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Chapter 348 The Beast God's Ceremony [The Finale]

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Soon, the cold season arrived again.

Today, Fuying found more than twenty eggs in the chicken coop. In a good mood, she cooked hot pot herself.

Snowflakes were falling heavily outside the window, while steam rose from the long corridor.

Fuying was dressed in thick clothes with a collar of fluffy white fox fur. The hot pot was bubbling and boiling, with lush green vegetables that she had grown herself and meat that was from a rock sheep hunted by Zhengcang, which was tender and delicious.

Pick up a thin slice of meat, dip it in sesame sauce, and you won't trade it for anything, not even a god's!

Even without mentioning Fuying, Zhengcang's handsome face flushed slightly from eating.

Fu Ying smiled and poured him a glass of wine: "The fruit wine I made last year tastes pretty good, want to try some?"

Zheng Cang looked up at her, a faint smile playing in his dark eyes.

He raised his glass and gently clinked it against Fuying's, then drank it all in one gulp, his face flushing even more.

Fuying looked at the white sky, exhaled softly, and the breath dissipated into mist.

She propped her cheek on her arm and looked at Zheng Cang: "Tell me, what's so good about you staying here?"

She was about to leave and originally didn't want to involve anyone, as it would affect her feelings and judgment. Unexpectedly, the beastmen of several mission targets failed to accompany her to the end, while this deity obediently stayed here for a year.

The departure time announced in the 007 trailer has now been changed to eighteen days.

Time flies so fast, so fast that she almost forgot she was just a mission taker.

Zheng Cang paused slightly, raised his eyes to look at Fu Ying, and quietly said, "You still want to leave?"

Fu Ying chuckled softly, opening her arms to welcome the cold wind blowing in from the window: "Of course!"

After speaking, she paused, then looked at Zheng Cang with a smile in her eyes: "So, how did you know?"

Zhengcang silently gazed at her. Suddenly, besides the heavy snow, wisps of golden light flew in from the sky. This light was so dazzling that it illuminated almost half of the sky, and in mid-air, it gathered into a long bridge that led directly to Fuying.

She was slightly surprised, as if she didn't understand where the surging power of faith surrounding her came from.

Since she was publicly "struck to death" by lightning two years ago, her faith power has become much weaker, almost non-existent in recent times. After all, in the eyes of the public, she, the Beast Goddess, is already dead and can no longer protect them.

Zheng Cang stretched out his hand to Fu Ying: "Want to go take a look?"

Fu Ying's expression slightly changed as he looked at Zheng Cang and said indifferently, "I have already forgotten."

"Since you've forgotten, why be afraid?" Zheng Cang said in a calm voice, his eyes seeming to see through everything.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes and took another sip of fruit wine: "I'm not afraid, I just don't want to."

She didn't want to disrupt their gradually peaceful life, didn't want to stir up the waves in her heart again, and didn't want anything in this little world to affect the life she was about to begin, since this place never belonged to her from beginning to end.

She is not a "Fuying", not an orc, and cannot stay here forever.

In this life, to have a brief time together is already a matter of fate, and there is often no need to force too much.

Zheng Cang looked at her quietly, and after a moment, he waved his hand, and the surroundings had changed.

Fu Ying glanced at him coldly, but the next moment, she couldn't help but turn her gaze in one direction.

There, orange lights floated in the sea, covering the vast triangular area.

On the shore, many orcs knelt on the ground, their hands clasped together, gazing devoutly at the sea. Silence rose from the ground, but Fuying, as the Beast God, heard it all very clearly.

"I hope that the Beast God will return once again."

One sentence, a million voices.

Zheng Cang stood beside Fu Ying, looking at the group of orcs, and said softly, "I have never seen such a magnificent sight on the orc continent."

Fu Ying ignored him and focused her gaze on the front of the crowd.

There stood seven males.

Dan Yue, Bai Cang, Teng, Qing Lan, Wu, Luo Heng, and Buye Hou—each figure, seemingly faded from memory, is now clearly displayed before my eyes, and scenes from the past echo in my mind like a movie.

Dan Yue's expression was gentle, and her light blue eyes held a deep longing.

