She won't like me

Xingkong noticed Teng's gaze and was silent for a moment, but did not hide it.

At this time, Fu Ying's voice came: "Xingkong, I'm glad that the Liekong Tribe can come."

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar charming voice, Xingkong clenched his fist imperceptibly. A smile appeared on his face again. He turned to look at Fu Ying and shrugged, "I thought the witch had forgotten me. Otherwise, why didn't she invite our Liekong tribe? Instead, she asked Chief Mo Yan to come in person. Hey, I thought we were friends."

Fu Ying looked at the starry sky with a raised eyebrow and a carefree look, and chuckled softly: "Sorry, I didn't think it through."

She originally thought that pterosaurs, like golden eagles, would migrate to warmer places in winter. Unexpectedly, they did not leave and asked Mo Yan to invite them over. It was a bit embarrassing to say.

Xingkong looked at her expression, his tense nerves relaxed, and he said softly, "It's okay."

As they were talking, a female walked out from the Liekong tribe, took Xingkong's arm, and looked at Fu Ying with a critical look. Although she didn't say anything, one could see the targeting in her eyes.

Fu Ying turned his head and looked at her, as if he didn't see her hostility, and nodded at her.

Qing He was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, Fu Ying had already turned around. A voice came through her back: "Come in, let's discuss the migration. If there are no problems, we will set off tomorrow morning."

Mo Yan glanced at the starry sky, asked Gui Helan to settle the orcs of the Cangshan tribe, and then followed Fu Ying into the tent.

Teng glanced at Qinghe with a cold look. He would not tolerate anyone who showed malice towards his females.

However, out of respect for Xingkong, he didn't say anything harsh, didn't greet Xingkong again, and followed him into the tent.

Xingkong took a deep breath, closed his eyes, ignored Qinghe, and turned to settle the members of the Liekong tribe.

Qinghe looked at her arm that was thrown away, bit her lip, and her face turned pale.

After settling the tribesmen, Xingkong dragged his heavy steps towards the tent. However, he was stopped by Qinghe after taking a step. She lowered her voice and said through gritted teeth, "You have already formed a pact with me. You must stay away from her!"

Xingkong snorted softly, but the fatigue of his body was far less than his mental exhaustion.

He raised his eyelids and said calmly, "Do you want me to repeat it? We became bound because of my father, not because we like each other. I've already said that I will do what a partner should do. You don't need to provoke Fu Ying."

Qinghe looked at his indifferent expression and felt a surge of hatred in her heart.

She growled, "You know! What I want is your affection! I won't allow you to like other females!"

Xingkong was silent for a long time. This time, there was no sarcasm or indifference on his face, only calmness. "You can have many males, and they will all like you. You should have known when we first formed the bond that I don't like you."

Qinghe looked at his calm and resolute expression, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Xingkong looked at the female's tears falling, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

He reached out and wiped away Qinghe's tears, and whispered, "Don't cry, I've already made a pact, she won't like me."

He and Qinghe were both very clear about this.

The last time, when he left the Black Crocodile Swamp, he had let it go.

Fu Ying didn't like him, but he also had to be responsible for the Liekong tribe. He left in a carefree manner at the beginning, and when he made a pact with Qinghe, he was just as carefree and didn't think too much about it. Anyway, after hiding his thoughts, what difference did it make who he made a pact with?

His father wanted him to form a covenant with Qinghe, and Qinghe also liked him. When they formed the covenant, he made everything clear, and she was still willing to form a covenant with him. That was enough, and he didn't owe anyone anything.

After saying that, Xingkong turned around and walked towards the tent without stopping at all.

The heavy snow blurred Qinghe's vision. Hot tears rolled down and hit the ground like magma falling into the ice.

*

As soon as he entered the tent, warmth swept over Xingkong's body.

He raised his eyes to look at the people in the tent and smiled carefreely: "It's really warm. Wu is really different."

Teng rolled his eyes and said in a natural tone: "I've been waiting for you."

Xingkong chuckled, strode forward, glanced at the map on the table, and was slightly surprised: "What is this?"

"The map to the Triangle Sea was drawn after consulting many wandering orcs. Of course, it can't guarantee infallibility, but it can at least guide us to find the shortest route to the Triangle Sea, saving us a lot of time."

Fu Ying pointed to a winding red line on the map, which almost extended from one end of the map to the other.

The red line is like a burning flame, silently telling of an unknown adventure.

"Map?" Xingkong perked up and took a closer look. Suddenly, he pointed at a familiar spot and exclaimed, "Is this the Cangshan Tribe? And this cliff, is this the Liekong Tribe?!"

He was both shocked and excited. Although he had never seen such a thing, he could vaguely sense the benefits of the map to their migration.

Mo Yan and Jing Qiang turned their heads to look at him, feeling vaguely relieved. God knows how shocked they were when they first learned about this thing. Finally, someone felt the same way as them. This shows that the "map" is indeed an extremely powerful thing.

Teng glanced at him and said teasingly, "Now I know. Following A Ying to the Triangle Sea will definitely not go wrong!"

Xingkong nodded, and when he looked up at Fu Ying, his eyes were filled with admiration and emotion.

Fu Ying pointed to the route on the map and explained it to everyone one by one. He then said, "It's the cold season now, and traveling is difficult and arduous. Since we have decided to travel together, let's help each other and reach the Triangle Sea together."

She spoke in a steady voice. As she finished speaking, she swept her eyes over the crowd, and a sharp light flashed in her narrow eyes.

"I need to remind you that if anyone causes trouble along the way, I believe you all know how I will deal with it."

"Alright, I still have some animal skins here. Take them back and distribute them to the older orcs, as well as the females and cubs. We'll set out early tomorrow morning and try to reach the Triangle Sea as soon as possible."

She raised her chin slightly, nodded in understanding, and led everyone out of the tent.

The wind and snow blew snow particles onto the tent, making a crackling sound.

Tanyue ran her slender fingers through Fuying's long hair, stroking it gently, and said, "Are you tired? Do you want to rest?"

Fu Ying shook his head: "Go and get busy. You have to leave the Black Crocodile Swamp tomorrow, and you have a lot to do."

Tan Yue chuckled softly, leaned over and gave her a feather-like kiss on the forehead: "Then I'll go call Luo Heng to accompany you."

As the only male among Fuying's three remaining partners who is not bound by any tribe or clan ties, Luoheng has been responsible for taking care of the cubs recently. He has a gentle personality and is very patient with the cubs. He can weave animal-shaped dolls with vines. The cubs also like their father Luoheng very much.