Chapter 64 Huahua, the indenture binds me

When the Teng came back, it brought back a lot of prey, mostly herbivores.

He handed the cleaned snow-white animal skin to Fu Ying, his dark green eyes full of flattery: "Huahua..."

Fu Ying pursed her lips, took Teng's hand and sat down at the table. She pulled off the animal hide on his body and looked at the bloody mess on his neck. Her face darkened slightly. "I rescued you and you treat yourself like this?"

Teng's face turned pale, and he asked cautiously, "Are you angry?"

Fu Ying let go of his hand and stared at Teng coldly.

Teng's fingertips trembled slightly, and gently climbed up Fuying's wrist and held it loosely.

His crimson lips opened and closed several times, and finally a hissing sound escaped: "I..."

As his Adam's apple rolled, the bloody mark on his neck trembled slightly. Teng's voice suddenly dropped, and when he listened carefully, he could even hear a few sobs: "Touching you with such a dirty mark, I feel... disgusted."

Fu Ying: “…”

She looked at the stubborn Teng with complicated eyes, took out some medicine powder and sprinkled it on his wound.

"Do you hate Fu Ying so much?"

Teng looked at her profile as she bent down to apply medicine on him, and his tense shoulders finally relaxed.

His dark green pupils dilated slightly, a red still lingering around his eyes. His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice was so low and hoarse it was almost gentle: "In the past... seeking revenge on Fu Ying was the only thing that kept me alive."

Teng paused, resting his forehead lightly on the back of her hand, breathing tremblingly: "But now... I have something more important in my life."

"Huahua, the indenture binds me."

"Even if a female like Fu Ying doesn't die at my hands, she will die at the hands of someone else."

"I'm starting to get scared. I'm afraid the pact will backfire on me and I won't be able to be with you forever."

Teng's mumbling made Fu Ying pause slightly.

She lowered her eyes to look at Teng and whispered, "You don't want to kill her anymore?"

Teng's dark green eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and his eyes were full of sinister cruelty, but eventually turned into tenderness: "If I kill her, I will die. I don't want to die with her, I just want to be with you now."

Fu Ying sighed softly, hooked his chin with his fingertips, stared at him intently for a long while, and said, "This indenture is a part of you, I like it too."

The next moment, Fu Ying leaned against Teng's ear, his lips brushing the tip of his ear: "If I see you gouge out the inscription mark again and hurt yourself, I will kiss the inscription mark all over, understand?"

Teng stared at Fu Ying in a daze, then suddenly chuckled, his dark green eyes like a crescent moon: "Okay."

Fu Ying patted Teng's head and said, "Be good."

She turned to look at the prey scattered on the ground and said, "Shall we have hot pot today?"

"Hot pot?" Teng looked puzzled.

Fu Ying stepped forward and picked up the prey: "Just wait, no need to do anything."

Teng snatched it away, his handsome face full of seriousness: "No! The male's responsibility is to feed the female. Just tell me what you want to eat, and I will prepare it and feed it to you."

In this way, Fu Ying became a "waste" who had everything provided for him.

She sat on the side and gave orders. Teng had a talent for cooking, and soon, the hot pot was boiling with fiery red hot pot. Smelling the familiar smell, Fu Ying almost cried. Fortunately, she brought the hot pot base!

"A-choo—A-choo—" Teng's pale skin was reddened by the spicy hot pot, but he didn't leave the stove. However, looking at the boiling red soup, he hesitated: "Is this... can this really be eaten?"

"Of course!" Fu Ying nodded heavily. She had been waiting for this for too long.

Seeing her eagerness, Teng's brows relaxed. The wisps of steam rising from the bottom of the pot softened his features. "Then eat more. Only then can the cub in your belly grow up well."

Fu Ying almost choked when he heard the fatherly tone.

She turned her eyes slightly and asked, "Teng, is there no way to remove the bond marks on the Orc Continent?"

