Triangle Sea
Danyue looked at Fu Ying's pale face, stood up and hugged her in her arms.
"Aying, don't be afraid. You are a female and shouldn't walk in front. We are all standing in front of you and no one can hurt you." Tanyue didn't know what Fuying was thinking, but she could sense her complex emotional changes.
He could only hold her in his arms, comfort her softly, and made up his mind to reach the Nine Stars Realm as soon as possible.
When Teng and Luoheng came in, they saw that their female had a frown on her face and looked uneasy.
"Aying?" Luo Heng pursed her lips, her purple eyes full of heartache.
"I'm going to kill them!" Teng's dark green eyes were full of murderous intent. He was already disgusted by their invasion of the Black Crocodile Swamp, and now they were slaughtering orcs and eating the bodies of the Big Fish orcs in front of Aying. It was really abominable!
Fu Ying grabbed his hand and whispered, "Don't go."
Teng frowned, turned around to look at Fu Ying, and said with his chest heaving, "But you..."
"I'm fine." Fu Ying shook her head, looked up at the three males, but didn't say anything else.
She understood her reluctance, and even before the mission was completed, she began to have concerns.
That night, Luo Heng stayed in Fu Ying's tent.
Although Teng was dissatisfied, he was generous for once, thinking that Luo Heng had not yet mated with a female, and took the initiative to follow Danyue to take care of the cubs. He felt that he had to learn in advance so that he could better adapt to the role of "father" in the future.
Although the snake cubs are mostly ignored by their parents after they are born, they believe in the law of the jungle.
In the tent.
Warm water vapor continued to rise, seeming to warm the raging blizzard outside the tent.
Fu Ying turned his head to look at Luo Heng, who was sitting on the bed with her back to him, her whole body tense, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
No matter how you feel, you must not forget your job.
“Clatter—”
When Luo Heng heard the sound of water coming out from behind her, her body suddenly tensed up and her breathing stagnated, like a sharp string. However, all her senses became extremely sensitive and clear, as if there was a gentle and sweet breath lingering around her.
Two white arms wrapped around his neck from behind, bringing moist warmth that soaked every inch of skin on his back. Luo Heng felt his breathing become a little rapid, which was more terrifying than any vine entanglement.
Fuying rested his chin on Luoheng's shoulder, his lips almost touching the tip of his red ear.
She smelled the subtle fragrance emanating from him, and lightly touched the crimson inscription on his neck with her fingertips. "I'm a little curious, is the beast form of a plant beastman any different from that of an ordinary beastman..."
Although she and Ni had intimate moments, she never treated him in his beast form.
"Luo Heng, do you think...will even the touch of hugging each other feel special?"
Luo Heng's Adam's apple slid gently.
The floral fragrance in the air grew stronger and stronger—this was the plant beastman's uncontrollable instinctive reaction when he was aroused.
Faced with such a topic, his ears, which were usually gentle, felt slightly hot, and it was obvious that he had no experience in this area.
Although when Ni was still there, he would occasionally wake up and feel immersed in tenderness, but at that time, he hated this touch more than anyone else. But now, those smooth and soft touches have turned into flames that burn his body.
Luo Heng's back was deeply sunken into the soft bedding, and her deep purple eyes were now filled with a damp mist.
Fu Ying's knees rested on his waist, and water droplets from the ends of her hair dripped onto his fair skin. It was obviously cool, yet surprisingly hot.
Luo Heng turned his head and a low gasp escaped from his throat. He felt that the air in the tent was not enough to breathe.
His purple pupils were half closed, and his features were as if painted with fine brushwork, with a layer of rouge-like blush spread across them.
Fu Ying's fingertips brushed and wandered along his neckline, watching the light green veins flicker under his cold white skin, there was a unique kind of temptation.
"Aying..." Luo Heng murmured easily, like a small boat floating on the sea.
Fu Ying felt his trembling skin and suddenly leaned over, gently rubbing his cool skin between her teeth, and whispered, "Luo Heng, I want to see you transform."
Luo Heng suddenly opened her eyes wide.
These words seemed to violate some taboo. He gasped violently and suddenly kissed her lips.
The tree was gently lifted up by the suddenly stretched branches and leaves, and the touch of the palm changed quietly, and the warm skin turned into soft plant texture.
After transforming, Luo Heng wasn't just a frail moonflower, but a slender and elegant plant. Its deep purple branches coiled and stretched, its leaves broad and flowing, their edges delicately glossy and their veins distinct, casting a quiet, dark shadow over the tent.
Fuying sat on the overlapping branches, stroking the winding lines on them with his fingertips, a hint of surprise and curiosity in his eyes.
But Luo Heng obviously wouldn't let her bother.
The deep purple bud at the highest point trembled gently and opened up, the layers of petals stretched out, revealing the golden color in the center, and the rich fragrance instantly filled the entire space.
Fu Ying looked at the moonflower that was so close to him, and gently traced the outline of the petals with his fingertips.
…
The leaves of the moonflower suddenly folded up, then slowly stretched out, with the backs of the leaves slightly curled up and swaying silently.
…
Soon, a slight rustling sound was heard in the tent, like a whisper.
*
With the danger coming to the members of the Big Fish Tribe, all the orcs felt threatened. But when they heard that Fu Ying had personally gone to the Beishan Orc Alliance Tribe and killed their leader Batian, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief and agreed to follow the witch to the Triangle Sea.
After a night of rest, the old orcs' condition improved and they were able to continue moving forward with the team.
This migration route was much longer than imagined, and it took more than a month to trek.
On the way, the biting cold wind, blizzard, food shortage, and hollow cliffs buried by wind and snow all brought crises.
However, under Fu Ying's leadership, they finally arrived at the Triangle Sea with minimal sacrifices.
When the salty sea breeze brushed past their ears and the sound of surging waves came from far away and beat against the rocks, all the fatigue of the orcs disappeared in an instant, and they let out earth-shaking cheers and excited roars.
Some sea orcs even had tears in their eyes and hugged each other and cried.
They cannot live without sea water, and more than a month of migration has made their skin dry and cracked, and they are extremely weak.
The orcs supported each other as they approached. Their cracked scales fluttered slightly in the humid air. The splashing waves wet their cracked soles. The boundless blue sea was so beautiful.
This will become their new home.
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