Feng An was speechless for a moment.

In his eyes, he could control the death of any beastman, and everything he did was right. If someone else did it, it would be vicious, cruel, and ruthless!

Feng Sheng turned around, not wanting to look at Feng An's extremely hateful face, and said to Hu Qingshan:

"Go ahead."

Hu Qingshan could no longer hold back, and the beastmen behind him were even more eager to move. As soon as Feng Sheng finished speaking, the beastmen had already jumped up one after another and pounced on the wind fox beastman.

Claws up and claws down!

The weak wind fox beastman was no match for them at all.

In just half a minute, the wind beetle beastmen who were just smug had turned into corpses all over the ground, and the blood dyed the whole land red, like the most gorgeous flowers in winter.

The wailing sounds came one after another, but the beastmen showed no mercy.

If they hadn't taken the initiative today, this group of beastmen would have taken the opportunity to retaliate and hurt their people.

The law of the jungle is the law of survival on this continent.

Feng An watched the wind beetle beastmen fall one after another, but he just dodged backwards and had no intention of going up to help.

Seeing this scene, Hu Qingshan and the beastmen sneered at him and despised him.

This coward!

He doesn't even have the courage to fight them!

Feng Sheng even showed a sarcastic smile, and shouted to the desperate wind-leopard beastmen:

"This is the good leader you chose, who only cares about escaping and doesn't care about your life or death."

There are not many wind-leopard beastmen left alive.

They are covered in the blood of their tribesmen.

Seeing Feng An running back, their eyes are full of anger and despair.

It's a pity that they will never have the chance to regret.

The sharp claws scratched their throats, and the spurting hot blood was like splashing water, blending with the snow, and completely becoming the nourishment of the forest.

A cold light flashed in Hu Qingshan's eyes, and his heroic figure swooped over, slashing at Feng An's legs with his sharp claws.

There were only two clicks.

Feng An's leg bones made a cracking sound, and he fell headfirst into the snow. As if he sensed death was coming, he held up his upper body with all his strength, and wanted to continue running away.

He couldn't die here!

He wanted to live, and Feng Sheng should be the one to die!

Feng Sheng had already come in front of him, stepped on his hand that was digging into the snow, and looked down at him with cold eyes.

"Feng An, where do you want to run to?"

"They are all dead, and it's time for you to go and accompany them."

Her voice was extremely calm, like the snow water flowing slowly down the snowy mountain, revealing a chilling chill.

"No, you can't kill me!"

Feng An's eyes were full of fear, and he wanted to pull his hand out, but Feng Sheng's foot was like a nail, preventing his hand from moving at all.

He could only scream in panic, like a madman:

"Why? My parents were killed by you. You killed them, and now you don't let me go either. You are going to destroy the tribe..."

Hearing this, Feng Sheng sneered,

as if he had heard a funny joke.

"I don't know what your father said to you before he died. I only know that he used the Wind Beetle Staff to kill countless tribesmen in order to seize the position of the tribe leader, causing the Wind Beetle Staff to remain silent for decades before it recovered."

"Your father died because he used up the Wind Beetle Staff for his own selfishness, which led to him being seriously injured and the Wind Beetle Staff could no longer be used, so he died of illness."

"He deserves all of this! He asked for it!"

If it weren't for this incident, how could her mother, who had carefully taken care of the Wind Beetle Staff for more than ten years and damaged her body, be killed by Feng An's conspiracy?

Hatred surged in Feng Sheng's cold eyes.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

"It's not like that at all. It's you who killed my parents. I did all this only for the good of the tribe. You flatter these orcs. You are a traitor..."

Feng An knew all this.

It's just that he was stubborn and only wanted to believe what he thought.

He roared with all his might, as if he wanted to refute his innocence in this way.

Feng Sheng just looked at him quietly.

The orc in front of him had a bloody face, and his body was dirty and smelled bad, like a stink bug stuck in a quagmire. His face was hideous and terrifying, and he didn't deserve to be called an orc.

She pulled out a bone knife that had been polished to an extremely sharp edge from her waist. She had lost her patience and stabbed it into his temple without waiting for Feng An to finish yelling.

"Puchi!"

Feng An's pupils dilated.

Her eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out, and Feng Sheng's cold face was reflected in her eyes.

It formed a sharp contrast with his evil and ferocious appearance.

Feng An didn't even have time to struggle before he left this world forever.

Feng Sheng pulled out the bone knife and threw it on the snow.

She didn't want to use the dirty thing stained with Feng An's blood anymore.

"Feng Sheng." Hu Qingshan turned into a human form, came to Feng Sheng, took out the beast skin and carefully wiped the blood off her hands.

Seeing that Feng Sheng seemed to be in a bad mood, he quickly comforted her:

"Don't be sad, these beastmen deserved to die, and we will all be your people in the future, and we will never betray you like they did."

Feng Sheng looked at Hu Qingshan with a strange look.

Which eye of his saw that she was sad?

She had gotten her revenge, and she was so happy.

Just when she was about to explain, she turned around and saw that the beastmen around her were looking at her with sympathy. They didn't discriminate against her because she had just killed Feng An. Instead, their eyes were all filled with sympathy.

Feng Sheng was speechless.

Forget it.

She probably couldn't explain it clearly.

Let them misunderstand.

This battle ended without any suspense. After a short rest, Hu Qingshan took Fengsheng and other beastmen back to the tribe.

The body of Fengli beastman was left directly in the forest and became food for wild beasts.

Meanwhile.

In the stone house, Long Yao was sleeping soundly with his round belly exposed. As his belly rose and fell, the snot bubbles coming out of his nostrils became larger and smaller.

Hu Jiaojiao opened the door quietly.

Seeing that there were no cubs in the corridor, she flashed into the room, gently closed the door, and walked to the bed.

"Yao'er, wake up..."

Hu Jiaojiao pinched Long Yao's soft face.

She has been thinking about how to change into a beast recently. After thinking about it, she decided that it would be more appropriate to ask her own cubs for help instead of looking for outsiders.

Long Yao was the easiest to fool among the cubs, and he was the last one to change into a beast. He should be very experienced in this matter.

Hu Jiaojiao decided to trick Long Yao into teaching her how to change into a beast.

Unexpectedly, she called him several times, but Long Yao showed no signs of waking up.

Instead, he turned over, his butt facing the sky, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Hu Jiaojiao was speechless.

After thinking about it, Hu Jiaojiao took out a colorful lollipop from the space, tore open the wrapping paper, and shook it at the tip of Long Yao's nose.

Long Yao's eyes were still closed, and the tip of his nose suddenly twitched twice, like a puppet, moving his head along the lollipop in Foxy's hand, and slowly raised it.

His pink mouth smacked twice, trying to peck at the lollipop.

Foxy took the lollipop back.

Long Yao swallowed a mouthful of air, and opened his eyes in a daze, but he didn't expect to see Foxy's enlarged face.