It takes a long time to break out of the shell
Bai Cang's expression was gentle. Just as he was about to step forward, his steps suddenly stopped.
He stared intently at the beast spirit flower blossoming on Fu Ying's forehead. A hint of surprise flashed in his amber eyes, shining brightly in the morning light: "A Ying, you..."
There was a barely perceptible tremor in his lingering voice.
Fu Ying raised the corners of her eyes slightly, her smile as bright as the spring breeze in March: "Yes, our family is going to have another little beast."
When he heard the word "little beast", his body froze.
He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze rolling over the flower mark on Fu Ying's forehead inch by inch. In those enchanting purple eyes, there was a frightening darkness and silence. After a moment, he turned and left the bamboo house.
Only a faint fragrance lingered in the room.
Bai Cang paused, and his eyes met Qinglan's in mid-air. There was an obscure undercurrent in each other's eyes.
Because they all knew that the cub in Aying's belly could be any one of theirs, but not the other's.
Perhaps it was the shackles of having two souls in one body that Ni had never even had an estrus period.
He was like a lonely soul wandering away from a few people, gloomy and silent. Later, everyone had their own bloodline to continue, but he was the only one isolated from this bond, all alone. Isn't that a torture?
"Aying, Ni..." Bai Cang frowned and turned to look at Fuying.
Fu Ying retracted her gaze: "It's okay, let him be quiet for a while, I will go find him later."
The dilemma of adversity ultimately lies with Luo Heng.
In the late rainy season, although Ni was not troubled by the estrus period, she always treated him fairly and never showed favoritism. It was still one day for each person, and during this period, she never met Luo Heng once.
Fu Ying raised her eyes and looked at Bai Cang: "Have you heard the news?"
When the rainy season ended, she specially sent Bai Cang and Ni to inquire about the tribal trade conference. She didn't want to miss the opportunity to save Wu, this old-fashioned and stubborn orc. If he was really sold as a slave, he would probably not survive.
The lofty overlord of the sky is also a strong-willed person at heart.
Bai Cang paused briefly, then looked up at Fu Ying and said, "I heard that the entire Beishan tribe has gathered to participate in this tribal trade conference. Even the sea orcs will be coming."
"Sea tribe?" Fu Ying's eyes moved slightly.
She has never forgotten the first beastman she met when she came to the Orc Continent, Danyue.
Bai Cang nodded. When he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a shadow. When he raised his eyes again, a sneer flashed in his amber eyes: "Yes, this tribal trade conference is very lively."
He paused, then continued, "We might even sell some stray orcs."
Qinglan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, frowning: "Trafficking stray orcs?"
His brows were furrowed, and his usually clear and bright face was covered with a layer of gloom. Orcs are free, so how can they be sold and traded like commodities?
Fu Ying stared at Qinglan's tense profile, and gently covered his clenched palm with his fingertips.
He has always been a cheerful and cheerful person, so naturally he couldn't stand hearing such things. At this moment, he even showed some anger, which was rare.
Bai Cang's Adam's apple rolled, and he was silent for a moment before he looked up at Fu Ying. His amber eyes danced with obscurity, "Yes, one of them is... Wu."
Qinglan's body suddenly shook, and he looked up at Fu Ying. His usually cold eyes trembled violently, and his ethereal voice was a little hoarse: "Wu?! How is this possible?"
Although Bai Cang had never met Wu, he had pieced together this golden eagle orc from Teng's story.
A mutant raptor that once dominated the sky, but had its wings broken, fell to the bottom of the valley, and became a wandering orc despised by everyone, living on charity from the tribe. It was extremely difficult for him to hold on until now.
Fu Ying's long eyelashes drooped slightly. "When does the tribal trade fair begin?"
"Three days later."
*
"Ni?" Fu Ying pushed the door open and entered the bamboo house, only to see Ni standing alone in front of the window.
His pale knuckles clasped the mottled window frame, his purple pupils lowered, his gaze silently fixed on the moonflower with drooping buds outside the window. The rainy season ended, the sun shone slightly, and the petals were covered with fine lines.
I don't know how long I have been watching it.
When he heard Fu Ying's voice, his eyes paused slightly and his body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
Suddenly, a pair of soft white arms wrapped around his thin waist, and the cheek pressed against his taut back.
The light and shadow in the inverted purple pupils were slightly stagnant, but they remained silent like a deep pool.
Fu Ying's breath was warm, and her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of lingering charm. She whispered, "Ni, will you accompany me to the tribal trade conference this time? Okay?"
Ni raised his hand and placed it on her arm, slowly closing his bony knuckles.
His Adam's apple rolled, and after a long while, he finally uttered a low, hoarse voice from his chest: "...Okay."
Fu Ying buried her face in his back and rubbed it gently, her voice as soft as honey: "I will find a way. We will have our own cubs, and you will definitely be the best father."
The deep purple pupils trembled slightly, and a ray of light flashed, but it was like a mist in the twilight.
*
"Aying! I'm back!"
In the evening, Teng finally came back, dragging a string of bloody but struggling prey in his hands. When he ran back excitedly, his chest was still heaving violently, and the ink-colored scales were faintly visible on the side of his neck.
He threw the prey to Bai Cang and took out many fresh fruits from his storage bag.
Teng carefully handed the wild fruit to Qinglan, fearing that the blood on his hands would stain the fruit: "Go, wash it and give it to Aying, she will definitely like it."
Fu Ying stepped forward and gently wiped the blood from between Teng's fingers with a handkerchief. He frowned slightly and asked with a hint of gentle rebuke in his voice, "Why are you back so late?"
The corners of Teng's lips curled up, and a smile filled his angular face.
His dark green eyes stared at Fu Ying, and he said softly, "I climbed three mountains today and picked all the fruits I came across. Try them and see which ones you like. I'll pick more tomorrow!"
Bai Cang slowly twisted the beast's neck, raised his eyelids and glanced at the excited Teng, saying with a half-smile, "So attentive? The cub in A Ying's belly may not be yours."
Teng half-closed his eyes, his dark green pupils narrowed into a line: "The cub in Aying's belly must be mine!"
"You guys, how could we snake orcs be as naturally gifted at clinging to...serving females as we are?" The scarlet snake tongue unconsciously peeked out from between its teeth. "Besides, even if we're talking about first come, it has to be my snake cub!"
Qinglan raised his eyes to look at the confident Teng, and the jade ornaments in his hair cast tiny spots of light in the dusk halo.
His voice was as clear as melting snow in a mountain stream. "Although snake eggs are easy to lay, they take a long time to hatch. It will be very hard for A-Ying. But a snow leopard cub... can walk on the snow and chase the wind in just one month."
Fu Ying was slightly surprised and turned to look at Qinglan who suddenly joined the "battle".
His handsome face was still calm, showing no difference. However, she did not expect that such a cold and aloof person like frost and snow would argue with others. It made her look a bit more worldly.
Teng's pupils shrank, and his dark green eyes locked coldly on Qinglan, his knuckles making a cracking sound.
He still dislikes him, but he dares to take the initiative to provoke him?
Bai Cang leaned lazily on the edge of the bed, his slender fingers occasionally ruffling Tuanzi's silver hair.
He raised his eyes lazily, his gaze moving between the two of them, a hint of amusement at the corners of his eyes, and suddenly he chuckled: "Our Tuanzi... was pestering me yesterday, saying that he wanted a brother and sister."
He then dragged out his words with a hint of meaning, each word striking a chord with the others: "If it was a red fox cub like Ah Ying, it would be even better. I'm afraid Tuanzi wouldn't even be able to sleep."
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