Chapter 65: Snow Leopard Husband, Qinglan

"Beast husband?!"

As soon as Mo Yan finished speaking, Fu Ying's eyes suddenly widened and her eyelashes trembled rapidly.

The cave suddenly became quiet.

Teng paused slightly, turned his head and looked at Fu Ying, with a glimmer in his dark green vertical pupils. He stared at every subtle change in Fu Ying's expression without blinking.

Mo Yan also turned his head and looked thoughtfully at Fu Ying, whose eyes suddenly lit up.

He knew Fu Ying's identity, but he didn't understand why Fu Ying, who had always been cruel and ruthless and had done all kinds of evil things to these beastly husbands, suddenly rekindled her interest in them?

First it was Tanyue, then Teng, and then what? Why?

Mo Yan stared at Fu Ying with his scarlet eyes and said slowly, "Yes, an old acquaintance of Teng came from outside the tribe. Like him, he is Fu Ying's beast husband."

Hearing what he said, Fu Ying put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and ran out of the cave.

Another mission target was delivered to the door.

Teng looked at Fu Ying who rushed out of the cave without hesitation, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

Mo Yan glanced at him, sneered, but said nothing and followed him out.

Fu Ying saw many male orcs along the way. They had recovered after swallowing the antidote for viper saliva.

She didn't bother to look any further and trotted to the entrance of the tribe.

Under the ancient tree at the entrance of the tribe, a slender figure was leaning lazily against the trunk.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting tiny specks of light on his flaxen hair. He played with a dead leaf with his fingertips, and when he heard footsteps, he raised his eyes slightly.

Fu Ying looked at his empty eyes and was stunned.

Those eyes were like two pitch-black holes, with hideous scars still remaining on the edges, as if they had been torn apart alive.

His eyes were gouged out.

As for who did it, no one except "Fuying" could do it.

And Fu Ying also recognized this male.

The snow leopard orc, Qinglan, is also one of the beastmen of "Fuying".

Qinglan heard the sound, tilted his head, and looked in her direction: "It's not a teng, a female?"

His voice was ethereal and pleasant, and when he tilted his head, the bone ornaments in his hair jingled with the movement.

Putting aside her eyes, Qinglan is also very beautiful, with a very clean beauty.

His facial features are very delicate, his brow bones are superior, and his expression is cool and lazy. A casual glance at him gives people the feeling of a white moonlight male god.

Fu Ying stared at Qing Lan for a moment, cursing inwardly: "That damned girl of the original owner, even though she eats so well, she's still so picky! She spends all day studying the 'Villain Training Guide', courting death!"

Perhaps because she had been staring at him for too long, Qinglan lowered his head again, and said in a cold, ethereal voice, "I scared you."

Fu Ying came back to his senses and lowered his voice: "No, Teng will be here soon."

Hearing her mention Teng, Qinglan couldn't help but glance at her: "Are you familiar with Teng?"

Fu Ying was about to speak when Teng's voice came over: "Qinglan? Why are you here?"

Qinglan's broken eyelashes trembled slightly, and his empty eye sockets turned towards the source of the sound.

Teng Xing came to Fu Ying's side, his dark green pupils flickering slightly. He raised his voice slightly, and his fingertips hooked a strand of Fu Ying's scattered hair: "Hua Hua, why are you running so fast?"

Mo Yan stood aside, his arms folded, his bony fingers tapping his arms occasionally.

There was a playful smile on the corner of his lips, and his scarlet animal eyes moved back and forth between the three people.

He also wanted to know why Fu Ying ran so fast. Her beast husbands were now disabled and couldn't even transform into beasts. She went to great lengths to heal them. Was she atonement to the Beast God?

At this moment, Qinglan's body suddenly straightened, his eyes trembling violently, and he walked towards Teng following the scent. Then, a look of surprise appeared on his cold face: "Are you okay?"

The breath of the six-star beastman, wrapped in the power of thunder, is difficult to ignore.

Teng obviously didn't want to talk more on this topic. He hummed lightly and asked, "You suddenly came to the Cangshan tribe. Are you here to ask about Fu Ying?"

The air froze for a moment because of this name.

Qinglan shook his head: "After the Cangshan tribe destroyed the Oasis tribe, I returned to the tribe. Their disease has become more and more serious. I don't have time to waste on Fuying."

As he spoke, Qinglan's empty eye sockets turned towards the direction of the Oasis Tribe.

He slowly raised his arm, and on the back of his white hand was a rotting totem pattern.

Fu Ying frowned slightly: "What is this?"

Before Qinglan could speak, Mo Yan took action first.

He frowned, took a half step back without leaving a trace, and said in a deep voice to Fu Ying, "I advise you to stay away from him. The plague is a terrible curse that can destroy the tribe. Anyone infected will be beyond help!"

When Qinglan heard Mo Yan's words, he nodded as if he agreed.

"Tribal totem, my tribe is declining due to the epidemic, and the power of the totem is also taking back at my body." Qinglan's voice was still ethereal, and his empty eyes looked towards Fu Ying, as if he was looking into her eyes.

Teng looked at Qinglan in front of him, and a hint of obscurity flashed in his dark green eyes.

Just as Mo Yan said, he and Qinglan had both suffered the same fate.

The difference is that he has Huahua, the beast crystal returns to his heart, and his strength is restored.

"You come to me for help?" Teng spoke in a hoarse voice, his facial lines becoming increasingly sharp.

Qing tilted his head, his arms hanging limply, and the rotten totem that had penetrated deep into his flesh and blood flashed a dark light at his side.

He nodded slightly and said, "Could you please ask the witch from the Cangshan tribe to accompany me back to the tribe?"

Hearing this, Mo Yan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and a sarcastic sneer appeared on his lips: "Your tribe is beyond saving. Even the witch Fusheng from the Oasis Tribe who is proficient in healing can't save it."

Then, he narrowed his pupils, his fangs faintly visible in the shadows. "What's more, your tribe is cursed by a plague, and you're sending the witch from the Cangshan tribe to go there. Are you planning to drag him down with you to be buried with you?"

Teng frowned, looked at Qinglan's empty eyes, paused slightly, and let out an almost inaudible sigh from his throat: "Qinglan, I can't help you. Although Mo Yan's words are harsh, they are also the truth."

"As we all know, there is no cure for the epidemic..."

"It's not a cure." Qinglan suddenly interrupted Teng.

He raised his hand, and his rotten hand gently stroked the bone knife at his waist: "It's a sacrifice."

"The tribe's witch is dead. We have no one to preside over the ritual, so we can't worship the beast god."

"I wish to burn myself to death and offer the flesh and blood of my entire clan as a sacrifice, praying to the Beast God to show his power and punish the evil female who brought the plague."

As soon as the words fell, there was silence all around.

Mo Yan glanced at Qinglan silently, then looked away and his gaze fell on Fu Ying.

She stood beside Teng, motionless, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Are you crazy?!" Teng's pupils contracted violently and he looked at Qinglan in disbelief.

Qing Lan tilted his head and suddenly chuckled. His cold and clean face was pure in smile, but his eyes, like black holes, were as deep as the abyss, cold and unusual. "Crazy? I was already crazy when I met Fu Ying."

After he finished speaking, he continued softly: "Aren't you the same?"

Qinglan looked quietly in the direction of Teng. His tall body seemed particularly thin in the wind. The bone ornaments in his hair trembled slightly in the wind, and the collisions made crisp sounds that were very pleasant to the ears.

"Teng, I have no choice."

"Will you help me?"