He survived
On the other side, Fu Ying was sitting on the reef, holding two ignorant cubs in his arms.
The two little guys were sitting on her lap, fiddling with their lotus-root-like legs and chubby feet in curiosity. They seemed to be unable to understand how their tails had suddenly turned into two white and tender "sticks".
The cool snowflakes in the sky also became the new toys discovered by the cubs after the "sticks".
They stretched out their chubby little hands and curiously caught the snowflakes, making "babbling" sounds with their mouths.
Fu Ying looked at their naive appearance, and a gentle curve appeared on her red lips.
There was chaos on the coast. While settling the tribesmen, Tanyue looked back at Fuying and the cub.
The flying snow particles hit the faces painfully. The tribesmen were pale, and some females and cubs were even frozen blue. Tanyue frowned. The severe cold of the snowy season was a disaster for the mermaids who rarely left the deep sea, and migrating in the blizzard was an even greater test. As the tribe leader, he couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart.
At this moment, he saw Fu Ying, who was sitting on the reef, suddenly stand up, with a cold light in his eyes.
The air pressure around her was so low that even the falling snowflakes were shaken by her spiritual energy and melted silently around her.
Tanyue's heart skipped a beat and she strode over. Before she could say anything, two cubs were stuffed into her arms.
The rage on Fu Ying's face had faded, leaving only a frightening calmness: "Something happened in the Black Crocodile Swamp."
This calmness is more like a precursor to a bigger storm before it comes.
Tanyue tightened her arms, causing the cub to struggle uncomfortably.
He took a deep breath and whispered, "I'll go back with you."
Fu Ying shook her head and looked at Ru who was trying to comfort her tribesmen: "The mermaid tribe needs you more. I'm fine."
Her slender fingertips slid down from her lower back, trembling slightly.
She could clearly sense that the indenture patterns of Bai Cang, Luo Heng and Teng were fluctuating violently, while the indenture pattern belonging to Qinglan was icy cold, causing her heart to palpitate. This familiar chill made her breathing stagnate. A few months ago, Qinglan's aura was also like this, dissipating little by little in her perception. She had finally saved him, but this time, something happened again.
Qinglan is on the brink of life and death, like a candle swaying in the wind, which may go out at any time.
What was even more terrifying was that he was actually very far away from her. He was not in the Black Crocodile Swamp, not in the Frost Plains Tribe, and not even anywhere in the North Mountains. She couldn't tell for a moment whether he was about to die or was just too far away.
This realization made Fu Ying feel a tightness in his chest, and a nameless anger surged in his chest.
She didn't understand. The star patterns on his face had been reshaped, his strength had been restored, and everything was back on track. Why did troubles always come one after another? Could this be the so-called "male protagonist's accident-prone constitution"?
But the male protagonists in other families are prone to accidents, and at most they will have emotional crises with the female protagonists, misunderstandings and jealousy. But the male protagonists in her family are different. They are all keen on dancing on the verge of death, as if they are afraid that the King of Hell’s performance is not enough.
She was just going to give birth to a baby, but these guys rushed over and got seriously injured and on the verge of death, as if they had agreed to make things difficult for her!
Fu Ying felt a little tired, so she forced herself to cheer up. Just as she took out the teleportation scroll and prepared to return to the Black Crocodile Swamp, she suddenly stopped. She seemed to have sensed something and suddenly turned her head to look towards the coast.
Danyue was about to say something when she suddenly saw Fu Ying stop and stare in one direction without blinking.
He followed her gaze and saw Teng holding Tuanzi and Changsheng. When he saw his appearance clearly, his light blue pupils suddenly shrank and his body tensed up a little.
Teng's upper body was naked, and his originally cold white skin was covered with hideous wounds. The flesh was rolled up, and the edges were a strange blue-black color. He was too familiar with such wounds. They were the marks left by the scales being torn off.
But even though he was covered in blood, his steps were still steady and powerful, and his arms wrapped the cub tightly in his arms.
After noticing their gazes, Teng suddenly looked up!
His dark green pupils shrank into a thin line, his eyes were dangerous, emitting cold murderous intent, as if to say that if anyone dared to attack him and the cub, he would tear the other person to pieces even if he had to fight to the last breath.
However, when Fu Ying's figure was reflected in his vision, his pupils filled with murderous intent suddenly froze, and then burst into astonishing brilliance. He almost instinctively ran towards her, not caring about the torn wound.
Fu Ying walked up to him quickly, and looking at the terrible wounds on his body, her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
"Aying!" Teng's voice was hoarse, but it couldn't hide his ecstasy. His dark green vertical pupils dilated slightly because of relaxation.
His Adam's apple kept rolling, and he whispered, "You're okay... That's great."
Fu Ying frowned at his relieved expression, but her heart couldn't help but feel sour, as if to Teng, as long as she was safe and sound, his pain was not worth mentioning.
Danyue was keenly aware of the emotions lingering around Fu Ying. She took a step forward and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"
Teng's gaze swept across the two cubs in Danyue's arms, and his cold brows relaxed slightly, but when he mentioned the changes in the Black Crocodile Swamp, his expression became gloomy again.
He recounted what had happened one by one. With every word he spoke, Danyue's face grew uglier. When the last word fell, he was a little frightened and could not help but turn his head to look at Fuying. His lips opened and closed several times, but he didn't know what to say.
The Black Crocodile Swamp was swallowed by the beast tide. Even those at the Nine-Star Extreme Realm were like insignificant waves in such a torrent. Going back would be tantamount to committing suicide. But if they didn't go back, what would Bai Cang and Luo Heng do?
Teng also stared deeply at Fu Ying, with a complex expression in his eyes.
He didn't know what choice she would make, but no matter what she did, he would follow her.
"Don't worry." Fu Ying looked into the distance and said calmly, "Bai Cang and the others have already left the Black Crocodile Swamp."
As she spoke, her gaze passed over the heavy snow curtain and fell on the depths of the dark jungle, her fingertips gently stroking the inscription on her waist.
"Bai Cang and Qing Lan have left Beishan, and Luo Heng is heading towards the sea."
At this point, she paused, her brows furrowed slightly, "I'm afraid things aren't as simple as we thought. Something unexpected must have happened along the way that we're not aware of."
The reason why she was so sure was because she sensed that Qinglan's dead silent indenture pattern was faintly emitting a hint of warmth.
He survived.
This realization made her relax a little, but then, deeper doubts arose in her heart. In the Orc Continent, besides her, a "cheating" outsider, who else has the ability to bring a dying person back to life?
Fu Ying had a guess in his mind.
This speculation made her eyes darker, and she smelled a more dangerous aura.
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