Chapter 82: Actually, I Died Once

Mo Yan hurriedly caught the cub that was thrown to him.

He ignored Fu Ying's heart-wrenching words, pursed his thin lips into a line, lifted the cub by the scruff of the neck, and when his scarlet eyes swept over the cub, he was a little disappointed. It was a male cub.

He turned around and handed the cub to the orc behind him, whose eyes were already red with excitement.

The male orc took the cub with trembling hands, carefully placed the cub against his cheek, his eyes moist, and a pair of gray wolf ears suddenly appeared on his head.

Obviously, the three cubs in Xishan's belly were from this wolf-orc.

Bai Cang strode forward, and his slender fingers grabbed Fu Ying's wrist without saying a word.

He didn't even glance at Xishan, but instead stared at Fuying's slightly furrowed brows: "Tired?"

Bai Cang's lingering tone was filled with unbreakable tenderness, and his fingertips gently stroked her wrist: "Shall we go back?"

Fu Ying nodded slightly, put away the medicine box, and let Bai Cang pull her out.

As he passed by Mo Yan, he heard his slightly hoarse voice: "Thank you."

Fu Ying had not paused as he stepped out of the cave when a rainstorm hit him in the face.

She didn't know when Teng had opened the oil-paper umbrella, and the umbrella was slightly tilted, just enough to create a rainless space for her.

Bai Cang put his arms around her and picked her up sideways.

Fu Ying leaned into his arms, her posture relaxed and lazy.

Teng followed closely with an umbrella in hand, the brim of the umbrella always firmly covering her head.

The three of them walked through the misty rain, stepped over the muddy water, and headed towards the cave where they lived.

Mo Yan stood at the entrance of the cave, the rain sliding down his outline, but he was completely unaware.

His scarlet eyes were fixed on the three people who were walking further and further away in the rain, as if no one could separate them. His knuckles were clenched until they turned white and veins popped out.

Gui stepped forward, placed his hand on his shoulder, and could clearly feel Mo Yan's tense muscles.

He also looked towards the rain, shook his head, and sighed softly: "Lan wants to see you, go over."

The rain gradually got heavier, blurring the last human figure in the distance.

Mo Yan finally withdrew his gaze, and when he turned around, the rain rolled down from the ends of his hair, bringing with it a cold feeling.

He seemed not to notice Gui's gaze and said calmly, "I understand."

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"Is it done?" Fu Ying looked at the huge tree lying across the entrance of the cave. The cracks were still filled with mud and sand, preventing the accumulated water from seeping in. The two people's work efficiency was quite high.

Teng held the umbrella slowly and leisurely, and the ribs of the umbrella turned a cold arc between his fingers.

He glanced at Fu Ying, his voice tinged with coldness: "It's all good, but when I came back, the person was gone. Some heartless person almost made Bai Cang expose his fallen orc identity."

A flash of lightning struck, illuminating the taut line of his jaw.

Fu Ying was stunned and looked at Bai Cang. He looked straight ahead and didn't say a word, but it was obvious that he was still angry.

Her narrow eyes turned slightly, and her hands gently protected her lower abdomen: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I am doing a good thing. Besides, Xishan has three cubs in her belly, which adds up to four lives!"

She lifted a strand of Bai Cang's silver hair and said seriously, "Now I am going to be a mother. If nothing else, I have to save some blessings for the cub in my belly and let the Beast God bless me, right?"

The umbrella in Teng's hand paused slightly, and he turned to look at Fu Ying, his dark green pupils slightly deepening.

He suddenly chuckled: "So, our Ah Ying is being nice to us for this reason?"

There was a smile on Teng's lips, but that smile did not reach his eyes.

People who have been severely traumatized are always extra sensitive, like wounded beasts, able to smell danger from the slightest change in tone.

His knuckles turned slightly white, the ribs of the umbrella were almost crushed, and blue veins were faintly visible on the back of his hand.

Fu Ying's words "accumulate blessings" and "let the beast god bless you" were like a thorn, piercing accurately into the heart that he was most reluctant to be touched, as if everything she did was just for this and had nothing to do with them themselves.

The sound of rain outside the cave was getting heavier, and the water drops hitting the stone wall were like some kind of silent accusation.

Fu Ying paused slightly and turned to look at Teng. He had a sinister aura and dark eyes.

