She was trying to save me.
Fu Ying shouted again: "Wu! Don't be distracted!"
Wu suddenly turned his mind back to his body, and the overwhelming pain came over him again. He closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and with the warmth coming from her body, he was like a newborn breaking out of his shell, breaking free from the shackles inch by inch.
Fu Ying hugged Wu tightly, and desperately tried to cross over with his spiritual energy.
After an unknown amount of time, a golden-red light suddenly appeared from the depths of the cave.
“Crash—”
The duck let out a heart-wrenching howl, and suddenly golden feathers burst out from its shoulder blades.
The golden-red wings almost took up half of the cave, and the edges of the golden feathers were stained with blood. Amidst the glittering light, the duck suddenly raised its head, the veins on its neck bulged, and the lines on its forehead intertwined, gradually converging into nine-star patterns.
Fu Ying looked at Wu, who had been reborn from the ashes, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.
Under the golden-red light, the young man's outstanding bone structure is clearly visible, and his handsome and heroic appearance is nothing more than this.
She slowly loosened her arms around Wu and sat down against the wall of the barrel, exhausted. Her eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes drooped, and her long black hair was wet with moisture and sweat, hanging loosely. Fatigue swept over her like a tide, almost swallowing her up.
The duck folded its wings and lowered its eyes to look at Fu Ying who was sitting in the water.
Amidst the mist, she quietly closed her eyes, breathing very lightly and slowly, as if she was extremely tired.
The water washed the wound on her neck, and the blood spread out, revealing clear and hideous teeth marks on her skin.
The mark on her porcelain-white neck was particularly glaring.
Wu put one knee on the bottom of the bathtub, and with a stretch of his arm, he brought Fuying into his arms. Water dripped down his chin and splashed on her face. His body was trembling, and the next moment, he had picked her up by the waist, and with a long leg, he stepped out of the bathtub.
The snow ferret squatted on the clean straw, glanced at Fu Ying who had tossed him to sleep, his dark eyes moved, and he looked at Wu again. This time, there was a bit more scrutiny in his eyes.
"Who?!" Wu Jinhong's eyes shot out like sharp blades.
The ferret met the duck's eyes without any fear, and jumped onto Fuying's shoulder.
Wu frowned, but before he could say anything, the person who had been guarding outside the cave hurried in.
"Wu! You're really fine!" Luo Heng was a little bit unbelievable, but also relieved.
Wu turned his head to look at Luo Heng and hummed softly.
Luo Heng also saw Fu Ying, who was held in Wu's arms, with a pale face, as if she was dead. Her expression suddenly changed, and she exclaimed in shock: "What's going on? She..."
Wu hugged her tighter, resting his chin on her neck, a hint of pain flashing in his deep eyes.
"She was trying to save me."
Luo Heng paused, looked at the nine-star pattern on Wu's forehead, pursed her lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "She cares about you very much."
Wu remained silent, but his gaze swept coldly over the ferret squatting on Fu Ying's shoulder, and he said in a deep voice: "This thing..."
Luo Heng stepped forward and looked at the small ball of snow ferret with a solemn expression, but did not say much. From what he could see so far, the snow ferret obviously had its own consciousness, and he had his own purpose in following Fu Ying, but after so many days, he should not harm anyone.
He said, "Let's talk about it when Bai Cang comes back."
Hearing this, Wu's eyes darkened: "Where is Bai Cangren?"
Luo Heng pursed her lips and whispered, "Yu Li has launched a counterattack against the Vulture Clan. Bai Cang has been on guard outside, fearing that the Vulture Clan will sneak in like last time and interrupt Fu Ying's reconstruction of your star pattern."
Wu lowered his eyes to look at Fu Ying, and when he thought of the vulture clan, a trace of violent murderous intent flashed in his golden red eyes.
Luo Heng looked at his tense body and sighed in understanding: "I'll take care of her, you go."
Now that Wu has reshaped his star pattern and entered the Nine-Star Realm, the Vulture Clan is no longer a threat to him.
Hearing Luo Heng's words, Wu slowly raised his eyes, his figure reflected in his golden-red pupils. In a moment, his arms tightened silently, pulling Fu Ying deeper into his arms, with no intention of handing him over to him.
This action made Luo Heng's face pale. He couldn't help but take a step back, his voice trembling slightly: "You... remember?"
Wu looked at Luo Heng quietly, his low voice carrying a hint of coldness: "I don't know what you are talking about."
After he finished speaking, he paused, his tone unquestionable: "But I won't hand her over to anyone."
Luo Heng stared at the way Wu protected Fu Ying, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
If Wu hadn't remembered the incident at the tribal trade meeting when the bone knife in his hand pierced Fu Ying's heart, he wouldn't have been so defensive. But now that he really remembered it, why did he still cherish Fu Ying so much?
Can the hatred that broke the wings really turn into nothingness after reshaping the star pattern?
Or...
Wu already knew that she was not the real "Fuying"?
Luo Heng's Adam's apple rolled, and finally she just lowered her eyelashes silently with a gloomy expression.
Among the several males, he was always the most excluded and out of place, and could not fit in no matter what he did.
As soon as Wu finished speaking, a white hand grasped his wrist. The fingertips were soft and slightly cold, which made him tremble all over. He suddenly looked down and met Fu Ying's half-open eyes.
His Adam's apple rolled violently, and all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, turning into a hoarse, "You..."
"Go ahead, I'm fine."
"You must avenge yourself."
"Now you can soar into the sky, and no one can hurt you anymore."
Fu Ying's eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly feathers. Although she was exhausted, she still forced herself to finish her words.
Wu Jinhong's pupils suddenly contracted, and tiny ripples appeared in his eyes. He gathered his arms and locked her tighter.
His voice was so low and hoarse that it was almost broken: "I can't leave."
Fu Ying closed her eyes and leaned against his chest. A faint smile played on her pale lips. She broke free from his embrace and spoke clearly, "I don't need you to take care of me. What I want to see... is you rising from the ashes, soaring through the heavens and roaming freely."
She raised her eyelids, and the weariness in her eyes faded a little: "Go, bring back the head of the vulture leader."
"What they inflict upon you, you must repay double."
As she spoke, her frail figure was like a sword drawn from its sheath, extremely sharp.
It is not the right of others to interfere with her.
Wu Jinhong's eyes stared at her without blinking. Everything in the world faded away at this moment, and only she was left in front of him.
A faint curve appeared on Fu Ying's lips, and her slender fingers passed through his fingers, leading him out of the cave.
Her steps were steady and slow, neither fast nor slow, while Wu followed closely behind her. His aura, which had always been as sharp as a spear, was now completely restrained, like a bird of prey that had retracted its claws, extremely obedient.
Outside the cave, the sea of clouds was surging and the wind was howling.
Fu Ying stretched out his hand and lightly touched with his fingertips, as if he could scoop up a handful of flowing clouds.
Suddenly, her palm tightened.
Wu's warm palms wrapped her tightly, and his low and restrained voice rang out: "I'll take you with me."
It's not a question, it's an irresistible declaration.
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