Chapter 87: Why are you pretending to be magnanimous?
After Fu Ying had eaten and drunk his fill, he looked at the two of them and asked, "Is my cooking delicious?"
"Of course it's delicious!" Bai Cang immediately picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into his mouth to show his sincerity.
He chewed the food slowly, glanced at Teng who was still struggling with his chopsticks, and couldn't help but sneered: "Some people are just too stupid to have tasted Ah Ying's cooking until now!"
A cold light flashed in Teng's dark green pupils, and the bone knife in his hand turned into a cold arc of light. He swung it towards Bai Cang's right hand, and the blade brought up a gust of wind, as if to cut off his hand.
Bai Cang didn't dodge or evade, a lazy smile on his lips. The chopsticks twirled nimbly between his slender fingertips, suddenly clamping the attacking bone knife. He was slightly surprised: "I didn't know I could use chopsticks so well!"
Just as he was about to exert force with his knuckles, Bai Cang suddenly made a soft sound of "clicking his tongue" and exerted a little force, firmly pressing down the bone knife. "Rough man, be gentle. These are the chopsticks that Ah Ying just took out from the fantasy world..."
He blinked his foxy eyes, and with a long tone, he said mischievously, "What if it breaks?"
Teng's bone knife suddenly froze in mid-air. His eyes narrowed dangerously, but he really didn't dare to use any more force.
However, staring at Bai Cang's dazzlingly smug smile, his finger bones turned blue and white from being pinched.
“Snap—”
Fu Ying frowned and knocked the backs of their hands hard with the chopsticks in his hand.
Her eyebrows were raised, her narrow eyes glared, and she sneered, "If you want to fight, go outside and fight!"
Upon hearing this, Bai Cang let go of his chopsticks and shrugged lightly. His white fingertips rubbed the back of Fu Ying's hand in an ambiguous way, and he threw her a coquettish look, his ending tone lingering and seductive: "No more fighting, I'll listen to A Ying."
When he raised his eyes again, he raised the corners of his lips to Teng, gave him a provocative smile, and silently mouthed:
--stupid.
When Fu Ying turned to look at him, the provocative smile on Bai Cang's face instantly disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, it was replaced by a harmless expression.
Teng watched the expression on his face change smoothly and took a deep breath.
Foxes are indeed the most cunning and annoying orcs!
Oh, no, except Aying!
Bai Cang pretended not to see Teng's fiery eyes. He lowered his head to look at the emerald green rice in the bowl, and obediently used his chopsticks to stir it. He asked curiously, "Aying, what is this? Why does it seem to glow?"
"Spiritual rice is very precious. You should try it." Fu Ying's eyes moved with a hint of anticipation. He pushed the bowl filled with crystal clear spiritual rice in front of the two people.
Lingmi is also a product of the fairy world, containing pure spiritual power, but I don’t know if it has any effect on the orcs in the Orc Continent.
"Spiritual rice?"
"Spiritual rice?"
Bai Cang and Teng were both stunned. Although they did not get along well, they looked at each other in rare tacit understanding. They had never heard of such a thing in the Orc Continent.
For a moment, complex dark glints appeared in the eyes of both of them.
The fragrance of the magical rice lingers in the cave.
In fact, it's not just the jade-like spiritual rice, but also the exquisite dishes and porcelain plates on the stone table, the shimmering animal skins on the stone bed, and even every object she took out, and... she herself, all exudes an aura that is completely different from the Orc Continent.
Bai Cang tightened his knuckles slightly and pressed his brows lightly.
He knew very well that these objects were definitely not something that the tribes of the Orc Continent could forge.
The only exception is the orc world outside the North Mountain, at the end of the triangular sea area.
Things might be a little different there, but Fu Ying has never left Beishan, so how could he have such ability?
The dark green pupils of the Teng also shrank slightly, the line of his lips was straight, but the tip of his tongue lightly touched his fangs.
She looked exactly like Fu Ying in their memory, but the alluring look in her eyes and the unexpected gentleness in her behavior were something they had never seen before.
These are completely different people from the former Fu Ying.
The torches on the stone wall crackled, causing the shadows of the three people to flicker.
Teng licked the corner of his lips, his voice seemed to be covered with a layer of mist: "A Ying, you are..."
Before he finished speaking, Bai Cang raised the corner of his eye and said tenderly, "I want to taste the flavor of this spiritual rice."
