Chapter 85 Another Snake Tribe
"Xishan Tribe?" Fu Ying was stunned. Generally speaking, few tribes would accept outsiders from other tribes and give them living space, as territorial disputes and conflicts could easily occur.
What's more, during the rainy season, resources are scarce and some conflicts will become more intense.
Teng was originally leaning lazily against the stone wall, but upon hearing this, his slender body paused and he slowly straightened up.
His dark green eyes narrowed slightly, and a rare hint of surprise lingered in his voice: "Are all the members of the Xishan tribe here?"
Mo Yan glanced at him sideways, an elusive dark light flashing in his eyes: "Follow me."
After saying this, he walked into the rain without looking at Fu Ying again.
Teng's eyebrows slightly frowned, he looked at Fu Ying, and said in a low voice: "I'll be back soon."
Fu Ying nodded slightly.
When Teng turned around and left, he did not forget to remind Bai Cang: "Take good care of her."
In the rain, Fu Ying looked at Teng's departing back thoughtfully.
Since his mother's tribe came to surrender, this connection is ultimately inseparable.
Since Mo Yan, as the leader, has already acquiesced, then she, as an outsider, naturally has no right to say anything more. She just hopes that there will be no disputes between tribes in the future, and that she can give birth to the cubs in peace.
As soon as Teng left, Bai Cang touched Fu Ying's stomach and asked in a low voice: "Are you hungry?"
Fu Ying thought about it and a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes. She leaned close to Bai Cang's ear, her warm breath brushing his earlobe, and her voice rose at the end: "Today, I'll let you taste my cooking skills, okay?"
Bai Cang was slightly stunned, and before he could respond, Fu Ying had already nimbly turned over and got off the stone bed.
With a light tap of her fingertips, some ingredients were neatly arranged on the stone table: premium spareribs wrapped in plastic wrap, bundles of green vegetables still covered with dew, green and juicy, and a piece of pork belly with alternating fat and lean texture.
"Come and help me cook some rice and stir-fry some vegetables!" She rolled up her sleeves, turned to look at Bai Cang, blinked, and said, "But, at most, you can just taste it. With your appetite, you definitely won't be full."
Bai Cang looked at her smooth movements, his eyes darkening slightly.
Even though he already knew that she was in the illusion world, he was still slightly shocked when he saw her ability to take things out of thin air.
The witch is indeed the being most favored by the Beast God. His every move is full of magical powers that are beyond the reach of ordinary orcs.
Bai Cang pursed his rosy lips, looked at Fu Ying, and his Adam's apple rolled silently.
What arose in his heart was not envy, but worry.
The more powerful and dazzling she was, the farther away she was from him. She was like the distant and unreachable moon in the sky. When he reached out to her, he couldn't even touch a piece of her cold glow.
What he was afraid of was not that she would go away, but that he would not even be qualified to follow her.
Perhaps, only by becoming a beastman with nine star patterns can I narrow the distance between us.
"Bai Cang?" Fu Ying's charming and pleasant voice suddenly hit his eardrum, startling his confused thoughts.
Bai Cang suddenly came back to his senses and saw her looking at him with her head slightly tilted.
"What are you thinking about?" She shook the green vegetables in her hand, and water droplets splashed on his face, feeling cool.
She wrinkled her nose and said, "I'm telling you, if you don't come to help, you won't have a chance later."
A trace of trance flashed across Bai Cangmili's face, and he took the wet vegetable leaves from her hand.
He looked at Fu Ying, reached out and gently wiped her face, but it only stained her face with more water droplets.
"Bah—" Fu Ying pushed his hand away, looking a little disgusted: "What are you doing!"
Bai Cang suddenly chuckled, and a beautiful curve appeared on his lips.
At this moment, she was no longer the witch who could turn clouds into rain with a flip of her hand, but just his female.
"Leave it there, I'll wash it." He heard himself say, his voice a little hoarse than he had imagined.
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On the other side, Teng followed Mo Yan, and the two of them braved the rain and came to the gate of Cangshan tribe.
In the open space outside the tribe, dozens of colorful snakes were coiled.
They either carried their female cubs on their backs, or wrapped their dead prey in their tails. From time to time, they raised their round, scaly heads and let out low hisses towards the tribe.
These snake beastmen are slender and not rough, and are the snake beastmen unique to the Xishan tribe.
Compared with the snake orcs of the Cangshan tribe, they are very different. One is a slender and gorgeous, but relatively docile non-venomous snake, while the other is highly poisonous, dark and strange in color, with deadly venom hidden in its fangs, and is extremely aggressive. This has established the dominant position of the Cangshan tribe in Beishan.
When Teng saw the snake orcs from the Xishan tribe, a hint of complexity flashed in his dark green eyes.
His mother was a gentle female from the Xishan tribe, but unfortunately, she met Moshan.
Mo Shan is from the Cangshan tribe. He is a poisonous python and he has already made a contract with other females. But his mother still resolutely blocked the fatal blow for him. It is really ironic.
When the people of Xishan tribe saw the figure of Teng, they immediately became agitated.
The coiled giant snakes raised their upper bodies high, their scales glistening coldly under the heavy rain.
"It's Teng! It's really Teng! Mo Yan didn't lie to us!"
"His beast crystal...he's really healed!"
"That's great! With Teng here, we finally have hope for the future!"
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The members of the Xishan tribe were talking at once, their expressions full of disbelief yet ecstasy.
Mo Yan stood behind Teng's people, his scarlet eyes coldly swept across the restless snakes, and finally fixed on a female standing in the corner, a look of interest flashed across his eyes.
The female's fingers were tightly twisted together, and light green scales appeared on the sides of her cheeks. She didn't look pretty, but her whole body exuded a soft aura like mountain stream water, which was very eye-catching.
At this moment, she was looking in the direction of Teng with complicated eyes.
"The west side of the tribe is empty, you can arrange the rest yourself." Mo Yan retracted his gaze, glanced at Teng, turned around and walked into the tribe.
Teng stood there, looking at his back, a hint of deep thought flashing in his eyes.
Mo Yan had no friendship with the people of the Xishan tribe. Now that he had become the leader, how could they possibly take them in for his sake?
Mo Yan has never been a kind-hearted orc.
He doesn't care about the life or death of the Xishan tribe.
At this moment, the crowd was slightly agitated, and someone secretly pushed.
Qinglin staggered half a step and was forced to stand out from the crowd, his fingertips unconsciously clenching the animal skin coat.
She lowered her eyelashes, not daring to look directly into Teng's eyes.
As he approached, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and his voice was so soft that it almost disappeared in the wind: "Teng... Teng brother." After a pause, he managed to squeeze out the second half of the sentence: "It's really great that you can recover."
The end of her voice trembled slightly, as if hiding unspeakable bitterness.
Teng simply nodded, then turned his gaze towards the people of the Xishan tribe and said in a low and cold voice, "Follow."
Without any unnecessary greetings, Teng stepped into the Cangshan tribe, his tall figure straight and aloof.
The orcs of the Xishan tribe looked at each other, sighed, and followed in silence.
Qinglin stood there, biting his lips, and did not move for a long time.
The vicious plot of the giant lizard clan caused heavy losses to the Cangshan tribe.
As we walked along, we could see empty caves everywhere on the mountain walls, some of which still had traces of undried blood.
Teng led the people of the Xishan tribe through the Cangshan tribe and came to the west. Looking at the empty caves, his expression was stern, and no emotion could be heard in his voice: "You can choose these caves by yourselves. I'm going back first."
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