How dare you kill someone when you are so timid?
Qinglan stood quietly by the side, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow in the firelight.
He watched Bai Cang hold Fu Ying in his arms as if to declare his sovereignty, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and a hint of bitterness rose in his throat. Now standing here, he had become a bystander who had to consider the extent of his approach.
Amid the cub's coquettish whimpering, Qinglan silently took a half step back.
Here, he is no different from Mo Yanxingkong, and is even guilty.
Bai Cang's slender fingers gently curled the ends of Fu Ying's hair, and he raised the corner of his eye and glanced at Mo Yan, who looked unhappy: "A Ying, since you are not going to the Cangshan tribe, then what about us?"
Fu Ying quickly made milk powder for Tuanzi and said calmly, "Just stay here for now."
The rainy season has not yet passed and heavy rain continues. Since there is no clear place to stay, it is better to stay in the Black Crocodile Swamp for the time being.
A great battle had just taken place here, and the residual power of thunder could drive away some ignorant beasts.
In addition, this area belongs to the gray area, not the regular orc territory, which can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble. After all, there are not many normal people around her.
"What about him?" Bai Cang lowered his eyes and "gently" rolled over Buyehou's waist and abdomen.
Even though he fell into a coma, Hou Buye groaned and a streak of blood appeared on his lips.
Fu Ying looked at him coldly and said nothing.
The harem has its own rules. You are not allowed to take sides and you must be fair.
Tonight, Buye Hou crossed the line and offended someone, so he deserves to suffer. If Bai Cang and others are not allowed to vent their anger, how will they live under the same roof in the future?
What's more, she was also filled with anger.
This guy, Buyehou, is so vicious and cruel that he has no bottom line as an orc. He even doesn't let Tuanzi go.
He is so unruly and ferocious. How can he learn his limits if we don't teach him a lesson?
Fu Ying slowly stood up, her eyes glancing towards the starry sky and Mo Yan. With a flick of her hand, several prey items were neatly piled on the ground. She said in a light voice, "Hunting is difficult during the rainy season, so these are my token of gratitude."
Even though they didn't help much and even caused some trouble.
But the fact that he accompanied Bai Cang and the other two in the rain was a sincere gesture, and she was not someone who didn't know what was good for her, so she naturally kept it in mind.
Xingkong looked at the fresh prey on the ground, and his eyes couldn't help but pass over the waists of Teng, Bai Cang and Qinglan one by one. They were made of the same material, but engraved with unique patterns in the shape of each animal, showing the meticulousness of the work.
Small fantasy world.
Sometimes it really makes people jealous.
"Thank you!"
Xingkong took a deep breath and decided not to suffer for the sake of face. Although the pterosaurs had a little more leisurely time during the rainy season, prey was the basis of survival. Who would complain about having too much?
He immediately picked up the prey, turned around and disappeared into the rain.
Since you have already decided to hide your thoughts, there is no need to linger any longer and add to your troubles.
Teng looked at Xingkong's back, his eyes moved slightly, and he took a step to follow.
Mo Yan lowered his eyes to look at the prey on the ground, a complex emotion flashing in his scarlet pupils: "You really don't want to reconsider? This is the territory of the Black Crocodile Tribe. I've heard that they..."
The voice stopped abruptly, and Mo Yan suddenly laughed at himself.
No matter how brutal the people of the Black Crocodile Tribe are, what good can they get from Fu Ying?
He said nothing more, and his body flashed and transformed into a beast. He wrapped his prey with his red phosphorus snake tail and swam out of the bamboo house in a blink of an eye. The house suddenly became empty, with only the humid air floating slowly.
Fu Ying gently handed the dumpling to Bai Cang, stood up and walked towards Luo Heng in the corner.
When Luo Heng heard the approaching footsteps, she curled up even tighter.
He held his head in his hands, his purple curly hair trembling with sobs, and a few suppressed whimpers could be heard faintly. The corners of Fuying's lips twitched unconsciously, and it was the first time that he felt helpless.
