Chapter 55 Don’t Make Me Unhappy
"Teng will come too?" Fu Ying blinked, thinking.
The change in these two faces made Mo Yan's beastly eyes flash with a hint of displeasure.
He said calmly, "My father is the leader of the Cangshan Tribe. It will be difficult for him to go to the Giant Lizard Tribe. For Teng, what he wants most is to get my father's approval, so of course he will come."
Fu Ying stared at Gui for a while, flicked the long whip lightly, and then the dog curled up obediently in her palm.
Then, she stretched out her hand to Gui: "Okay, I can help you. Bring me the tail scales first."
Gui frowned and said in a deep voice: "If I give it to you, who knows if you will still help?"
Fu Ying half-closed his eyes and stroked the whip with his fingertips. What should he do if he disliked this old man?
At this moment, Mo Yan suddenly said: "Return! Give it to her!"
Although Gui is a witch from the Cangshan tribe, he obeys Mo Yan's every word.
He took a deep breath, took out a mermaid tail skirt, and reluctantly handed it to Fu Ying.
Fu Ying took it and looked at the mermaid tail skirt shimmering in the moonlight, and breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling was similar to that of obtaining the beast crystal of Teng. No matter how bumpy the process was, fortunately the result was achieved.
Xishan came over, stared at the shark tail scales, and asked in confusion, "What do you want Danyue's scales for? And you're still entangled with Teng. Do you recognize that crazy female Fuying?"
Hearing this, Fu Ying paused, then put the tail scale into the space and placed it safely.
"Fantasy world?" Gui's pupils shrank, a little surprised.
He only knew that the female before him was a witch, capable of controlling rain, able to return from dangerous places like Thorn Cliff, and a skilled fighter. But she also possessed a fantasy realm? Was the Beast God so partial?
Mo Yan was also a little surprised, he didn't know about this either.
Fu Ying glanced at Xi Shan, a scornful smile on his lips: "Don't meddle in things that shouldn't be your business. You have a life saved from the Oasis Tribe, so you must cherish it, understand?"
Xishan's face changed, and just as he was about to curse, Mo Yan scolded him, "Get out of the way!"
What kind of female is she who is easy to mess with as a Fu Ying? Swearing at her in front of her, is she trying to kill herself?
Xishan bit his lower lip so hard that it almost bled.
Most of her males died in the battle, and the remaining ones were lost in the escape. She had no choice but to rely on Mo Yan, but she regretted in her heart that she should not have coveted Mo Yan's strength and status.
It is true that Mo Yan is a male with outstanding talents, but he does not cherish females!
Fu Ying sat back down, took out another fruit and began to chew it, then asked carefully, "Do you know the specific strength of the Giant Lizard Tribe?"
Mo Yan nodded: "Old enemy."
"The strongest in the Giant Lizard Tribe is their leader, Xifeng, an orc with the peak strength of six-star patterns."
"The second is the witch from the Giant Lizard Tribe. He was given the ability to make poison by the Beast God. His strength is not high, he is only a three-star beastman. However, he is full of poison, so even a six-star beastman would have a hard time against him."
"Then there's Meng, the first warrior of the Giant Lizard Tribe, who is also a six-star beastman."
Fu Ying nodded: "It doesn't sound very good."
After saying that, Gui and Mo Yan both looked at Fu Ying with complicated expressions.
Xishan sneered and muttered softly, "What a boast."
Fu Ying's fingertips stroked her lower abdomen imperceptibly, and a hint of implicit consideration flashed in her eyes.
Although she looked down on these orcs, she was now pregnant and had to act cautiously, not take any risks, and certainly not attract the attention of the Beast God.
Thinking of this, she looked up at Mo Yan and said, "Contact Teng and call Xingkong over as well. There's strength in numbers. If we all gather together, won't we have a better chance of overthrowing the Giant Lizard Tribe?"
Xi Shan chuckled: "Don't you look down on the giant lizard tribe? One person can do it!"
