Production, a nearly fragile little life

The moment Fu Ying left the Demonic Sea Abyss, heart-wrenching pain swept through his whole body.

Her eyes went dark and she almost fell onto the charred sand.

"Are you okay?!" Jingxiang rushed forward and supported Fuying's shaky body. When she saw her pale face and her hair soaked with cold sweat, her voice became tense.

Fu Ying shook his head, endured the severe pain, clenched his five fingers, and put away the frost whip.

She turned to look at the unconscious Danyue lying on Fenghai's back and said to Fenghai, "Danyue's tail has been interrupted. He must leave the deep sea immediately and bring us ashore. You should know where the island he has been staying these days is."

Feng Hai was slightly startled when he heard this, then nodded solemnly.

Although he didn't know Fu Ying, she was willing to take the risk to rescue himself and the young patriarch. This alone was enough for him to trust her without reservation.

Fenghai and Shanhai exchanged a tacit glance, and then swam quickly towards the surface of the sea with Danyue.

Jingxiang looked at Fuying worriedly: "You look so ugly, are you hurt?"

After all, the Demonic Abyss is the territory of the Sirens, who are cursed creatures in legends.

Fu Ying shook her head and looked at Jing Xiang calmly: "I'm not injured, I'm about to give birth."

As soon as she finished speaking, her crimson fish tail raised a wave and in an instant she caught up with Fenghai and Shanhai.

Jingxiang stood there in a daze, her eyelashes trembling twice, and she reached out to pull Xingyao and Buck beside her.

"Wait…what did she just say? Is she going to give birth to something?"

Xingyao's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and her eyes flashed slightly: "She is going to give birth to cubs."

"Ahhh——" Jingxiang let out a scream with a changed tone, and the ending tone was split.

*

Fu Ying followed Feng Hai and Shan Hai. The moment she broke through the sea surface, the cold rain fell on her pale cheeks. Her crimson fish tail faded away, and she staggered onto the slippery reef.

Fu Ying stuffed the elixir between Danyue's lips, his fingertips trembling: "Send Danyue back."

Tanyue has been living on this island these days. His shelter is built with wood and is pitifully simple. The sea breeze, carrying a salty and fishy smell, blows in through the cracks in the wood.

However, on this remote island, this leaky wooden house is a rare place to live.

As soon as Shanhai got ashore, they turned into human forms, followed Fu Ying's instructions, and sent Danyue into the cabin.

Fu Ying didn't bother to look at the island. After entering the wooden house, he looked at the wind, sea, mountains and sea, and said with suppressed breathing: "Go back and tell Ru, wait..."

She frowned in pain, bent over and pressed her abdomen, sweating profusely, and took deep breaths.

"I tell you, I won't stop him when he rebuilds the star pattern for Danyue."

"Reshape the star pattern?!" Feng Hai's whole body trembled when he heard this, and his knuckles turned white from pinching. He looked at Fu Ying in disbelief, but heard her groan and fall down beside Danyue.

Shanhai looked at the light red water marks on Fuying's long, white legs, and his expression suddenly changed: "You..."

Fu Ying gritted her teeth and raised her hand, and Shan Hai was pushed out of the wooden house by a light breeze.

Then, a layer of light and shadow filled the area around the wooden house, blocking the wind and rain from the leaky cabin and also blocking their sight. In the gaps between the waves hitting the shore, suppressed moans of pain drilled into their ears.

"Shanhai, we are now..." Fenghai's face turned pale, his throat tightened, and he didn't know what to do.

Just at this moment, a burst of messy footsteps was heard on the coast.

Jingxiang hurried over, her long pink hair still dripping with water. She looked at the wooden house shrouded in light and shadow. When her fingertips were only half an inch away from the shimmering light, she stopped abruptly and did not dare to touch it.

She turned to look at Shanhai and Fenghai and asked anxiously, "Fuying, how is she?"

Xingyao stepped forward and gently embraced Jingxiang's trembling shoulders.

Shanhai shook his head, raised his hand and patted Xingyao on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Fenghai is injured, I have to take him back to the tribe. Xingyao, you stay here and guard the young clan leader..."

At this point, Shanhai paused, his eyes sweeping across the wooden house where light and shadow drifted. His Adam's apple rolled as he whispered, "...and the one inside."

Xingyao nodded silently and watched Shanhai and Fenghai leave the island.

From time to time, a fragmented gasp could be heard from the wooden house, and Jingxiang was so anxious that she was running around.

She held Xingyao's arm tightly, a little worried: "Is Fuying okay?"

Xingyao didn't say anything, but Buck said in a muffled voice: "She's so powerful, she will definitely be fine."

Jingxiang nodded vigorously, and the water droplets in her hair fell off as she moved: "Yes, she is someone who can come out of the Demonic Abyss. She must be fine, fine..."

Her voice became softer and softer, but her lips trembled slightly.

*

Fu Ying leaned against Danyue, his hair already soaked with cold sweat.

She listened to the chirping sounds of whales outside, took deep breaths, and clenched Danyue's wrist in waves of pain. Although it was not her first time giving birth, the pain was particularly real every time.

Danyue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the dilapidated wooden house was reflected in her blue pupils.

He only felt that his wrist was a little heavy, and there was a suppressed groan of pain in his ears. In confusion, the salty and wet sea breeze mixed with the smell of blood blew past his nose. He turned his head with difficulty and saw a hazy and slender figure.

Her hand was clasped around his wrist, her black hair was disheveled, and the familiar inscription on her waist was faintly visible.

Tanyue suddenly came to her senses and sat up from the flat silk leaves.

His bony knuckles curled, his pale face filled with shock. He seemed puzzled. He had clearly risked everything to go to the Demonic Abyss, so why would he stay with Fu Ying? It was absurd.

Fu Ying suddenly turned around and saw Danyue leaning up to look at him. Her cold white skin was sickly pale, and her long blue hair was wet and stuck to her neck, like silk soaked in sea water.

Although his face was pale and haggard, it still couldn't hide his exquisite beauty.

"...Awake?" Fu Ying gasped and forced a laugh, but before he could finish his words, he was forced to let out a muffled groan.

The moment the severe pain swept through her body like a tide, Fu Ying suddenly grabbed Danyue's wrist. As she suppressed a cry of pain, a fist-sized egg slid onto Jiao Xiao.

Danyue froze, the slightly pulsating egg reflected in her light blue pupils.

Fu Ying's chest heaved and she gasped violently. She lowered her eyes and stared at the glittering egg. The colorful light slowly flowed on the eggshell, sometimes showing a pearly luster.

Her eyebrows moved slightly, and sure enough, it belonged to the Marquis of Buye.

Giving birth in just over a month, judging from the time, only the Zerg can do it.

Fu Ying reached out and picked up the colorful egg. A faint pulsation came from the fist-sized eggshell. Although he couldn't see inside through the eggshell, he could sense that this was an almost fragile little life.

She lowered her eyelashes, took out a few precious spiritual herbs, and ground them carefully into a clear spiritual liquid in her palm. With a light touch of her fingertips, the liquid slowly seeped into the eggshell, and the glittering eggshell suddenly became warm.

This cub suffered a great ordeal while in the womb and struggled to be born, exerting all its strength.