208: Chapter 208 Contract Beast or Beast Husband, Choose One

Feng Yange looked stunned. "Was I not being obvious enough?"

Mo Yuan clenched his fists, not daring to look at Feng Yange. Feng Yange walked up to him, reached out, and cupped his face. "A-Yuan, look at me. Let me say this again: your original form is exceptionally good. In my world, Xiangliu is someone I like very, very much. I really like your original form; you don't need to keep doubting it."

"Mistress." Mo Yuan pulled Feng Yange into his embrace, his body trembling slightly from the sourness in his heart. He had never imagined that Mistress would truly like his original form.

"They all say I am a Vicious Beast, a calamity..."

"So what if you're a Vicious Beast? Did you eat their rice or harm them? Besides, if they didn't look for trouble with you, would you have dealt with them?" Feng Yange gently patted Mo Yuan's back, her tone tender. "A-Yuan, don't always blame yourself. There is no reason for you to bear the weight of their mistakes."

Mo Yuan choked up, his arms tightening around Feng Yange. "Sister, thank you."

"That's right. From now on, if they dare to speak ill of you again, just scold them back fiercely. You have me behind you, and Long Ze and the others. We are a family!" Feng Yange soothed him softly. How could her Xiangliu ever be wrong?

She should have thought of it sooner; how could a Xiangliu who was forced into becoming a Devil Head not have his place?

But she just happened to like Vicious Beasts. Such a good Xiangliu—if they didn't want him, she did.

"Mistress, you are the second person who doesn't despise my original form." Mo Yuan released Feng Yange, no longer obsessing over his original form, feeling much more relaxed.

Feng Yange thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "The first one is Jun Chen, right?"

Mo Yuan responded, "Yes, he is my only friend."

Feng Yange laughed out loud. "You should say he's your only friend from the righteous path. You must have had friends back when you were in the Demon Race, right?"

Mo Yuan shook his head, his eyes drooping. "In the Demon Race, they only saw me as the Demon Lord; they only felt fear and submission toward me. I had loyal subordinates, but only Jun Chen was my true friend. He was the only one who knew my original form was a Xiangliu and still believed I was a good beast."

Feng Yange watched Mo Yuan talking animatedly and took his hand.

"Does Mistress want to know what his original form is?"

Upon hearing Mo Yuan say this, Feng Yange thought seriously for a moment. "Let me guess."

Mo Yuan nodded, looking at Mistress with gentle eyes, not rushing her.

"Is it a Bai Ze?"

Mo Yuan's expression froze, and he asked, excitedly pulling Feng Yange's hand, "Mistress, how did you know?"

Feng Yange curled her lips, pretending to be enigmatic, watching the curiosity in Mo Yuan's eyes. "I guessed. Your original form is a Xiangliu; Jun Chen must be at the level of an Auspicious Beast. Plus, he likes wearing white, looks gentle as the breeze, has an ethereal and immortal air, and is kind-hearted. I figured it was a Bai Ze."

Mainly, in her memories, only a Bai Ze fit the description.

"Mistress, you are too good at guessing. Jun Chen is indeed a Bai Ze. His original form is so beautiful—completely snow-white, standing there with an imposing air of nobility, completely different from me. That is precisely why he didn't want to tell you he was a Bai Ze before I revealed my own original form."

"A-Yuan, A-Chen is really good to you." She was starting to ship them a little; their bond was truly great.

"Of course. Otherwise, why would I let him serve Mistress alongside me?" The more Mo Yuan spoke, the more pleased he became, the corners of his mouth curling upward uncontrollably. He told Feng Yange many things about his time with Jun Chen, all about those happy days they spent together after they met.

Feng Yange listened, realizing that Jun Chen was truly a very, very good person. He didn't think Mo Yuan was a Vicious Beast just because he was a Xiangliu; he had always believed in Mo Yuan.

"Mistress hasn't returned yet. Should we ask around?"

Bai Jiuxiao held the Jade Slip. They hadn't sensed any danger to Mistress, but they hadn't had any news from her for two hours, and they were a bit worried.

"Wait a bit longer. Mistress is not in danger." Long Ze instructed them to keep the food cooking and to boil some water.

"Jun Chen, what exactly is Mo Yuan's original form?"

Xuan Li asked out of curiosity, but Ling Feng glared at him. "Don't ask what shouldn't be asked. He will naturally say it when he wants to."

Jun Chen lowered his eyes. Facing their curiosity, he remained completely unmoved. "When he wants to say it, he will naturally say it."

"Mo Yuan has his own reasons for not saying it. Instead of staring at his original form out of curiosity, we should think about the big guy inside." Li Mingye stared sharply at the distant Peak of the Snow Mountain. "According to what Yue Lan said, even if we combine our strength, we might not be a match for this big guy."

"It's different now."

Yue Lan's gaze swept indifferently over the Ice Jiao soaking in the spirit spring water. "With him here, we can step onto the Peak of the Snow Mountain. Even for the mountains and rivers in the future, we will have the confidence."

Yun Lin leaned over to stare at the Ice Jiao in the water bucket. "It seems that if we want to get the Snow Lotus, Little Eleven cannot run away."

"Only eleven; it's not many." Cang Yan glanced at the Ice Jiao. "But it's not a small number either."

"You might not know, but initially, Mistress only planned to have five. Ever since she made an exception and took in Little Six, Mistress stopped hesitating. The System said that if they were qualified, she would take them all." Xuan Li sighed languidly. He used to be able to coil around Mistress's arm and act spoiled often, but now he felt too embarrassed.

He was, after all, Mistress's second husband, the second beast husband in the beast world; he had to have the responsibility and magnanimity of a second husband.

"Five was the bare minimum. Mistress has the Hongmeng Spirit Root; even if she wanted fifty, it would be possible." Yue Lan's words caused everyone to fall silent.

"Mistress does not just love everyone she sees. She chose us because we are excellent. Otherwise, you wouldn't even have the qualifications to stay by her side." Long Ze felt very fortunate; thankfully, Mistress hadn't despised him back then.

He had been with Mistress since he was inside his eggshell.

"That's true. The fact that we can become a family is because Mistress doesn't despise us." Xuan Li thought about his first meeting with Mistress; he had accompanied Mistress as she grew up bit by bit.

He had witnessed Mistress's goodness from beginning to end.

The Ice Jiao listened to what they were saying and scoffed. What a bunch of stupid beasts, to actually be bewitched by a human female.

Only if a male beast is strong enough can he carve out his own world.

Mating with a human is inherently stupid, yet these beasts are foolish enough to be infatuated with a human.

Feng Yange sneezed twice in a row. Mo Yuan hurriedly scooped Feng Yange up by her waist. "Mistress, let's return quickly; they must be getting anxious waiting."

"A-Yuan, are you going to reveal your original form?"

Feng Yange summoned Dengdeng and told it to go ahead and tell them she was back. Dengdeng left behind an afterimage; it had to run fast—start the pot, heat the oil, and use high heat!

"Mistress, wait until you have tamed that Ice Jiao before mentioning the matter of my original form; he is not one of us yet." Mo Yuan didn't mind if the others knew about his original form; since they were all family, if they knew, they knew. He didn't care.

"A-Yuan, ask him what he thinks later. Don't force him; Contracted Beast or Beast Husband, he can pick one."