Fu Ying raised his eyebrows, gently fanned his palm in the air, and delivered a loud slap in the face.
With a "snap" sound, Xishan's cheek was slapped to the side and soon became red and swollen.
Xishan looked at Fuying in horror: "You..."
Fu Ying crossed her long legs and blew on her palms: "Be quiet and don't make me unhappy."
She played with the fruit core in her hand, a hint of sarcasm on her lips. "I do look down on the Giant Lizard Tribe, and they are indeed not worth mentioning, but didn't Mo Yan say that Teng would definitely come to rescue Chief Moshan? As his son, he must personally take action on this matter. I can't take the credit for it, can I?"
Xishan covered his red and swollen face with his hands, looking terrified and not daring to make a sound.
However, she cursed in her heart, Tengdu no longer has the beast crystal, why should he save people?
Mo Yan stared at Fu Ying with his scarlet pupils: "The Pterosaur Tribe is on the other side of the cliff. We can't go there."
Fu Ying frowned and looked at him: "Then what do you want to do?"
Mo Yan stared at her: "You can become invisible."
"So?" Fu Ying turned to look at him and sneered, "You want me to get close to the giant lizard tribe and poison their water source? Give them a taste of their own medicine?"
Mo Yan is indeed ruthless and decisive, and is a good candidate to be a leader.
"Can't you do it?" Mo Yan narrowed his eyes and asked a question that left Fu Ying speechless.
How could she do this? She's not the original owner!
This is indeed a good way to solve the problem smoothly, but cause and effect are cyclical and retribution is inevitable. She poisoned the person, so she must bear the consequences. If he backfires on her one day, she will have to pay for it.
For the sake of a Cangshan tribe, why?
Fu Ying pondered for a moment, then looked up at Mo Yan and said calmly, "I can drug them and make them pass out. Afterwards, you can take the people of the Cangshan tribe away, but you can't use this as an excuse to massacre the Giant Lizard tribe."
Mo Yan said sarcastically, "Oh, you're so kind."
Fu Ying's expression was cold. "You coerced the Banshan Tribe, causing a crisis for the Cangshan Tribe. I helped you poison and exterminate the Giant Lizard Tribe. How could you be sure there wouldn't be others like you who slipped through the net? One day, the Cangshan Tribe is slaughtered by these escaped ones. Whose responsibility will be? Mine? Or yours?"
"I don't want to get involved in the feud between the Cangshan Tribe and the Giant Lizard Tribe. After this, you can kill each other to your heart's content. Since I've given you the shark tail scales, I'll help you save people and cure the viper saliva poison, and we're even now."
After hearing Fu Ying's words, Mo Yan was silent for a long time: "When will we start?"
Fu Ying stood up and glanced at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
"It's better to do it today than today."
*
On the other side, around the giant lizard tribe, there was a group of people ready to make a move.
The orc in the lead had sharp and distinct facial features, and his angular lines were extremely cold and hard.
He had deep eye sockets, and under his long eyelashes were a pair of eyes that were so dark that they were almost dark green. The cold moonlight cast a layer of coldness on his handsome face, and his eyes were so cold that they pierced people, without any warmth.
"Teng, just wait here, I will definitely rescue Uncle Mo Shan for you!"
From the side, Xingkong's clear voice came, and he still looked free and unrestrained.
Teng spoke in a hoarse voice, his bloodless face full of coldness: "I must go."
Xingkong looked at his hair, which had mostly turned white, a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes. He reached out and patted his shoulder: "Teng, you have endured too much."
Teng's fingertips suddenly tightened, and the joints turned blue and white.
He slowly raised his head, his dark green eyes reflecting Xingkong's tired face. He choked up a little, and finally uttered a low, hoarse voice: "Xingkong, thank you."
The night wind blew up his long hair, revealing the marks on his neck that had healed repeatedly.
It was a red fox pattern that was only the size of a palm, and its fur was the color of solidified blood. As the moonlight passed by, the red fox pattern flickered, as if it would leap out in the next second.
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