She is used to being tyrannical, and she will never tolerate these male protagonists no matter how rampant or crazy they are.
But when she saw the "Moonflower trembling in the wind and rain" in front of her, she felt really distressed.
Fu Ying sighed, handed over a plain handkerchief, and said jokingly, "How dare you kill someone in the night with such a cowardice?"
Luo Heng wanted to kill her but was stopped by Ni. I just don’t know why he didn’t change Ni back if he was so scared.
The handkerchief handed to her by Fu Ying hung in the air, but Luo Heng just buried her face deeper, curled up and trembled constantly, without responding to her words or actions at all.
After a moment of silence, Fu Ying pinched his fingers and used the bewitching spell.
The moment the spell's dim light penetrated Luo Heng's body, his entire body shook and he suddenly stiffened as if struck by lightning.
"Look up."
Fu Ying half-knelt down, watched Luo Heng look up, lightly lifted Luo Heng's chin with his fingertips, and looked at her carefully.
It's the same face, with no difference except for the star pattern, but with different personalities and completely different expressions between the eyebrows, it's like two completely different people.
Bai Cang watched this scene, a dark light flashing in his amber eyes, but he remained silent.
He probably understood Aying's thoughts. She wanted to find all the separated beast husbands one by one and make up for the mistakes she had made, even though... she was not the one who caused these mistakes.
If he was not sure at the beginning, now he can be sure that this Fuying is not that Fuying.
He didn't know who she was, but he understood that she was the one who had to bear these heavy redemptions. How unfair it was. It was clearly not her fault, but she had to endure their cold eyes and disgust.
Qinglan stood quietly in the shadows in the dark, his eyes always fixed on Fu Ying.
The light from Fu Ying's fingertips penetrated into Luo Heng's body, examining the fragmented star pattern veins on his forehead.
When he saw this, his brows furrowed.
Luo Heng is a rare plant orc and has no beast crystal, which means she cannot help him reshape the star pattern!
If Luo Heng didn't have the star pattern, he and Ni would never be able to transform. What would happen to her mission?
Just as Fu Ying was concentrating on thinking, Luo Heng, who had been stiff, suddenly moved.
The pair of slender pale fingers suddenly clasped her wrist, revealing a familiar coldness. The timidity in the purple pupils disappeared, replaced by a heart-pounding cold and dead silence.
His androgynous face was somewhat hazy in the light and shadow. Although he showed no emotion, his low, hoarse voice revealed a barely perceptible fluctuation: "Are you okay?"
Fu Ying shook his head and pulled Ni up.
She turned sideways and pointed at the people behind her. Her charming voice was gentle, "You should all be familiar with them. I won't introduce them to you in detail. For now, let's stay in the Black Crocodile Swamp. Once the rainy season is over, we'll find another suitable place to live."
As she spoke, her narrow eyes narrowed slightly, wrapping around Ni's purple pupils like chains.
He has a dark and paranoid personality, and right now he's probably planning how to tear the others apart so he can have her all to himself.
If he refused to let Bai Cang and others stay here, she would have to find another way to "reinvigorate her role as wife."
Her long, slender eyelashes half-hid her deep purple pupils, casting a shadow on her pale skin, and her slender knuckles silently clasped Fu Ying's wrist.
After a moment, he raised his eyes to look at Bai Cang, Qing Lan, and the Hou of Buye who was unconscious on the ground.
"Get out and find some bamboo and wood for yourselves." His purple eyes were filled with coldness. His fingertips gently stroked Fu Ying's wrist and added, "I'll help you find a place to stay."
A low, hoarse voice escaped from his throat. Although it was not polite, it was already a huge concession.
Bai Cang's gaze fell on Ni, who was sometimes weak and sometimes strong. He could not see through this person at all. When he fell into the Cliff of Thorns, there was no such person as "Luo Heng".
Qinglan turned around and tried to leave the bamboo house without saying a word.
"Qinglan." Fu Ying's charming voice sounded, calling the person.
Qinglan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned his back to the few people, slowly closing his slender fingers at his sides.
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