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Chapter 171 A Seductive Kiss
The sea breeze was cool at night, and everyone sat around the campfire, the aroma of grilled charcoal wafting through the air.

The fish and shrimp sizzled on the grill, and the overpowering aroma of the sauce completely captivated Ru. She was still thinking about how to let her tribe members taste the grilled food, and she and Jingxiang got together to discuss it.

Fuying rested her chin on her arm, watching the two with great interest.

Bathed in the orange-red light, her fair cheeks seemed to glow with gold. Dan Yue leaned against a nearby rock, gazing at her quietly, her light blue eyes filled with gentle light.

As the tide rose and the revelry ended, Jingxiang and Ru each took one side of Fuying's hand, chatting and laughing, and jumped into the deep sea together. Danyue and the others followed closely behind, the moonlight spreading a layer of silver light on the sea surface.

The last time she went to sea, Fuying was on edge, afraid of not finding Danyue and failing to complete the mission. But tonight was different. The kindness of the merfolk and Danyue's gentleness made her relax.

Fuying tilted her head slightly to look at the long, strong arm wrapped around her waist.

The pale blue fish tail traced a smooth arc in the seawater, its tail fin like gauze or mist, swaying and stretching with the water, shimmering with a pearly light, intertwining with its crimson tail fin.

His blue was like silk, gleaming with a cold light. A few strands wrapped around her body, making his delicate and deep features stand out even more, like a treasure in the deep sea, making people unable to help but be captivated by him.

Back in the Merfolk territory, countless members of the clan emerged from the coral reefs, chanting Merfolk songs around Dan Yue, all rejoicing at the return of their young chieftain.

The position of clan leader was naturally handed over to Dan Yue, after all, he was the rightful young clan leader.

The way the Merfolk pass on power is simple yet solemn.

You hold a lustrous crown in your hands, inlaid with bright red pearls. These are the tears shed by each chieftain of the Merfolk when they die, a tradition passed down for generations.

As Dan Yue bowed her head to accept the crown, the surrounding tribesmen sang a special tune. The ocean current surged, and suddenly fluorescent jellyfish rose from the coral reefs, swirling around as if in celebration.

"Brother, from this day forward, the fate of the Merfolk is entrusted to you. I believe that under your leadership, the clan will become better and better!"

As Ru gazed at Dan Yue, who was now wearing the crown, her fingertips trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes, but her face was filled with a joyful smile. In the past, she had not even had the courage to imagine this scene.

Dan Yue stood quietly in front of the rock house, the surrounding light casting a glow on his slender silhouette.

He pursed his thin lips slightly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the hopeful faces of each of his people. His expression was calmer than the deep sea. His voice was soft, yet clear: "I will protect this sea together with you."

"Chieftain—Chieftain—"

Surrounded by her clansmen, Dan Yue became the new chieftain of the Merfolk.

Fu Ying stood in the crowd, gazing at the tall, slender figure in the center. He seemed to be surrounded by moonlight and radiance, his crown reflecting the shimmering light, making every inch of his features exude nobility and elegance.

She curled her red lips into a smile. This is how Dan Yue should be. In the end, things have been set right.

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As night fell, the merfolk's revelry gradually subsided.

Dan Yue pulled Fu Ying back to the seashell where she used to live. The nearly three-meter-tall seashell stood deep in the coral reef, surrounded by a faint blue light, while inside it shimmered with a silvery-white luster. Soft silk was laid out on the bed, and the edges were decorated with seashells that Dan Yue had collected in her childhood.

He was clearly a very sentimental person. He picked up a faded scale and said in a relaxed tone, "This is a scale that fell off when I was injured during my first hunting trip."

The seashells were all things that Dan Yue used to own, and he patiently introduced them to Fu Ying one by one.

Fuying smiled, her red lips pursed, as she listened intently to his reminiscences of the past.

He only stopped when the lights of the tribe gradually dimmed and the surroundings became completely quiet.

When Dan Yue turned her head, she met Fu Ying's smiling eyes.

He froze instantly, his light blue eyes widened in panic for a moment, and his fingertips curled up unconsciously.

