body temperature shone through her fur, and the curse of the eternal night on Thorn Cliff seemed to fade.

In the early morning light, Fuying was awakened by the heat.

She looked at the white fur around her, blinked, and felt like she was in a field of snow.

When he turned his head, he met Feng Yin's amber eyes. Seeing that she was awake, he slowly retracted his tail, stood up, and shook off his frosty fur.

"Hold on tight." A lingering voice passed by her ears.

The snow-white, fluffy tail irresistibly wrapped around Fuying's waist, pulling her onto her back. The tip of the tail slowly slid away along her waistline, as slow as some kind of ambiguous measurement.

The next moment, the white fox jumped out of the cave like an arrow.

The sand dunes in the distance were gilded in the morning light, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

Fu Ying was completely immersed in Feng Yin's fluffy back hair, and his fingertips gently curled his fur.

She suddenly laughed: "We are like on a honeymoon."

After forming a bond, a male orc can only be ridden by his partner in his beastly state. This unwritten rule is an exception for Feng Yin.

Feng Yin ran very fast. When he heard Fu Ying's words, the tips of his ears twitched slightly: "What is a honeymoon?"

Fu Ying curled her lips, and her voice was like honey, gently tickling his eardrums with the wind.

"Honeymoon..." She deliberately leaned forward, her lips almost touching his erect ear. "It's when the male, after forming a bond, carries the female on his back and travels across every inch of the Orc Continent."

She finished her words, dragging out the last line of her voice: "Just like you are now."

Feng Yin's ears twitched suddenly, and his steps were subtly out of step.

Feeling his suddenly stiff back, Fu Ying smiled and said, "You carry me during the day, and I'll help you smooth your fur at night, okay?"