The beastly husbands are on the verge of collapse

Putting the mission aside, among the several beastly husbands, she does like the type of Tanyue.

The gentle mermaid orc lowered his eyes and looked at her, with a hint of red in his light blue eyes.

After a long moment, he whispered, "He's right. I am indeed a male who has failed in his duties."

Fu Ying frowned, looked at him with some dissatisfaction, leaned over and kissed Danyue's lips hard with great force.

Tanyue groaned and was knocked backward by the sudden kiss, but his slender hands did not forget to cover her waist, fearing that she would fall. It was not until his thin, pale lips were stained with blood that Fuying slowly let go.

"It's not that you failed in your duty, it's that I used to be unworthy of being your partner."

"But you see, everything is getting better now."

"Let the scars of the past remain in the past. Now we have more important things to do: nurture new life and start a new life, right? Tanyue, I only wish to see the stars in your eyes, and I also wish you to be as free as the wind, following your heart."

His azure tail fin swayed slightly uneasily, and the corners of his eyes, which had turned red from being kissed, were moist.

"Now, just look at me, okay?" Fu Ying stroked his azure belly scales with his fingertips, slowly sliding down along the lines of distinct texture, and wherever he went, he set the prairie on fire.

Let’s put the sandworms of the Qijing tribe aside for now and touch their abdominal muscles more.

There was a dark tide surging in Danyue's light blue eyes, brewing a storm.

The next moment, he suddenly pressed Fu Ying into his arms, taking the initiative. He held her waist with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, kissing her lips. The gentle orc became extremely possessive at this moment.

The gauze was like mist, scattered all over the ground.

Danyue sniffed the milky aroma wafting from the sea shells, and her Adam's apple rolled.

His eyes dimmed slightly and he lowered his head to stop her.

Fu Ying let out a light moan, and her fingers suddenly ran through his hair. The long blue hair poured out from between her fingers, as if she was holding a handful of sparkling waves.

The slightly sweet taste melted on the tip of the tongue, and Danyue's pupils instantly turned vertical, with a bit of wildness.

His jaw was tense, as if he was drowning in love, or as if he was trying hard to restrain his ferocious animal instincts.

Fu Ying traced Danyue's cold white skin with a silver glow with his fingertips.

The orc in front of me, who was so beautiful that it made my heart ache, had lost the numbness and dejection that I had when I first met him. At this moment, the corners of his eyes were red, but still pure, with a kind of holiness that was bewitching and captivating, making people want to... bully him severely.

She liked the way he looked when he was stained, and wanted his holiness to be tainted for her.

…

The tribal trading event on land opened with great fanfare but ended abruptly.

The orcs left one after another, and more than a dozen tribes retreated in disgrace. The lush grass still lay on the ground, representing the traces of the bustling crowds that once existed here.

"Is this the place?"

The low and hoarse voice seemed to be wrapped in clouds and mist, slowly spreading in the empty space.

The orc bent his knees and half-knelt on the ground, his bony fingers gently stroking the dark brown bloodstains on the ground.

The blood had already dried up, but after being soaked and washed by the drizzle, it began to smell fishy and sweet again. It was very familiar, so familiar that it made one's chest tighten and one's heart ache.

Bai Cang's breathing stagnated for a moment, and his eyes trembled slightly.

He raised his head, his long silver hair cascading like a waterfall, with a cold arc of light. His gorgeous eyes and eyebrows revealed a bit of tiredness, but still couldn't hide his beauty. When he raised his eyes to look at Qinglan, his amber eyes were extremely sharp.

"Mother, mother." The beautiful little female fox lay on her father's shoulder, her pink nose trembling slightly, trying to catch the familiar smell lingering in the air, and her little hands unconsciously grasped in the air.

Her pointed ears stood up and trembled, but when she couldn't find the familiar figure, they drooped down in disappointment.

Crystal clear tears rolled in her eyes, wetting her long eyelashes. Finally, she couldn't help sobbing. Tears rolled down her beautiful eyes like pearls from a broken string. Her childish voice was full of tears: "Mother..."

Bai Cang tightened his arms and held the soft little ball deeper in his arms.

He stood up suddenly, his Adam's apple rolled heavily, and whispered, "Let's get out of here first."

"Damn it!" Teng's fist, wrapped in a strong wind, hit Qinglan's jaw hard. The irritable and impulsive orc's dark green vertical pupils were full of coldness at this moment, and a violent undercurrent was surging under his deep eye sockets.

His handsome features were filled with hostility, and the gloom surrounding him could not be dispelled.

This time, even Bai Cang did not stop Teng Chao Qinglan from attacking him, but just turned his eyes away indifferently.

He had thought Qinglan had eyes that could see through illusions, and that having him around would at least remind Ah Ying to be cautious, but what happened? He turned out to be a complete loser, completely useless, unable to even protect his own female companions!

If Aying had not sent the letter back, he would have killed Qinglan without hesitation.

What's the point of a male who can't protect his females?

Bai Cang looked up at the darkening dusk in the sky, and a sneer escaped from his throat, which was filled with some self-loathing.

But what right did he have to blame Qinglan?

This so-called trading conference was originally a killing game set up for him, but in the end, it was Aying who stepped into the game and protected him, a fallen orc, behind him. He was also a male protected by a female.

Whenever he thought of this, he wished he could kill himself.

As for Luo Heng...

The name rolled over his teeth, and scarlet flashed in Bai Cang's amber eyes. He deserved to die more, didn't he?

Teng's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his voice sounded like it was being ground by gravel. He growled, "She's pregnant!"

"She even told us not to blame you! But she hasn't come back yet. This injury..." Teng didn't even dare to think about it. Every word he heard along the way made him feel heartbroken.

How painful is it to have a knife pierced into the heart?

He didn't know, but just listening to it made him feel heartbroken.

Qinglan staggered and propped himself up, the corners of his bloodstained lips trembling slightly, and when he spoke, it was hard to recognize him.

The voice that used to be clear and ethereal was now extremely hoarse, as if he had swallowed a handful of needles or sand, and every word he spoke seemed to bring out the smell of blood.

"This is all my fault. When you find her, you can kill her or chop her up as you please."

He raised his head, his gray-brown eyes were covered with a layer of mist, his cheeks were thin, and his tall body seemed even thinner.

Although he had lost weight, pale blue veins could be seen on his pale neck, as if they would break if touched.

But even so, he still dressed himself meticulously, his whole body was still clean, his long flaxen hair fell softly, and the jade ornaments in his hair seemed to have been repeatedly caressed, with a warm luster.

He always remembered that she said she liked him best when he was clean.

Bai Cang turned around and was about to leave with Tuanzi in his arms, but suddenly, his eyes fell on the grass that was half a person's height.

He half-closed his eyes, and his fox eyes curved into a dangerous arc.

Teng coldly withdrew his gaze from Qinglan and said nothing more. When he turned around, he saw Bai Cang staring at something quietly. His heart suddenly tightened. He rushed to his side in a flash and asked in a worried voice, "Did A Ying leave something behind?"

Qinglan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he walked over quickly, his gray-brown eyes suddenly flashing with a faint light.

However, when he followed Bai Cang's gaze, the faint light dimmed again.

In the grass, a young sprout pierced the blood-stained ground, tremblingly stretching out new leaves, looking very fragile and nothing special.