Chapter 51: Your cub’s beastly husband is called Bai Cang
Feeling the charm lingering around his ears, Feng Yin's heart suddenly trembled, and he suddenly felt full.
He moved like lightning, and after a long while, a half-breathed sound came out of his throat: "Okay."
At dusk the next day, the two finally arrived at the cave abandoned by the apes.
Not to mention the apes and humans, even the abandoned caves have beautiful scenery, with bright flowers growing all around. The scarlet camellias are in full bloom, and the sweet fragrance is entangled in the wind.
In the cave, the aroma of aged wine seeped out, mixed with a rare fresh scent of plants and trees.
"What kind of flower is this?" Feng Yin stood in the sea of flowers, lowered his eyes and sniffed lightly, with a strange look on his face.
"The flowers, leaves, and roots of the jasmine can all be used as medicine, but the scarlet jasmine is rare."
Fu Ying suddenly leaned over, his fingers passed through the flowers, picked a camellia, and pinned it to Feng Yin's ear in an instant. The bright color of the silver thread flowing through was so blazing and breathtaking.
Feng Yin frowned and raised his hand to take it off: "I'm not a female!"
"The Camellia sinensis is also known as the 'flower of the end of the road'." Fu Ying said softly, reaching out to touch Feng Yin's soft silver hair. In fact, this flower is very similar to him, both of them have the most gorgeous appearance, but the inside has long been hollowed out.
"Flower of the End?" Feng Yin paused slightly and picked the red peony flower from beside his ear.
He lowered his eyes to look at it, then suddenly reached out and crushed it. The scarlet juice stained his fingertips and flowed across his palm along his slender, beautiful fingers. He did not continue the topic, but said without finishing it, "Is this the flower?"
Fu Ying curled her lips and said, "That's probably it, the seeds of the hibiscus flower and wine."
As he spoke, Fu Ying took the lead and walked into the cave. As soon as he entered, the smell of alcohol became stronger.
Soon, she saw a pool of turbid and dark wine with a few clumps of half-rotten fruit pulp floating on the surface. It seemed that the high priest often added fruit into the pool to keep the wine from aging for a long time.
"Is this how the medicine is made?" Feng Yin looked at Jiu Chi with disgust.
He loved cleanliness the most, and when he thought about the medicine he had drunk that looked like this, he felt extremely disgusted.
A sly smile flickered in the corners of Fu Ying's eyes, and her fingertips gently brushed across Feng Yin's palm: "Don't be afraid, I can brew you better wine. Just bring back some tea rose seeds."
"Wine?" Feng Yin was slightly startled, and asked with a strange expression, "Are you really a witch? How come you know everything?"
"Is it strange?" Fu Ying blinked and walked to the depths of the cave. From the corner covering the earth pile, he dug out a large number of animal crystals. These were obtained by the high priest through fraud over the years.
However, his talent was limited, and absorbing the beast crystals was an extremely long process, which was a bargain for her.
Feng Yin followed behind her and nodded: "Very strange, not like an ordinary female."
Fu Ying looked back and chuckled, "Perhaps, I was sent by the Beast God to save you."
Feng Yin's Adam's apple slid silently, and his eyes fell on the heavy bag in Fu Ying's hand.
She shook the bag in front of his eyes. The crystals collided and made a crisp sound, which made her eyes sparkle with stars. She smiled and said, "I'll keep it for you first. I'll keep all these for you!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand and touched the disgusting black star pattern on his forehead. The lingering scent of hibiscus in her hair brushed against his nose faintly. "Tell me, are there any other star patterns above the nine-star pattern?"
"Only you would give me the beast crystal." Feng Yin looked at Fu Ying's smiling face and felt a little depressed. How could there be such a person who would consider him wholeheartedly?
He is a fallen orc, destined to be unacceptable in the Orc Continent.
Once they leave Thorncliff, he will separate from her. He can't let her become the one attacked by the orcs.
Thinking of this, Feng Yin raised his hand and gently stroked Fu Ying's lips, his narrow eyes fixed on her.
The next moment, his arms suddenly tightened, grabbing her waist and holding her in his arms. He lowered his head and bit her soft lips, a kiss filled with the scent of camellia flowers, as if he wanted to imprint everything into her flesh and blood.
Fu Ying was naturally happy to see Feng Yin take the initiative.
She responded to this rough and passionate kiss, and soon the temperature in the cave rose. The sweet and fishy smell mixed with the steaming aroma of wine filled the entire cave with a drunken and ambiguous tone.
The mountain wall casts a changing silhouette.
Sometimes it was the fluffy tail of a giant fox sweeping across the stone edge, and sometimes it was the taut spine when it turned into a human form.
The animal form and the human form alternated uncontrollably in the passion, and the overlapping figures weaved a broken light web.
When we left the ape cave five days later, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.
On the way back, Fu Ying still enjoyed the treatment that a female deserves.
She lay lazily in the giant fox's fluffy back fur, every strand of his hair was wrapped in the lingering fragrance of camellia.
It seemed that such a proud fallen orc would never be ridden by anyone in his entire life, but at this moment, because she was sitting on his back, he took very steady steps, fearing that the bumps would make her uncomfortable.
When the mountain wind blew, he even tilted his head slightly and used the tip of his ears to block the turbulence for her. He looked so cautious, as if the person sitting on his back was not a female he had just met, but the fragile moonlight.
Fu Ying lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Yin, then suddenly leaned over and buried his face in his warm, snow-white mane.
After being in the Orc Continent for so long, I finally understand how males cherish females.
*
After returning to the tribe, Fu Ying dried the camellia flowers and scattered the seeds in the sand near the tribe.
She personally led the ugly orcs in the tribe to pick fruits, wash them, and ferment them. They all knew that this was the process of "making miracle medicine" and they learned with great attention.
There are many deserts under the Thorn Cliff, the climate is dry, the temperature is high, and the fermentation time is very fast.
A few days later, when the night wind brought the aroma of the first jar of new wine, torches were lit throughout the tribe.
"Wu—Wu—"
The orcs raised their voices in their throats, making intermittent chants, their rough hands tightly clasped together, and they danced primitive and ancient steps around the pillars.
Feng Yin looked at Fu Ying, who was standing in the middle of the crowd with a smile as beautiful as a flower, and the corners of his lips curled up. With her there, it seemed that the thorny cliff full of despair was dyed with some fresh colors.
*
That night, two figures quietly passed through the sleeping tribe.
Standing at the foot of the thorny cliff, Feng Yin looked up with a hint of vigilance on her face, perhaps because of nervousness, the tip of the snow-white fox tail silently swept across her wrist.
Fu Ying reached out and hugged his waist, her palms resting on his tense spine.
She could feel the muscles under her palms trembling slightly, and whispered, "Feng Yin, don't be afraid."
With a flip of his palm, a scroll shining with golden light appeared in his hand.
The teleportation scroll can take people to any hometown they want.
Fu Ying exerted force with his fingertips, and the scroll tore apart. In an instant, runes flew into the air, and golden light shone brightly.
At the moment when the flowing light was about to engulf each other, Feng Yin suddenly tightened his arms, and his thin lips almost touched the tip of her ear: "Little female..."
His lingering, hoarse voice was shrouded in secrets: "Remember this, your cub's beast father—" In the bright light of the scroll, his silver hair danced wildly, and his beautiful face was filled with reluctance: "His name is Bai Cang."
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