The heart that is fused with blood

After looking around, everyone did a good job.

Only Teng was impatient and kept changing his sitting position.

However, although he could not sit still, his attitude was extremely serious. On each piece of paper, the huge "Fuying" filled the entire white paper, with force that penetrated the back of the paper. It seemed that he used all his strength, almost making the two words burst through the paper.

"The handwriting reflects the writer" is true. The characters written by these heroes each have their own unique style.

Bai Cangdi's handwriting was neat and rigorous at first, almost exactly the same as the one she demonstrated. Later, its true character gradually emerged, the dignity between the strokes became more and more obvious, and the turning points revealed a hint of unrestrained and free-spirited style.

Qinglan's handwriting is equally neat, and the two characters "扶楹" (supporting ying) that fill the entire page are almost harsh.

The characters, both in terms of spacing and size, appear to have been measured with a ruler. Apart from the obsessive-compulsive disorder, they are flawless, exuding an ascetic cleanliness that allows one to tell at a glance that they are his handwriting.

Tan Yue writes with equal concentration, her brushstrokes are gentle and freehand, neither hurried nor slow, and there is often a faint trace of empty strokes at the end, just like the sea surface under the moonlight, calm, yet shimmering across the paper.

Wu's handwriting is just like him, strong and sharp, like a spear ready to break through at any time, proud and unstoppable.

What Fu Ying didn't expect the most was Luo Heng.

He is timid and indifferent, and always likes to escape when encountering problems, but the words he writes are surprisingly relaxed and majestic.

The two characters "Fu Ying" were written by Luo Heng in a leisurely and open manner, with an elegant charm that was neither hurried nor slow.

Once everyone mastered the two words "Fuying", they became their names.

Among the few people, Bai Cang's name is obviously the simplest, followed by Qinglan, Danyue, Teng, Luoheng, and Wu. The strokes of their names are all complicated and the difficulty increases. Naturally, the first one to learn them is Bai Cang.

Not only did he write his own name in a dignified manner, he even learned the name of his dumpling with ease.

Fu Ying leaned against Bai Cang's side, watching him write the word "Tuanzi" on the paper. He then stroked the girl's soft silver hair and said, "Tuanzi has grown up so much. Shouldn't we give her a formal name?"

As soon as he heard the three words "give a name", Teng, who was practicing calligraphy, immediately raised his head.

His dark green eyes sparkled as he turned to look at the little creature in Bai Cang's arms and said with a smile, "I think the name Tuanzi is very nice. It's soft and sweet, and it sounds like the name of a little female. What's wrong with that?"

Fu Ying raised her eyebrows slightly, and nodded lightly on the paper with her fingertips: "A nickname is close, but a real name is still necessary."

Her eyes fell on Bai Cang's face: "What do you think?"

Fu Ying said as she took the swaddled cub from Dan Yue's hands, lightly tickled the tip of his pink nose with her fingertips, and whispered, "And this little fellow, it's time to give him a proper name, otherwise it will be inconvenient to call him."

Upon hearing this, Tan Yue raised her eyes, a gentle ripple rippled in her light blue pupils, and her voice was as clear as a spring: "Okay."

With Teng's words, he gradually put himself into the role of a father.

Actually, although the cub was not his blood, he had witnessed the little guy being born and breaking out of the shell, listened to his first weak whimper, and raised him for a while. His relationship with him was so deep that it was almost like that of his own father.

Bai Cang tilted his head slightly, the cinnabar mole under his right eye was so bright and striking, "A Ying, let's name it."

Fuying's long eyelashes trembled and her eyes moved.

Orcs have always been casual in naming, without any concept of blood inheritance. When they see a mountain, they call it a mountain, and when they see a cloud, they call it a cloud. Perhaps because her beast husbands are the male protagonists, their names are all imbued with moonlight and mountain mist.

"Bai Fei, how is it?" Fu Ying smiled slightly and looked at Bai Cang.

