Chapter 77 The vest fell off
Bai Cang's eyes were fixed on the familiar frost whip in Fu Ying's hand, and his beastly pupils suddenly shrank.
Amidst the black fog, he had transformed into a human form.
His long silver-white hair was like moonlight, and before it could fall, his slender figure was already approaching, with the snow-white animal skin around his waist fluttering, revealing his thin and smooth waistline.
He stretched out his hand to grab the whip in her hand!
In a flash, Teng also returned to human form. The lines on his pale face were extremely cold and hard, his eye sockets were deep, and his dark green pupils swept across Bai Cang. There was gloom between his eyebrows and eyes, and a strong murderous aura on his body.
He grabbed Bai Cang's wrist like lightning, tightened his knuckles fiercely, and lightning flashed on his hand: "You want to die?"
Bai Cang seemed to be unaware of the pain, allowing the lightning that burst out from between his fingers to burn his skin and flesh black.
His five fingers were like iron pliers, tightly gripping the long whip. His eyes were frighteningly sharp, and his almost gorgeous face was filled with a sinister and murderous aura: "Why is Huahua's whip in your hands?"
As he spoke, a strange red appeared at the corners of his eyes, and the whip in his palm made a crackling sound as it could not bear the weight.
Teng's gaze wandered between Fu Ying and Bai Cang for a moment, and his knuckles couldn't help but press harder.
He understood almost instantly that the cub in her belly was the one of the fallen orc in front of him.
He took a deep breath and released his grip on Bai Cang. His dark green eyes fell on Fu Ying, and his voice was filled with emotion. "I also want to know why Hua Hua's whip is in your hands, Fu Ying?"
As the last two words drifted by, his gaze fell on the beast spirit flower blooming on her forehead.
If he had not been guarding the foot of the snow-capped mountains of the Frost Plains Tribe and seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that Fu Ying, who had escaped and hidden with Dan Yue, would actually fly down from the top of the snowy mountain in the wind and snow.
He had only seen such a light and ethereal posture, so relaxed and free, in one person.
The reason why he was sure that Fu Ying was Huahua was because she used a long whip in the Oasis Tribe.
Who else but Huahua could have heard the familiar cold light from the long whip?
If this isn't proof enough, then what about the beast spirit flower blooming on her forehead?
A female from the Frost Plains Tribe, a female holding a frost whip, and a female pregnant with a cub. All these coincidences come together to confirm a truth that is about to be revealed.
It also formed an answer that made his heart stop.
Huahua means supporting the pillars.
At this moment, he finally understood where Mo Yan's sometimes sarcastic, sometimes complacent and provocative look came from.
Fate played such a trick on him.
The enemy he wanted to destroy with all his hatred turned out to be the female who extended a hand of salvation to him in the abyss of despair.
This absurd truth was like a poisoned bone knife, cutting into his heart inch by inch.
Teng's arms hung at his sides, his thin and slender fingers clenched, and his dark green pupils gradually turned scarlet.
He couldn't deny that when he knew Huahua was Fu Ying, he felt pain and struggle, and even the surging hatred overwhelmed him again, but when he saw her in danger, he protected her behind him without hesitation.
He needs an explanation.
When Bai Cang heard Teng's almost hoarse voice, he tightened his grip on the whip.
He is not a fool either.
Bai Cang's beautiful and enchanting fox eyes were fixed on the beast spirit flower blooming on her forehead. His gaze moved down to her slightly heaving belly, and he felt a pain rolling out from the bottom of his heart.
It was a more severe pain than when he had his skin peeled off, swallowed the beast crystal, and fell to the bottom of the thorny cliff. It made his fingertips tremble with pain, and he could hardly breathe.
Even without looking up, Fu Ying could clearly feel the two burning gazes imprisoning her like shackles. The atmosphere around her was oppressive. Her fingertips curled up unconsciously, and the frost whip made a slight buzzing sound in her palm.
Now... I can't hide it anymore.
The vest fell off.
If she chooses to lose her memory now, can she get away with it?
“Hmm…”
Fu Ying suddenly groaned, his face suddenly turned pale, his thick and slender eyelashes trembled violently, his brows were tightly furrowed, and pain was evident between his brows.
She suddenly vomited blood, and the scarlet blood flowed down from the corner of her lips, which was shocking.
Fu Ying seemed to be in great pain. His slender back was bent and he fell forward weakly.
"Fuying——"
Teng's dark green pupils shrank into a thin line. He screamed in surprise and hugged the person in his arms.
She was as light as a piece of broken snow, leaning against his chest, a mouthful of blood flowing out from the corner of her lips. The warm blood was like flames, soaking through the animal skin coat on his chest and burning him painfully.
He was trembling all over, his knuckles clasping her shoulders tightly, the corners of his eyes flushed crimson, and his voice was hoarse and incoherent: "What's wrong with you? Fuying? Where does it hurt? What's going on? What's going on?"
Fu Ying's tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked at the two of them and suddenly smiled gently.
She was naturally charming, with sharp eyes and eyebrows, but she lay there dying, her face pale without a trace of blood, which made people feel heartbroken.
"I'm sorry...it's my fault..."
She reached out and held Teng's fingers, raised her eyes to look at Bai Cang, and cried bitterly, her voice sounding like the fragmented wail of a young animal.
"I just want to make up for you..."
It seemed as if a great deal of effort was put into these few short sentences.
Her breathing was so light that it seemed as if it would disappear in the next second.
"Fuying, how can I save you! How can I save you--" Teng's face was pale, his dark green eyes gradually turned red, and his hands holding Fuying were stiff.
My whole body was shaking with fear.
Bai Cang, who was standing aside, slammed his knees heavily onto the ground, and his gorgeous eyes and eyebrows seemed to have lost their color.
He looked at her, unable to utter a word.
Bai Cang's Adam's apple rolled slowly, and scalding liquid rolled down from his amber eyes, splashing onto her pale cheek. It was hard to tell whether it was blood or tears: "It's me, it's me who hurt you... It's me..."
Memories surged up in his mind, instantly dragging him back to the foot of the thorny cliff.
"——We feel like we're on a honeymoon."
"——Honeymoon..."
"—After forming a bond, the male carries the female on his back and travels across every inch of the Orc Continent."
“—Just like you are now.”
“…”
Bai Cang's face was pale, and a sob that was suppressed to the extreme escaped from his throat.
His long silver hair drooped, and bitterness spread in his heart: "Fuying, why do you always lie to me?"
Fu Ying's fingers weakly grasped the corner of Bai Cang's clothes, her eyes reddened, but her brows softened, and she whispered, "Don't, don't cry, I'm fine, I'm just too tired..."
"sorry……"
Fu Ying leaned in Teng's arms, his eyes dimmed, and he fainted.
She knew them too well.
Teng's paranoia and sinister nature, Bai Cang's playfulness and brutality are like poisoned thorns. Only blood can temporarily soften these piercing thorns so as not to hurt others or themselves.
After all, the matter here is very complicated and cannot be explained in a few words.
In the last moment before his consciousness sank into darkness, Fu Ying thought vaguely.
Will the "torture trick" work? When she wakes up, will Bai Cang and Teng feel sorry for her? Can they be quiet, peaceful, and make peace with her?
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