“Clan Chief, it’s time to rest.” Fu Ying deliberately moved closer, her hair brushing against his neck.

Dan Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his ear fins unconsciously flushed red. His thin lips moved, but when he opened his mouth, he only gave a muffled "hmm," his voice lower than usual.

Fu Ying parted her red lips slightly, intertwined her fingers with Dan Yue's, and gently hooked them together. With a "click," the seashell emitted a soft buzzing sound along with the spiritual light, slowly closing up and blocking out all the light from the outside. Dan Yue's ear fins suddenly stood up, and her whole body tensed up.

Fuying held Danyue's hand and gently tapped the seashell with her fingertips, and it slowly closed.

“Now no one can see it.” Fu Ying winked at Dan Yue, her fingertips gently brushing against the corner of his eye where tiny scales were visible.

Inside the seashell house, the smooth interior walls gleam with a soft light, bathing the entire space in a hazy blue hue. In the quiet environment, this glow carries a touch of ambiguity.

Dan Yue's eyelashes drooped, her breathing was noticeably rapid, and her Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

His azure fishtail was taut, and he abruptly looked away when he touched Fuying's scarlet fishtail.

"Don't be afraid." Fu Ying reached out and touched his sensitive ear fins, feeling the thin, gauze-like texture tremble slightly under her hand, and listened to his suddenly accelerated heartbeat, and couldn't help but chuckle.

She lightly touched her fingertip in front of her eyes, and instantly, the seashell shimmered with starlight, as if the stars had been crushed and scattered around, the light flowing and beautiful as a dream.

Dan Yue's taut fingertips unconsciously loosened slightly, and a hint of softness appeared in her light blue eyes.

Fu Ying looked at his relaxed body with satisfaction and pulled him to lie down on the soft silk.

"Is it pretty?" Fu Ying's voice rose at the end, her alluring tone as sweet as honey.

Her crimson fishtail quietly wrapped around the pale moon's tail fin, the red and blue hues contrasting, the delicate scales rubbing against each other, making a soft and ambiguous "rustling" sound, which was particularly clear inside the tranquil seashell.

Dan Yue's breath hitched, and her azure tail instinctively tried to retreat, but she wrapped it even tighter.

At this moment, Fu Ying suddenly noticed that the inner wall of the seashell beside her was carved with a crooked little fox. Judging from the marks, it must have been there for a long time.

Dan Yue noticed that she had stopped moving and looked in the direction of her gaze, her body stiffening again.

That was the trace he left behind when he fell in love with her.

Dan Yue's arm trembled slightly, his fingertips curling tightly into his palm. He had come ashore full of hope, but the night he formed the bond brought him endless pain. Those memories, like a bone-deep sore, began to stir up again.

Fu Ying keenly noticed his stiffness and let out a soft sigh.

She rolled over onto him, pinched Dan Yue's taut chin with her fingertips, and pressed her red lips against his.

The kiss was gentle, yet incredibly alluring.

The surrounding light spots came alive, flowing between their touching skin like a dazzling galaxy.

Dan Yue gradually began to respond, and his hand involuntarily climbed onto Fu Ying's waist. His slender fingers gently caressed her slender waistline. When he touched her slightly cool scales, his breath hitched slightly, and he opened his scarlet eyes, his expression hesitant.

Is her current condition okay?
Fu Ying blinked, her hand moving from his abs to his V-line, sending shivers down his spine.

When she first arrived on the Beastman Continent and opened her eyes to see Dan Yue, she wanted to do just that.

Her fingertips rested on his firm lower abdomen, where the scales were delicate and smooth, and slightly raised.

Dan Yue's pale skin felt hot, a blush rose on his handsome face, and he trembled uncontrollably. He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably, and a low, seductive groan escaped his lips.

Fu Ying reached out and wrapped her arms around Dan Yue's waist, pressing herself close to him.

His crimson tail fins intertwined with his in the ocean current, almost without any barrier, swaying gently. The salty tide carried their body heat, making all sensations exceptionally clear.

Perhaps because they were in the deep sea, each encounter was more tender than the last.

(End of this chapter)