"Bai?" Bai Cang was stunned, and a hint of fluctuation appeared in his usually lingering voice.

Fu Ying had a sly smile in his eyes: "Did you know it was your cub the moment you heard it?"

"Bai Fei? Mother, why is Tuanzi called Bai Fei?" The little girl tilted her head, and the furry fox ears among her silver hair trembled, looking a little curious.

"Look, the father is a snow-white fox, and the mother is a crimson fox. The fusion of the white and the crimson gave birth to little Tuanzi. From now on, Tuanzi will have his own name, Bai Fei. Does Tuanzi like it?" Fu Ying held the cub in one hand and hugged Tuanzi with the other, with sparkling eyes.

"Mom, Tuanzi likes it!" Tuanzi threw herself into Fuying's arms.

She understood that she was the cub of her father and mother, so she was called Bai Fei!

Bai Cang's pupils trembled slightly, and a stream of light flashed through the amber.

He suddenly realized that what was hidden in Tuanzi's name was the blood-bound love between the two of them.

He pursed his lips into a soft arc, and gently placed his palm on Fu Ying's waist. His eyes were gentle, and his voice was affectionate: "The name that Ah Ying gave is very nice."

"I hope my little fox can grow up happily." Fu Ying gently pinched Tuanzi's face with a smile on her face.

The little dumpling spread out his little arms that looked like lotus roots, hooked one hand around Fuying's neck, and grasped Bai Cang's collar with the other.

Teng's dark green pupils flickered between Bai Cang and Tuanzi, looking rather envious. Then, when he glanced at the cub in Fu Ying's arms, he raised his eyebrows and asked with a hint of resentment, "What about this little thing? What's its name?"

"Yes, yes, mother, what is my brother's name? He is handsome and he should have a beautiful name too!" Tuanzi held his brother's little hand and looked at Fuying eagerly.

Fu Ying stared at the cub in her arms and said softly, "Let's call him Changsheng."

This little guy was born a butterfly. Because of what he experienced in the womb, the pulse inside the eggshell was very weak when he was born. His body was fragile and he almost died. That's why he was given a name with good meaning.

The little guy seemed to understand. He tilted his head back, and Fu Ying was reflected in his colorful pupils. He suddenly grinned, revealing his pink gums. His little hands clumsily grasped her long hair, and he sniffed the scent of his mother and giggled.

"Little Changsheng, please grow up safely." Fu Ying lowered his eyes and looked at Changsheng with a gentle voice.

Teng looked at her from the side, his dark green pupils slightly out of focus, and his expression was dazed.

When he turned his gaze to Changsheng again, he pursed his lips, and the disgust in his eyes had subsided a lot.

The last ray of sunlight was swallowed up by thick clouds and the sky darkened.

But Wu didn't come to dinner.

Fu Ying handed the sleeping Changsheng to Danyue, stood up and said, "I'll go check on Wu."

She came to the bamboo building where Wu and Yu Li lived and found the door wide open. The night wind blew through the hall and it was very quiet inside.

Fu Ying frowned. Could it be that Wu left without saying goodbye and returned to the Golden Eagle Tribe?

She was going to set out to look for medicine tomorrow. If Wu just left like that, it would mean that her strategy over the past two days had been a complete failure.

"Wu?" Fu Ying knocked lightly at the door. A moment later, a muffled voice came from inside the room: "Come in."

Fu Ying stepped into the bamboo house and looked at Wu sitting by the window.

He took off his silver armor, and in only black tights, his body looked even leaner and sharper. The moonlight shone on him, giving off a cold sheen. Only his golden-red ponytail burned like fire.

Fu Ying looked around and didn't see Yu Li, so she couldn't help but narrow her beautiful eyes.

Wu turned his head to look at Fu Ying, his golden-red pupils were like two gems, but when he spoke, his voice was extremely calm.

"Yu Li is gone."