The collision of the chopsticks and the porcelain bowl interrupted the second half of the sentence that Teng was about to say.
There are some things they dare not say too clearly.
These things don’t belong to the Orc Continent, so what about her?
Does she… “not belong here” either?
Fu Ying pursed her lips and looked at the two of them quietly, as if she was completely unable to see the subtle hints between them.
The moment the spiritual rice entered his mouth, Bai Cang's whole body trembled, and the snow-white fox tail behind him began to shake uncontrollably.
His already gorgeous face suddenly became even more glamorous, with a faint blush appearing at the corners of his eyes. A low moan escaped from his thin lips, sounding like pain and pleasure, and was particularly clear in the cave.
Fu Ying was stunned and looked at Bai Cang suspiciously. Is it necessary to call him so...seductively just for a meal?
While she was still confused, Teng also groaned over there, and gripped the edge of the stone table tightly with his slender knuckles, so hard that he even left fingerprints.
The next moment, black scales grew wildly from his tense waist and abdomen, and his snake tail stretched out, sweeping heavily across the ground, like a hook, quietly reaching out to Fu Ying's legs. That expression looked like he was poisoned by love.
At the same time, the hexagonal star pattern on his forehead shone brightly, illuminating the entire cave like daylight!
Fu Ying witnessed with his own eyes that the hexagonal star pattern on Teng's forehead had quietly grown an extra corner.
Fu Ying half-closed his eyes and looked down at the spiritual rice in the bowl thoughtfully.
It turns out that the spiritual power contained in the spiritual rice can promote the advancement of the orc star pattern!
This is definitely a piece of news that will shock the entire Orc Continent. She is becoming more and more competent as a witch. Thinking of this, a playful curve passed across Fu Ying's lips.
Passion comes quickly and goes away quickly.
When Bai Cang and Teng returned to normal, Fu Ying had already returned to bed and fallen asleep with steady breathing.
Bai Cang stared at Teng's forehead for a moment, his eyes flickering slightly: "Seven Star Pattern... Congratulations."
Teng reached out and touched the star pattern, his brows suddenly furrowed. When he turned to look at Fu Ying, his eyes were gentle yet complicated. He said in a deep voice, "This matter cannot be known to anyone."
Bai Cang could sense the power surging in his body, that was the power of the star pattern.
In the Orc Continent, if males want to become stronger, they have to devour the flesh and blood and cores of wild beasts, thereby tempering their muscles and bones and advancing their star patterns. This is the iron rule they have followed for thousands of years. The only exception is the fallen orcs.
But the fallen orcs are regarded as dirty by the entire continent and are not tolerated by the world.
The spiritual rice brought by Fu Ying is another smooth path, different from the iron rules and filth.
Bai Cang suddenly clenched his palms, his joints stretched into sharp and pale arcs, his veins bulging. A low laugh suddenly rolled out of his throat, and the laughter was filled with a dangerous meaning: "Not enough..."
He looked at Fu Ying's sleeping profile, his eyes surging with a dark glint of paranoia, and said softly, "You need to be stronger to protect her."
Even though he was already an eight-star beastman, he couldn't guarantee that he could protect her from so many covetous people.
The eight-star pattern is not strong enough.
Bai Cang's words made Teng fall into deep thought, and suddenly he heard him say: "Black Snake, you are still far from it."
Teng sneered and was about to speak when he heard Bai Cang's thoughtful voice: "Perhaps, we should help A Ying and find all those trash?"
When saying this, Bai Cang raised the last word of his voice, and each word was full of deep meaning and revealed a sense of danger.
Teng's pupils suddenly contracted, and the dark green pupils shrank into thin lines, emitting a cold light in the shadows.
He tilted his head and glanced at Bai Cang, a laugh that was almost sarcastic escaping from his throat, the air filled with the unique fishy and cold smell of snakes: "Why are you pretending to be magnanimous?"
Bai Cang raised his eyelids with a half-smile and said nonchalantly, "What about you? Aren't you still pretending to be obedient and docile in front of A Ying?"
He looked the snake up and down, and raised his eyebrow lazily: "A poisonous snake, how can it be a good thing?"
At this time, Fu Ying, who was lying on the stone bed, seemed to miss a beat.
The two males fell silent instantly.
A sneer froze on the corner of Teng's mouth, and the sound of Bai Cang's fingertips tapping on the stone table also stopped abruptly.
The only sounds in the cave were the torrential rain outside and the two males' suddenly lighter breathing.
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