The Beast God's Festival [Finale]

More than two years passed in a flash.

Soon, the cold season of the year arrived again.

Today, they took out more than 20 eggs from the chicken coop. Fu Ying was in a good mood and cooked hot pot himself.

There was heavy snow outside the window and steam was billowing on the corridor.

Fu Ying was wearing thick clothes with a circle of fluffy white fox fur on his fur collar. The soup in the simmering pot was bubbling. The green vegetables were grown by himself, and the meat was the tender blue sheep hunted by Zhecang.

Grab a thin piece of meat and dip it in sesame sauce. I wouldn’t trade it for anything even if you gave me money!

Not to mention Fu Ying, even Zhe Cang's handsome face turned slightly red from eating.

Fu Ying's eyes curved as she poured him a glass of wine: "This is the fruit wine I brewed last year. It tastes pretty good. Want to try it?"

Zeng Cang raised his eyes and looked at her, with a faint smile in his dark eyes.

He raised his glass and gently clinked it with the glass in Fu Ying's hand, then drank it all in one gulp, his face becoming even more flushed.

Fu Ying looked at the white sky, exhaled lightly, and turned into mist and dissipated.

She propped her cheek with her arm and looked at Zhe Cang: "Tell me, what's the good of you staying here?"

She was about to leave, and she originally didn't want to involve anyone, as this would affect her feelings and judgment. Unexpectedly, the beast husbands of several mission targets were unable to accompany her to the end. Instead, this god stayed here honestly for a year.

The departure time announced by 007 has become eighteen days.

Time passed so quickly that she almost forgot that she was just a tasker.

Zhe Cang's expression paused slightly, he looked up at Fu Ying and said quietly, "You still want to leave?"

Fu Ying chuckled, opened his arms and faced the cold wind blowing in from the window: "Of course!"

After she finished speaking, she paused and looked at Zhe Cang with smiling eyes: "So, why do you know?"

Zhe Cang looked at her silently. Suddenly, in addition to the heavy snow, wisps of golden light flew in the sky. The light was very dazzling, almost illuminating most of the sky, and gathered in the air to form a long bridge, leading directly to Fuying.

She was slightly surprised, as if she didn't understand where the surging power of faith surrounding her came from.

Ever since she was "struck to death" by thunder in public two years ago, the power of faith has become much thinner. In recent times, it has become almost non-existent. After all, she, the beast god, is already dead in the eyes of the public and can no longer protect them.

Zhe Cang stretched out his hand towards Fu Ying: "Do you want to go and take a look?"

Fu Ying's expression slightly withered, he looked at Zhe Cang and said indifferently: "I have forgotten it."

"Since you have forgotten, why are you afraid?" Zhe Cang said in a calm voice, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

Fu Ying lowered his eyes and took another sip of fruit wine: "I'm not afraid, I just don't want to."

She didn't want to disrupt their gradually peaceful life, didn't want to stir up the waves in her heart again, and didn't want everything in this small world to affect her upcoming life. This place didn't belong to her from the beginning to the end.

She is not "Fuying", not an orc, and it is impossible for her to stay here forever.

In life, being able to spend a short time together is already a matter of fate, and there is no need to force too much in many cases.

Zeng Cang looked at her quietly. In a moment, he waved his hand and the surroundings changed.

Fu Ying glanced at him coldly, but the next moment, he involuntarily turned his gaze in one direction.

There, orange lights were floating in the sea, and the huge triangular sea area was almost covered with lights.

On the coast, many orcs knelt on the ground, with their hands clasped together, looking at the sea devoutly. Silent voices rang out one after another, but as the beast god, Fu Ying could hear them especially clearly.

"I hope Lord Beast God will come back again."

One word, thousands of voices.

Zhe Cang stood beside Fu Ying, looking at the orcs, and said softly: "I have never seen such a magnificent scene on the Orc Continent."

Fu Ying ignored him and looked at the front of the crowd.

There, stood seven males.

Danyue, Baicang, Teng, Qinglan, Wu, Luoheng, and Buyehou, each of them seemed to have faded from memory, but now appeared clearly before his eyes, and the scenes from the past echoed in his mind like a movie.

