Hmm? Doesn't it hurt?
Teng was stunned for a moment, then his brows furrowed tightly. "Something unexpected happened? What about Bai Cang and the others?"
He didn't dare to think about what happened before he left. In the ferocious beast tide, no one could escape unscathed.
Teng lowered his eyes to look at Tuanzi who was sleeping soundly in his arms. There were tears in the corners of the little girl's eyes, and her little face was flushed in the warmth. He couldn't help but tighten his arms and wrap the animal skin tighter, but he felt a little sad in his heart.
Fu Ying reached out and took Changsheng from Teng's arms. The little guy was sleeping soundly. When he came out of the animal skin coat, he shivered in the cold wind, but as soon as he got close to Fu Ying, heat enveloped his body.
He smacked his red lips and slept even more soundly in her arms.
"They are fine." Fu Ying's voice was light, but there was an indelible gloom between his brows.
"Aying, you just said that they left Beishan?" Tanyue pursed her thin lips, thought for a moment, and grasped the key point of Fuying's words just now.
His expression was equally complicated. Beyond Beishan was the extremely dangerous Triangle Sea. Where else could they go if they left Beishan?
Teng also reacted at this moment, and his dark green pupils suddenly contracted.
"You mean, they went outside the Triangle Sea? But there are high-level beasts rampant there, there are strong winds in the sky that can tear orcs' bodies apart, and there are devouring whirlpools on the seabed. Even a Nine-Star Extreme Realm can hardly move forward. It's impossible to cross it!"
As he spoke, he and Danyue looked at each other, and deep fear was reflected in each other's eyes.
They are all Beishan orcs who were born and raised here, so naturally they know better than anyone else what the Triangle Sea means.
The North Mountain was narrow and barren, like a land of exile. Over the years, not a few tribes had considered migrating, for who wouldn't yearn for richer territory? But all the warriors who tried to cross the Triangle Sea eventually perished there.
Over time, the Triangle Sea became an unspoken forbidden area among the Beishan orcs, a forbidden area that could not be touched.
"Why did Bai Cang and Qinglan leave Beishan?" Teng's brows were twisted into a knot, and his voice was full of anxiety.
Their females are still in Beishan and there is no reason for them to leave. Even if they are in trouble and need to escape, they should tell Aying. Besides, who would escape to a dangerous place like the Triangle Sea?
Fu Ying pursed her lips and looked up at the dense forest, a dark light floating in her eyes: "Let's talk about it after Luo Heng comes."
The blizzard was raging, and in a blink of an eye, the snow on the coast reached the calves.
The steam rising from the sea surface rolled up the heavy snow, forming a chaos. It was so dim that you could hardly see your hand in front of you.
Fu Ying set up the tent neatly, took out a few thick quilts, and wrapped the cubs tightly in them. She came out of the tent only after making sure that the little ones were sleeping soundly.
Tengzheng and Danyue stood in the wind and snow, talking in low voices. Ice crystals were condensed on the ends of his hair and eyelashes. In addition to scars, his handsome fair face also had some purple frostbite, as if he had been abused.
The two males frowned, and even the white mist they exhaled carried a heavy aura.
"Teng." Fu Ying called out softly.
Her voice was like a secret order, which instantly dissipated the gloom between Teng's brows.
When he turned around, he had his usual smile on his lips and strode towards her. When he reached Fu Ying's side, he reached out and touched the tent with a strange look on his face. His female could always come up with so many strange yet practical things.
Fu Ying reached out and touched the hideous wound on his body, frowning slightly: "Does it hurt?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fu Ying pursed the corners of his lips in self-mockery.
This is a really stupid question. How can it not hurt when there are ice chips condensed in the curled black flesh?
But people are so strange. When they cannot share the pain of the person they care about, they always want to hear some comforting words from the other person, as if this will make them feel better.
However, she never expected that one day she would become confused because of her concern.
Teng's dark green pupils shone darkly in the snow. He suddenly tightened his grip, wrapping Fu Ying's cool fingertips in his palm. His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice was hoarse like gravel: "It doesn't hurt."
Fu Ying stared into the dark green abyss, then suddenly bent his knuckles and stabbed his wound mercilessly.
"Hiss--" Teng's muscles tensed instantly, his deep and handsome face twisted in pain, but he did not dodge, not even his fingertips trembled, he just took a breath.
"Huh? Doesn't it hurt?" Fu Ying raised the corner of his lips in a sarcastic arc, his voice calm.
At this moment, burning anger was dancing in those narrow and charming fox eyes.
The corner of Teng's mouth twitched, but he didn't dare to say anything. He obediently let Fu Ying pull him aside, clean his wounds with a warm handkerchief, and apply medicine little by little.
He tensed his back due to the pain and held the pillar more gently, as if he was handling some fragile glass.
Teng lowered his eyes and stared at her focused profile, with a gentleness in his dark green pupils.
By the time the wound was treated, most of the coast was empty.
The blizzard was roaring all around, and the sea beasts had no home to return to. Their thin scales could not withstand the cold wind and blizzard, and the biting cold forced them to leave.
The mermaid orcs were wrapped in the thick animal skins distributed by Fu Ying, and were barely holding on in the wind and snow, so they were not that miserable.
Fu Ying took out a set of thick clothes for Teng and tied a fur cloak on him with her own hands. Her fingertips brushed against his frozen purple skin. Her voice was soft, but every word was burning: "The snow season has just begun. If you get frostbite, the wound will itch and be very uncomfortable. Teng, I am not only worried about the cub, but I also feel sorry for you."
Teng lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes spread out under his eyes, and there was a burning heat in his chest that almost burned through his heart.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Fu Ying's neck, and his thin lips fell on her rosy lips, extremely passionately.
He never told Fu Ying that when he was in the surging beast tide, he thought he was going to die and would never see her again.
He was filled with emotion at the moment of reunion.
At this moment, he poured all his emotions and feelings into this kiss.
Fu Ying closed her eyes slightly and put her arms around his slender waist.
Snowflakes fell between the two people's intertwined breaths, bringing a slight coolness to their skin, but were melted by the heat emitted by the two people.
Teng's slender fingertips gently stroked the back of Fuying's neck with some tenderness.
At this moment, the cub's weak whimpering sound suddenly came from the tent.
Fu Ying gently pushed against Teng's chest, and the latter was caught off guard and took half a step back in the snow. A low, hoarse gasp escaped from his throat. When the cold wind blew, a seductive color appeared at the corners of his eyes, but he did not hide his strong desire at all.
The cold wind blew, and the undulating outline under the robe was very shocking.
Fu Ying looked up at the grievance flickering in his dark green pupils, without looking away, lifted the curtain and walked into the tent.
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