Bai Cang didn't have any special reaction, he just drooped his eyelashes, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes looked slightly pale.

When I returned to the cave, a warm feeling hit me.

Bai Cang gently placed Fu Ying on the stone bed and whispered, "Are you hungry?"

As he spoke, he turned around and began to pack up his prey, while Teng squatted silently by the fire pit. The dry branches made crisp snapping sounds in his palms, and sparks crackled, illuminating the corners of his tense lips.

The two of them had a clear division of labor, but no one spoke again, as if there was an invisible barrier between them and Fu Ying.

The firelight in the cave flickered, illuminating the silent figures of three people.

Fu Ying looked at their silhouettes outlined by the firelight, pursed her red lips, and felt a little headache.

She knew very well that some wounds could not be healed by a few light explanations.

The cruelest thing in the world is that the person who once pushed you into hell gently pulls you to heaven. The irony is that you can't leave this person and even fall in love with him.

Fu Ying sat on the bed, pulling the fluffy quilt around her. She parted her red lips and said, "Actually, I've died once, so I'm no longer the real Fu Ying."

Bai Cang's hand that was handling the prey suddenly paused, and the bone knife reflected a cold light in the firelight.

The action of adding firewood also paused slightly. With the force of his fingertips, the dead branches were instantly crushed into powder.

Both of them looked up at Fu Ying, their backs tensed at the same time because of her words.

Fu Ying slowly bent her knees and rested her chin on them. The firelight cast tiny shadows under her eyelashes. Her charming voice was as light as a wisp of smoke: "On the day when the Oasis Tribe was destroyed..."

"My skull was cracked. When Tanyue took me away, I was already dead."

Teng and Bai Cang's bodies suddenly stiffened and their faces turned pale.

"I can't remember how I lived afterwards." He tilted his head, the dancing flames reflected in his pupils. His voice was very soft: "I woke up as a witch. I think it was the Beast God who asked me to make up for my past mistakes."

Fu Ying's voice was like a sharp knife scraping through the bone marrow, every word cutting into the heart.

“Only after dying once did I understand that if I did something wrong, I had to admit it.”

"Being good to you is not to accumulate blessings, but to atone for my sins."

"I just want to get you all back and make everything go back to the time when I didn't hurt you."

As soon as he finished speaking, thunder roared outside the cave and heavy rain poured down, covering up the sound.

Bai Cang's pupils contracted violently, his chest felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock, and even his breathing stagnated.

He looked at Fu Ying's pale face. The beautiful face that always had an arrogant look in his memory was no longer there. The person in front of him was as fragile as a dead branch, as if it would break with the slightest touch.

His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and he strode forward and pulled the person into his arms.

Fu Ying pressed her cheek against his violently heaving chest and heard his heartbeat like a drum.

His voice, which was always low and lingering, was now hoarse, but his knuckles gently ran through her scattered long hair: "What a fool you are. Who asked you to atone for your sins?"

Teng Jiang sat by the fire pit, the flames tearing his figure into pieces.

He slowly raised his hands, his slender knuckles twitching slightly in the flickering firelight, as if stained with blood.

Memories bit at his nerves like a venomous snake.

The noisy oasis tribe was filled with roars, cries, and the flashing of swords. His hair was disheveled, his dark green eyes were tinged with scarlet, and he held a stone high, with Fu Ying's frightened and pale face below him.

"It's me..." His voice trembled, as if squeezed out from between his teeth: "It's me, I killed you."

A ball of flame suddenly exploded in the fire pit, illuminating the scarlet and wet corners of his eyes.

Bai Cang's arms suddenly tightened, and he seemed a little frightened.

The body of the Teng trembled slightly, and the dull sound of stones smashing its skull seemed to echo in its ears.

Fu Ying withdrew from Bai Cang's arms, got off the stone bed, walked to Teng's side, gently held his trembling wrist, and said in a soft voice: "I don't blame you. If it weren't for you, I might not be able to see how hateful I am."

Teng suddenly raised his head, and his dark green pupils shrank into a thin line.

In the light of the fire, her eyes were crystal clear, and there was no trace of that cruel and vicious woman anymore.

The warmth from her palm burned him so much that he trembled.

Only then did he understand that the most painful punishment was not revenge, but when he was blinded by hatred, he actually pushed away the hands that were holding his tightly.

Even, kill her.