Bai Cang's silver hair flew wildly in the wind, her beautiful and vibrant eyes gazing into the distance with a sense of emptiness. Teng's almost pale face was extremely cold, and his dark green pupils showed no trace of human emotion.

Qinglan was thin, with only her long, flaxen hair neatly combed and adorned with jingling jade ornaments.

Its golden-red wings spread in the wind, fluttering loudly, and its back stood straight.

A subtle fragrance wafted around Luo Heng, her purple curly hair cascading down her back, but she looked extremely haggard.

The Lord of Nevernight crossed his arms, his brows furrowed with rage, while the insectoid horde behind him swarmed and knelt in worship.

Fuying gazed at them, her red lips slightly pursed. They seemed different from the ones she remembered.

Zheng Cang turned his head to look at her: "Today is the Beast God Festival. They have been searching for you for two years and have never given up. They do not believe that you are dead. If they cannot bring you back even with all the power of the Beastman Continent, then perhaps everything will come to an end."

Fu Ying lowered her eyes, then suddenly let out a self-deprecating chuckle: "Stay, and then what?"

She turned to look at Zheng Cang, her eyes icy: "Let me continue being this Beast God, watching them die one by one, then encounter new males, and start a new story? Day after day? Zheng Cang, is that fair to me? I am an outsider soul, and right in front of me is the joy of promotion and salary increase. Why should I give up all of that for a virtual relationship? No one and nothing can change my mind."

Zheng Cang looked at her again with those "divine" eyes.

Fu Ying gave a cold laugh and turned to leave.

She can't stay here!

"Aying." The voice was clearly calm and even, yet it seemed to suppress immense power and conceal some kind of burning emotion.

Fuying stopped abruptly, a look of astonishment appearing in her eyes.

She turned her head sharply to look at Zheng Cang. At that moment, the ancient, detached and sublime "divinity" around him receded like the tide, and his dark eyes stared straight at her. His gaze was deep, as if it had pierced through endless chaos and carried an unspeakable weight.

In that instant, those long-forgotten, burning memories came rushing back, churning like a tidal wave.

"Ah...Ah Cang?" Fu Ying's voice trembled uncontrollably as she looked at Zheng Cang, almost speechless.

Zheng Cang's eyes were misty with tears, but they did not fall; instead, they made his eyes appear even darker and brighter.

He called her softly again, each word filled with the precious joy of finding her again: "Aying".

This sound completely shattered all her forced composure!

Fuying choked with sobs, like a bird that had finally found its home, and suddenly flew into his arms, holding him tightly.

Her body trembled uncontrollably due to the intense emotional turmoil.

It turned out to be the case.

She entered the cycle of reincarnation, becoming a mission taker from the Time and Space Administration who travels through countless worlds. All her seemingly accidental choices and perseverance were ultimately for one person.

Zhengcang is a born deity, and so is she.

However, he suffered the calamity of having his seven emotions shattered and was terrified by the backlash, almost losing his life.

To save him, she willingly relinquished her divine status and fell into endless reincarnation, traversing countless worlds with her insignificant body, all in search of that sliver of possibility to save him.

He is the will of this small world. His shattered emotions transformed into various beastmen, scattered in all directions, enduring hardships. She, bit by bit, stitch by stitch, retrieved, warmed, repaired, and pieced those "fragments" back together.

The backlash ended, and he was reborn.

However, due to repeated reincarnations, she has forgotten everything.

Until now.

Zheng Cang held her tightly, so tightly he almost embedded her into his body, his voice hoarse: "Can you not leave?"

Hearing his broken voice, Fu Ying said in a muffled voice, "Anyway, I'm a leader here, right?"

How could she possibly choose to leave him after remembering all of this?
Upon hearing Fu Ying's words, Zheng Cang couldn't help but chuckle: "Yes, you are. I can be your subordinate."

Fu Ying couldn't laugh. She stepped out of his arms and looked at Zheng Cang, her slightly red eyes full of questions: "So, why won't you sleep with me? And what about that A Rong that Lie Xiao mentioned?"

His dark, fierce eyes were filled with innocence: "What, A-Rong? Who is that?"

"Zheng Cang! You—"

A light yet passionate kiss sealed her red lips.