After she finished speaking, she was afraid that the sensitive snake beastman would think too much, so she hurriedly said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious and asking. After all, Fu Ying has harmed so many males. Do these males have no choice but to risk their lives and kill Fu Ying to avenge themselves? Wouldn't that be too much of a loss? Can't we break the contract and then take action?"

Teng's originally tense jaw relaxed slightly, and there was tenderness in his dark green eyes.

He shook his head, his deep voice tinged with sarcasm, "On the Orc Continent, only females can break a mate contract, but no female would do so, because if they do, they'll be the one to suffer the consequences."

"Does the contract mark also restrict females?" Fu Ying was slightly surprised. She really didn't know this.

Teng nodded slightly. "When a female takes the initiative to terminate a bond, it means abandonment. It tramples upon the male's dignity and life. The male who is terminated will be branded as an abandoned person and will never be accepted by a female again."

He raised his hand and touched the scar on his neck. His voice was icy: "Females are already favored by the Beast God. If there is no restraint, they will wantonly play with and abandon males."

After hearing this, Fu Ying understood and nodded, saying, "So, after the contract is broken, at least the female will not be restricted by the contract pattern. Even if the female dies, the male will not be implicated!"

Hearing this, Teng curled his lips and sneered, "A female like Fu Ying is selfish and will never break the contract."

"Okay, don't think about it. Fu Ying was taken away by Dan Yue. Maybe she's hiding on an island somewhere. Even her beast husband can't transform into a beast. She's on the verge of death. Maybe she'll just keep hiding and no one will find her."

"Eat something, you must be hungry."

As he spoke, Teng raised his eyes and looked at Fu Ying, his eyes full of tenderness.

Fu Ying nodded, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, dipped it in sesame paste and took a bite. It was delicious!

The meat of wild beasts in the Orc Continent is very chewy and strong, and it is easy to fill you up.

However, since Fu Ying became pregnant, her appetite has increased greatly. In a short while, she had eaten up all the meat of an entire herbivore. Even so, she was still nagged by Teng for a long time, complaining that she ate too little.

"You try it too." Fu Ying picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and fed it to Teng.

"Hiss--" The scorching hot spicy taste rushed to the tip of the tongue, and the cold white face of Teng instantly turned slightly red. The dark green pupils were covered with a layer of shimmering watery light, and even the tails of the eyes were dyed with bright color.

Fu Ying chuckled, suddenly leaned closer, and kissed him on his spicy lips.

She jokingly said, "It has to be my family's Teng. Every bite of hot pot tastes so delicious!"

When Mo Yan walked to the entrance of the cave, he smelled a spicy fragrance in the air. He walked in with a frown, and heard Fu Ying's laughing voice and Teng's ambiguous "hissing" sound.

His face darkened, his scarlet pupils contracted, and his eyes were filled with sinister displeasure.

Teng suddenly turned his head to look at the cave entrance and said coldly, "Since when did you start eavesdropping?"

Mo Yan walked into the cave with lazy steps, a playful smile on his evil face.

He looked at Teng slowly and leisurely, a meaningful arc appeared on the corner of his lips: "Brother, congratulations, there will be a day when you can recover your strength."

Without even raising his eyelids, Teng spoke in a voice as cold as ice: "Are you done?"

Mo Yan shrugged, half bent over, and scanned the spicy hot pot with his narrow eyes: "I'm here to pass on a message. Someone from outside the tribe has come, and they came specifically to look for you."

"Looking for me?" His brows were slightly furrowed, his dark green eyes half-closed, and a hint of alertness flashed in his eyes.

Ever since his beast crystal was dug out, everyone has been avoiding him since he returned to the Cangshan tribe. Who would look for him?

Mo Yan's scarlet eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at the relaxed Fu Ying, then at Teng. A sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his lips: "Your strength has recovered, but you've forgotten your 'brother' who shared the same suffering?"

He deliberately drew out his words, his fingertips carelessly stroking the cave wall. "You probably won't forget, will you? After all... you're all Fuying's 'beast husbands.'"

He emphasized the word "beast husband" with a blatant provocation.