186: Chapter 186 Is he jealous?

Feng Yange instantly perked up, "So, you know what its identity is?"

"It is of the same rank as Cang Yan, an ancient Divine Beast, the White Tiger. However, he is severely injured and in a near-death state. If Mistress hadn't saved him, he would surely have died," Mo Yuan said.

As Mo Yuan said this, Feng Yange hurriedly entered the space. Looking at the White Tiger lying inside, it sensed Feng Yange's aura and slowly opened its eyes.

Feng Yange walked quickly to the White Tiger, squatted down, and reached out to gently touch his fur. The White Tiger's body stiffened, but it did not resist.

"I heard from A-Yuan that you are an ancient Divine Beast, the White Tiger. Do you want to get better? Tell me what you need, and I can help you."

The White Tiger's amber eyes stared at Feng Yange; a fleeting light flashed in them, only to vanish in an instant.

It rested its head on the ground, looking extremely weak and listless.

"Have you given up on the will to live?"

Feng Yange leaned over and reached out to hug it, but was pulled back by Mo Yuan, who was at her side. "Mistress, be careful."

"It doesn't even care about death, so how could it hurt me?"

Feng Yange sat beside the White Tiger. "I know you are severely injured, but don't give up. You can come with us. I truly cherish talent, and you are a Divine Beast, the White Tiger. If you want revenge, you can kill your way back once you recover. If you have nowhere to go, just follow us. There is food and drink, and fights to be had. Traveling across the Nine Provinces won't be boring."

The White Tiger still didn't make a sound. Feng Yange stroked its head and sighed softly. "It seems you are a little pitiful soul who has suffered trauma. You can stay here; just let me know if you need anything. I won't give up on you."

Feng Yange exited the space, with Mo Yuan following closely behind. He pinned Feng Yange beneath him, looking down at her. "Mistress, are you planning to take another husband?"

Feng Yange reached out to hook her arms around Mo Yuan's neck, flipped over, and pinned him beneath her. "A-Yuan, are you jealous?"

"Mistress, please love me!"

Mo Yuan's purple eyes were filled with grievance. Feng Yange planted a kiss on his lips. "A-Yuan, not now. How about tonight? I need to go out and talk to them about something."

"I will carry you there." Mo Yuan scooped Feng Yange up by the waist and walked out of the cabin. The people guarding outside the ship's cabin lit up. "Mistress, you're awake!"

Jun Chen, looking energetic, stepped forward quickly. "Mistress, I made a lot of the food you like. Would you like to eat something?"

Feng Yange sat down. Xuan Li immediately served soup, and Ling Feng stood by, cutting meat and feeding it to Feng Yange's mouth. This actually left Feng Yange at a loss.

"Ling Feng, I can do it myself."

Such overly meticulous care really didn't suit her.

Feng Yange looked at them. "I have something to tell you all. That White Tiger has the Bloodline of an ancient Divine Beast and is of the same rank as Cang Yan. However, it seems to have lost the will to live, likely due to trauma. Can you all help it open its heart?"

"Then we will take turns going in to keep it company. It must have suffered some calamity."

Thinking of the severely injured White Tiger, Long Ze's gaze softened significantly.

Which of the men Mistress took as husbands hadn't suffered through many disasters?

However, fortunately, they had met Mistress.

"Mistress, let me go instead. Perhaps I can untie his heart's knot," Cang Yan stood up. "I'll go to the space to check on him."

"Then thank you, A-Yan." Feng Yange stuffed a piece of meat into Cang Yan's mouth, watched him eat it, and then he walked into the space.

"Mistress, are you going to take the White Tiger as a husband?" Bai Jiuxiao's words were shocking. Feng Yange choked and coughed violently. Looking up to see several pairs of eyes staring at her, she hurriedly explained, "Unless necessary, I really don't want to take any more husbands. You all are already more than enough for me to handle."

Although her Physique was already able to perfectly match with them, she truly felt their strength was too great; she couldn't quite handle it.

She didn't want to lie in bed every day, opening her eyes only to see different handsome faces waiting for her.

"Mistress, actually, we can accept however many men you marry. Moreover, we are not the type of men who are greedy for pleasure or fight for favor. If there is a good matching partner, we still hope Mistress will take them into the backyard; we can all accept it."

Once Long Ze spoke, the others immediately agreed.

Although they might feel a little uncomfortable inside, they knew better that in this world, to become stronger, it wasn't just about Mistress alone, but a matter for their entire Family. The stronger their overall strength, the stronger Mistress would become.

Feng Yange looked at their sincere faces and said with a look of despair, "I am kidney-deficient; could you consider my survival? With you all like this, one round of tossing lasts five days. Do you want me to never get out of bed?"

"Mistress, that's Mo Yuan and Jun Chen; we wouldn't dare to monopolize Mistress like that." Bai Jiuxiao complained with dissatisfaction. As for Yue Lan, he dared not complain—he was too strong and it was easy to get beaten up.

"Mistress, that was because we needed you to help us with the Fusion of the demon bead and the jinge pearl. If Mistress dislikes it, then we won't pester you in the future." Mo Yuan lowered his eyes, and the others couldn't bear to look.

They couldn't beat him in a fight, and they couldn't win an argument against him.

"Let's not talk about this. How much longer until we reach the Western Continent?"

"It's still early." Mo Yuan leaned close to Feng Yange's ear and whispered, "Mistress, help me with the Fusion of the demon bead tonight. This time, I guarantee it won't exceed three days."

Feng Yange grabbed a piece of roasted meat and stuffed it into his mouth. "Eat your food."

"You are a Demon Lord, after all. This current behavior, like a brothel patron, is truly unbearable to look at." Yue Lan's lazy gaze swept over Mo Yuan, but he was glared at in return. "So what? It's not like you're some upright Merman."

Feng Yange finished her dinner amidst their bickering. However, although they said what they said, they clearly made changes. This time, Mo Yuan's Fusion of the demon bead really finished in three days, and he even shared the time with the others.

They would go to accompany Feng Yange according to a lottery schedule every day, and they wouldn't be as insatiable as before.

Although she ate extremely well every day, Feng Yange didn't feel tired. Her physical strength had improved again, but the beast body pill needed to be upgraded.

"Mistress, the White Tiger wants to see you."

Cang Yan's voice came. Feng Yange threw off the blanket, changed into a new set of clothes, and entered the space.

Cang Yan saw that Mistress was barefoot, and his handsome face flushed slightly. He knew that during this period, Mistress had been accompanying them, but Mistress was truly too beautiful, making him lose his focus.

He suddenly wanted to form a contract with Mistress, but he was still in his Vermilion Bird cub form.

What a sin. If he had known earlier, he would have formed a contract with Mistress when they went to the Jiuyou Secret Realm.

He only grew in size, not his true form.

Feng Yange noticed Cang Yan's burning gaze and planted a kiss on his lips. "What's wrong with my A-Yan?"

Cang Yan's heart rate accelerated, and his face turned so red it was as if it would bleed.

Mistress kissed his lips.

So soft, so fragrant; they all ate too well.

"Mistress, I'm fine. It's the White Tiger who said he has something he wants to tell you." Cang Yan's voice became cutesy. Feng Yange chuckled and stroked Cang Yan's cheek. "That's good. If you have something to say, don't keep it to yourself, or else I will have to punish you."