Tanyue's expression was gentle, and her light blue eyes were filled with deep longing.

Bai Cang's silver hair fluttered freely in the wind, and his gorgeous eyes looked into the distance with a sense of emptiness.

Teng's almost pale face was very cold, and there was no trace of human emotion in his dark green pupils.

Qinglan was thin, with only her long flaxen hair combed smoothly, and the jade ornaments on it jingled.

The golden-red wings of the duck spread out in the wind, making a rustling sound, and its back stood straight.

Luo Heng exuded a faint fragrance, her purple curly hair scattered behind her, but she looked extremely haggard.

The Marquis of Buye folded his arms across his chest, his brows full of violence. The Zerg behind him were overwhelming, all kneeling down in worship.

Fu Ying looked at them, pursed her red lips. They seemed different from what she remembered.

Zhe Cang turned his head to look at her: "Today is the Beast God Festival. They have been searching for you for two years and have never given up. They don't believe that you are dead. If all the power of the Orc Continent cannot bring you back, perhaps everything will end."

Fu Ying lowered his eyes and suddenly chuckled at himself: "Stay, then what?"

She turned to look at Zhe Cang, her eyes icy. "Let me continue to be this Beast God, watching them die one by one, and then meet a new male and start a new story? Day after day? Zhe Cang, is this fair to me? I'm an alien soul, and right in front of me is the joy of a promotion and a raise. Why should I give it all up for a virtual relationship? No matter who or what, nothing can change my mind."

Zhe Cang looked at her again with eyes full of "divinity".

Fu Ying sneered, turned around and left.

She can't stay here!

"Aying." The voice was clearly calm, yet it seemed to be suppressing tremendous strength, hiding some emotions that were so hot that they were almost burning.

Fu Ying's steps suddenly stopped, and surprise appeared in his eyes.

She suddenly turned her head to look at Zhe Cang. At this moment, the eternal, alienated and noble "divinity" around him faded like the tide, and his dark eyes looked straight at her. The look was deep, as if it had passed through endless loss of control and carried an unspeakable weight.

At this moment, all those dusty and passionate memories came flooding back like a flood.

"Ah...Ah Cang?" Fu Ying's voice trembled uncontrollably, and he looked at Zeng Cang, almost speechless.

There was a gleam of water in Zhe Cang's eyes, but the tears did not fall, but only made his eyes darker and brighter.

He called her softly again, each word wrapped in the preciousness of lost and regained: "Aying."

This sound completely shattered all her attempts to maintain composure!

Fu Ying choked with sobs, like a bird that had finally found its home, and suddenly threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Her body was shaking with intense emotion.

I see.

She entered the cycle of reincarnation and became a tasker of the Space-Time Administration who traveled through all the worlds. All the seemingly accidental choices she made were only for one person.

Zhe Cang is a natural god, and so is she.

However, he experienced a catastrophe that shattered his seven emotions and suffered a terrifying backlash, and his life was almost hanging by a thread.

In order to save him, she voluntarily stripped herself of her divine nature, fell into endless reincarnation, and traveled through the universe with her tiny body, just to find a chance to save him.

He is the will of this small world. His shattered emotions transformed into orcs of various shapes, scattered in all directions, and experienced hardships. But she, bit by bit, stitch by stitch, retrieved those "fragments", warmed them, repaired them, and pieced them back together.

The backlash ended and he was reborn.

But she had forgotten everything due to several reincarnations.

Until now.

Zhe Cang hugged her tightly, almost embedding her into his body, and said in a hoarse voice: "Can you not leave?"

Fu Ying listened to his broken voice and muttered, "I'm the leader here anyway, right?"

How could she still choose to leave him after thinking about all this?

Hearing Fu Ying's words, Zhe Cang couldn't help but chuckle: "Yes, you are, I can be your subordinate employee."

Fu Ying couldn't smile. She pulled out of his embrace and looked at Zhe Cang, her red eyes full of questions: "So, why didn't you sleep with me? And what about that A Rong that Lie Xiao mentioned?"

His dark eyes were filled with innocence: "What Arong? Who is that?"

"Zhen Cang! You——"

A light and hot kiss blocked her red lips.