Tuanzi wants his father

The tent was so quiet that the only sound was the sound of heavy snow hitting the tarpaulin.

Tuanzi curled up into a small ball in the corner of the quilt. The other little ones were still sleeping soundly. She didn't dare to cry out loud, but could only bite her lips tightly. Big tears rolled down silently, leaving dark marks on the quilt.

Her eyes were red, and all the suppressed grievances burst out the moment she saw Fu Ying.

"Mother!" She staggered and threw herself into Fu Ying's arms, sobbing and sobbing. The messy silver braids in her hair trembled with her sobs: "Mother, will Father never come back? Mother, Tuanzi wants Father..."

She clutched Fuying's clothes tightly, and her tears soaked in and burned Fuying's skin.

Fu Ying touched Tuanzi's tear-soaked face, gently wiped her tears, and said softly, "Tuanzi, be good. Father is fine. Mother promises that she will take you to find him and bring him home, okay?"

"Really?" Tuanzi raised his head, his amber eyes seemed to have been washed with water, so clear that he could reflect Fu Ying's shadow.

"Of course. When has your mother ever lied to you?" Fu Ying took out a handkerchief and wiped her face, then applied some fragrant cream. The weather was cold and the snowy season was dry, so she naturally didn't want the little girl's delicate skin to suffer any harm.

With Fu Ying's comfort, Tuanzi's tense body finally relaxed.

She hugged Fuying's waist tightly, rubbing her silver braids lightly, but she seemed to remember something, and suddenly straightened her waist, and her narrow and beautiful eyes timidly looked at the two "new faces" in the quilt.

Tuanzi lowered his voice and gently tugged at the corner of Fuying's clothes: "Mother, are they father Tanyue's cubs?"

A gentle smile appeared on Fu Ying's lips. He took her forward and leaned over to tuck the corners of the quilt for the two little ones.

However, the two mermaid cubs were obviously not used to such a dry and warm environment. They twisted and turned restlessly, their azure hair looked like newly grown seaweed in the bedding, and their delicate faces were flushed with heat.

They kicked the corner of the quilt unconsciously, and felt a chill and discomfort, and their little brows were furrowed.

"Mom, are they my brothers or sisters?" Tuanzi stared at the two pretty little guys, reached out and gently poked one of them on the face, then quickly withdrew his hand, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"Sister, Tuanzi wants my sister!" Tuanzi tugged at the corner of Fuying's clothes, lowering his voice but unable to hide his excitement.

She already has a Changsheng brother, and if she has a sister, she can play the dressing game with her!

Fu Ying ruffled her fluffy silver hair and said softly, "Just right, a younger brother and a younger sister."

"Ah?" Tuanzi showed a surprised expression, then became even more excited, and quickly lay down on the edge of the quilt to take a closer look.

But after a moment, she tilted her head in confusion and whispered, "Mom, which one is the younger brother and which one is the younger sister? They look alike, even their eyelashes are the same length. I can't tell them apart."

As she spoke, Tuanzi's little face fell, her eyes drooped, and her pigtails drooped down. She was in a low mood. She couldn't even tell her younger brother from her younger sister. What a useless sister.

Fu Ying paused, looked at the two replicas of the pretty little faces, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Ahem..." She coughed lightly and cleverly changed the subject: "Are you hungry, Tuanzi? What do you want to eat?"

As soon as the thought of eating came up, Tuanzi's stomach rumbled.

She glanced at her brother and sister reluctantly, then put on a serious expression like a little adult and said, "Tuanzi can eat anything. Father said that in the Orc Continent, just being able to eat enough is good enough."

When Fu Ying thought of Bai Cang, a gentle look appeared on his face.

She flipped her wrist, took out the jerky and handed it to Tuanzi: "Eat it."

Tuanzi said that he was not picky about food, but when he saw the sweet jerky, his amber eyes immediately lit up and he smiled.

At this moment, the tent was suddenly blown up, and a gust of fierce wind and snow blew in.

Tan Yue stood at the door, a heavy look condensed between her brows: "Luo Heng is back."

Fu Ying's fingertips trembled, and he strode out of the tent. When he saw Luo Heng, his breathing paused for a moment.

Luo Heng was almost hanging on Teng's body, staggering, his slender body stained red with blood, and as he walked along, he left a long blood trail on the snow, which was hideous and scary.

Those always soft purple eyes were a little distracted at this moment, but the moment they locked onto Fu Ying, the tense body relaxed.

A deep wrinkle formed between Fu Ying's brows, and he held Luo Heng's limp body firmly with his arms. He did not take him to the cubs' tent, but instead set up another empty tent. He was covered in blood, and he was afraid that he would scare the cubs.

After entering the tent to isolate themselves from the wind and snow outside, Fu Ying took out a warm handkerchief and cleaned Luo Heng's wound. When applying medicine, she found that Luo Heng's injury was even more serious than Teng's. Her fingertips trembled slightly for a moment.

His wounds were crisscrossed and deep enough to see the bones. The most terrifying thing was the almost exhausted energy veins in his body.

Luo Heng is a plant orc, but now, his body looks like it has been broken by a blizzard, leaving only an empty shell.

Although she had learned from Teng that Luo Heng had tried her best to stop the beast tide, she felt a chill in her heart when she saw the dilapidated body with her own eyes. This weak and cowardly orc did not flinch in the face of the beast tide and even tortured himself into such a horrible state. If he continued to overdraw like this, he would really die of exhaustion.

Luo Heng lay quietly on the thick mattress, with almost no blood on his face. His eyelashes trembled slightly, his purple pupils were slightly unfocused, and every breath he took was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

"Luo Heng he..." Teng frowned, his dark green pupils fixed on Luo Heng, and his voice was a little tense.

He always disliked Luo Heng because the knife he stabbed at the tribal trade meeting almost separated him from the other males. But it was not until this beast tide invasion that he saw clearly the feelings of this orc who always hid in the corner towards A Ying.

If it weren't for Luo Heng this time, the Black Crocodile Swamp would not have lasted that long, and he would not have been able to leave safely with Tuanzi and Changsheng. At this moment, watching Luo Heng's chest rising and falling with difficulty, Teng's emotions were also surging.

"He must live." Teng's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Tan Yue stood quietly at one side, her eyes falling on Teng's tense back. She couldn't help but sigh softly and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, with A Ying here, he'll be fine."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the raging snow and wind outside the tent, and his light blue eyes darkened.

Compared to Luo Heng who had already reunited with them, he was more worried about Bai Cang and Qing Lan who were missing.

Why on earth did they go outside the Triangle Sea? What happened in the Black Crocodile Swamp?