Okay, listen to Aying.
Teng glared at him coldly, the corner of his lips curled up in sarcasm: "You already have dumplings, and you still don't give up!"
Most cubs born by females take after their fathers. If Aying really gives birth to a red fox, wouldn't that be exactly what the fox wants?
Bai Cang raised the corner of his eye, and raised his thin lips in a seductive arc, saying in a lingering voice: "As long as they are the cubs born by A Ying, there is no such thing as too many. I will definitely treat them all as my treasures."
The corner of Teng's mouth twitched violently, his knuckles cracked, and his fists hardened.
Fu Ying leaned lazily on the rattan chair made by Ni himself. With a flick of his slender fingers and a glance, he took the wild fruit handed to him by Qinglan into his mouth. The flesh was sweet and the juice was rich.
She suddenly chuckled, "I'm going out tomorrow. This time, I'll take Ni with me. He's been stuck in the Black Crocodile Swamp for so long, and it just so happens that the tribal trade fair is coming up, so I'll take him out to see the world."
Teng's brows suddenly furrowed as he stepped forward and said, "Then I want to go with you! I can protect you!"
Before he finished speaking, a sticky sneer suddenly seeped out from outside the door. A pale fingertip pushed open the bamboo house door, and the purple eyes swept over Teng's figure. The voice was extremely cold: "Protect? By you?"
Ni's purple hair swayed, brushing across Teng's shoulders like mist. Her purple eyes glanced at him lightly, and the nine-star pattern on her forehead shone brightly, with a faint fragrance floating in the air.
This casual glance was as silent as a swamp.
Teng's knuckles suddenly made a crisp sound, and his dark green pupils shrank into a slit.
Bai Cang's amber eyes flickered slightly, and he withdrew his hand that was gently stroking Tuanzi's soft hair.
He walked forward slowly and sat down gracefully. When he looked at Fu Ying, his eyes were as soft as water and his voice was very lingering: "Although we don't need too many people this time, the journey is not short. You are pregnant with a cub now, so you can't bear the fatigue."
He paused briefly, tapping the table with his slender fingers. "How about letting Qinglan go with you? He's more attentive and can take care of you along the way. He can also transform into a beast and carry you on his back."
Hearing this, Teng frowned and glanced at Bai Cang coldly, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.
What a great "cooperation". Previously they said they would join forces to deal with these latecomers, but now they are taking the initiative to hand over the opportunity to get close to the female master to others. Is this also considered cooperation?
Qinglan was slightly startled, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, but her gray-brown pupils were still cold.
Fu Ying half-closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and nodded: "Okay."
The corners of her eyes were raised, and she looked at Qinglan with a hint of smile. Her tone was charming and lazy, with a hint of indulgence: "My Qinglan hates dirty things the most. This time I brought you there just to let you vent your anger."
As she spoke, her fingertips were entwined with Qinglan's flaxen hair. The originally dull hair glowed like honey under the light. After this period of care, it was as smooth as silk.
As her fingertips moved, the jade ornaments in his hair made a clear sound.
You must always pamper your beastly husband.
Qinglan raised his head and stared at her. Seeing the doting look in her eyes, he curled up his thin lips and smiled cleanly and clearly. The cold smile between his brows was pure and moving.
"Okay, I'll listen to Aying." His voice was clear and ethereal, with an upward ending tone that revealed a bit of joy.
Teng clenched his fists suddenly, turned around, and the ends of his white hair drew a sharp arc in the air.
He rushed out of the bamboo house without looking back, his back full of anger.
Fuying held his cheek with his hand, a mischievous smile on his lips. Who could have thought that the snake husband who was full of hostility in the past would now get angry over such a small matter?
Bai Cang's eyes flickered slightly: "Teng is young and energetic, Ah Ying, don't worry too much, I'll go see him."
A smile appeared in Fu Ying's eyes: "Now you are much cuter than before."
Bai Cang raised his eyes when he heard that, and a gentle smile flashed in his amber eyes.
He stood up and walked out, his silver hair swaying gently behind him.
Bai Cang walked slowly to Teng's bamboo house and saw the door slammed shut.
He raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and pushed the door, and the door made a slight creaking sound.
He paused, and instantly suppressed his rage, replaced by a look of grievance. He turned his head and met Bai Cang's amber eyes that were half smiling. His expression suddenly drooped, and he grabbed the kettle and took a big gulp.
Cold water droplets slid down his tense jawline and slammed the kettle onto the bamboo table.
Bai Cang walked forward slowly, his fingertips swiping across the water stains on the table, and asked playfully, "Are you that angry?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, but as soon as he did, Teng's dark green eyes were filled with hostility, and snake scales were faintly visible on the side of his neck: "You mean this kind of alliance?"
After saying this, he sneered again: "A fallen orc is actually pretending to be a good person."
Bai Cang was not angry at all, but instead chuckled, and the silver hair behind him trembled slightly with his low laughter.
His crimson lips curled up, but the ending tone raised a dangerous arc: "Good man?"
Teng narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were as dark as the abyss: "What do you mean?"
Bai Cang sneered, "This tribal trade fair was set up by someone to lure a fallen orc like me into a trap. Ah Ying didn't want me to take any risks, so she had to go there herself."
"Although Ni has a strange temper, he is the only one among us who is at the Nine Star Extreme Realm."
"With his help, Aying will be safer. And... Aying is pregnant now. This cub could be any of ours, but it can't be his."
"This... can be considered as Aying's way of comforting him."
Teng's brows were raised: "Then why can't I go? Do you trust Qinglan so much?!"
He gnashed his teeth, a murderous aura surging through his body: "Bai Cang, don't forget, it was he who caused Ah Ying to break the contract herself, fall into the mud, and nearly get into trouble!"
Bai Cang raised his eyes, his gaze suddenly cold, and confronted Teng sharply: "Of course I can't forget."
After he finished speaking, he sneered and said in a deep voice: "But you should also know that now that he is Aying's beastly husband, if you insist on making things difficult for him, it will only make Aying's job difficult!"
The violent aura of Teng suddenly froze, and a ferocious look of anger froze on his face.
Bai Cang's amber eyes swept over Teng coldly. "This journey is dangerous. Your temper is too fierce, which could easily lead to disaster. Besides, can your beast form carry a person? Do you want Ah Ying to suffer more?"
Teng was speechless, his Adam's apple rolled violently, and all the violent energy surged in his chest, which was then forcibly swallowed.
He closed his eyes, then opened them again, his voice hoarse: "So, Wu was really caught?"
Bai Cang's expression was stern, his eyes cold. "Sang Jie united with the many tribes in Beishan to target me. They are afraid of the fallen orcs, so they are capable of doing anything."
"But you know A-Ying now. She won't stand by and watch Wu get into trouble."
Teng's eyes moved slightly, as if thinking about something: "So you asked Qinglan to come with you, is it really just to let him take care of Aying?"
Bai Cang raised his eyelids and said lightly: "This is just a very small reason."
His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
Bai Cang tapped his knuckles lightly on the bamboo table, his eyes darkening. "Ni is indeed powerful, but he also has an extremely unstable Luo Heng lurking within him. What if something really happens and we're not here?"
At this point, Bai Cang's knocking on the bamboo table suddenly stopped, and his voice became deeper: "Qinglan is meticulous and sensitive, and is not easily deceived by external things..."
A trace of gloom suddenly flashed across Bai Cang's eyes.
Obviously, the plan that Buyehou had made at the time still made him feel uncomfortable.
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