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Chapter 182 Five Beast Husbands, One Show
"Okay." Fu Ying lowered her voice even further.

Just as she was about to reach out and hug Qinglan, she suddenly realized that there was something between them.

When Fuying lowered her eyes, she saw Qinglan holding a bamboo tube with a tender green seedling planted inside.

“This is…” Fu Ying reached out and gently stroked the seedling’s leaves, and her pupils instantly contracted.

Qinglan composed herself and handed the seedling to Fuying.

His thin lips moved slightly, his voice low and hoarse: "It was found at the tribal trade fair. Your blood seeped into the soil and sprouted a seedling of a Moonflower. Perhaps... this could be a new turning point?"

Fu Ying pursed her lips, her narrow eyes fixed on the little seedling in her arms.

The moment she touched that tender green, she sensed a familiar feeling.

The person, shrouded in a cold aura yet exuding a rich fragrance, was so vivid in her mind—dangerous yet alluring.

"inverse?"

As soon as Fuying finished speaking, the leaves suddenly curled gently around her fingers, a cool and soft touch.

In a daze, she seemed to see the man who always loved to wrap his vines around her waist, and when the entanglement reached its climax, a strange purple light appeared in his eyes.

A plant-beast, she was supposed to follow the cycle of life and death, and she thought he would never come back.

So, it was her blood that kept his last breath, making him reluctant to leave?

Fuying's fingers trembled slightly as she held the bamboo tube, her fingertips turning white from the force. A familiar, rich fragrance surrounded her, and she couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.

She knew she should stay calm and not get caught up in these emotions.

Knowing that there was a glimmer of hope for Ni, she found it hard to control her heartbeat.

It turns out that what we can't let go of is never just adversity.

At that moment, Luo Heng's soft voice suddenly rang out: "It's him!"

Fu Ying frowned and turned to look at Luo Heng. He dared to come out under these circumstances; he was truly a fearless young man.

As expected, Teng was the first to erupt upon seeing Luoheng.

He transformed into a giant, pitch-black serpent and lunged at Luo Heng without a word. His ruthless and ferocious manner showed no mercy whatsoever.

Luo Heng's pupils contracted, the nine-star pattern on her forehead flashed, and she began to fight the giant snake.

Bai Cang's eyes flickered slightly as he slowly walked to Fu Ying and handed the sleeping Tuanzi to her.

His silver hair was whipped by the strong wind. He casually pulled off the dark gold headband covering his forehead, revealing eight black star patterns. He said softly to Fu Ying, "This anger must be vented."

Before the words were even finished, the white fox's tail swept through the air with a whooshing sound, and in an instant, the giant white fox had joined the battle.

The fight between the three caused the ground to shake.

Fu Ying'e's heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look at Qinglan, who was quietly standing beside her: "You're not planning to go?"

Qinglan was slightly taken aback, turned her head to look at Fuying, her gray-brown eyes rippled: "Aying...do you want me to go?"

Fu Ying's lips twitched, and she raised her chin slightly: "Go, go, leave Luo Heng a breath."

As she finished speaking, Qinglan's tall and slender figure, as graceful as a pine tree, instantly transformed into a nimble snow leopard.

His flaxen fur gleamed coldly as he gracefully paced around the battlefield, his golden, ring-shaped eyes fixed on Luo Heng as if searching for his every weakness, his tail swaying dangerously from side to side.

Fuying held a tender flower seedling in a bamboo tube in one hand and a sleeping baby in the other.

Dan Yue was awakened by the chaotic explosions. When he rushed over, he was still covered in dampness.

"This..." Dan Yue's light blue eyes furrowed as he looked at the group fighting fiercely. He quickly walked to Fu Ying's side, gently taking Tuanzi from her. When he looked down at Tuanzi's rosy cheeks, his eyes were full of tenderness. However, when he looked up at the group, he hesitated and said, "Aren't you going to stop them?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "We'll be living together from now on, so we really need to get this revenge."

After saying that, she took Dan Yue's arm and said with a smile, "Let's go see your new bamboo house."

The bamboo house in the pale moonlight was a bit far from the group, built by the stream, and was very exquisite.

Pushing open the door, the room is filled with the scent of the sea breeze. The window faces a shimmering pond with ripples on the water. The pond is covered with lush aquatic plants, and occasionally a fish leaps out of the water, splashing water droplets that shimmer in the sunlight.

"Do you like it?" Dan Yue asked softly.

Fuying chuckled softly, "I like it very much."

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Dan Yue turned around and continued repairing the roof.

Fuying placed the dumpling on the bed before sitting by the window, holding the bamboo tube.

She sat on the bamboo chair, quietly watching the seedlings, and poured the spiritual liquid on them. In a short while, the slender branches of the seedlings sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, two new branches emerged, swaying in the wind.

Fuying lightly tapped the flower branch with her fingertips, her voice hoarse: "Ni, you must grow up quickly."

The next instant, the leaf wrapped around her fingertips, with a touch of domineering.

Fuying chuckled softly, one hand supporting her chin, the other fiddling with the flower seedlings.

She never imagined that one day she would be able to play the role of a nurturing animal. She just didn't know if the seedling would grow into a beastman or become that beautiful, gloomy, and obsessive male ghost.

Before her thoughts could settle, the seedling seemed to think she was distracted, and its leaves suddenly sprouted sharp serrations, cutting her finger.

The blood dripped into the bamboo tube, where it was absorbed in an instant.

Fu Ying's lips twitched as she stared at the flower seedling. After a moment, she smiled again. It's true that old habits die hard.

Perhaps even if we could do it ten thousand times over, that brooding yet captivating madman would forever remain within this seedling.

"Mom!"

A childish voice rang out, and the next instant, Fuying's legs were embraced by a pair of soft little hands.

Fu Ying lowered his eyes, looking at the exquisitely beautiful little girl.

Her soft silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, a tangled mess, but her features were exceptionally beautiful. Her narrow, fox-like eyes, inherited from both her and Bai Cang, were strikingly bright. She had a straight nose, red lips, and white teeth, though the six-pointed star pattern on her forehead was jet black, and the animal skin on her body was stained with mud from who-knows-where, making her look somewhat dirty.

"Tuanzi." Fuying reached out and hugged the little girl into her arms.

This was her first child on the orc continent, so their bond was naturally special.

"Mom... Tuanzi misses you so much..." Tuanzi reached out and hugged Fuying's neck, sobbing, her hot tears even dripping into her collar: "They all say that Mom... Mom is hurt, Tuanzi is so scared."

Fuying hugged Tuanzi tightly and whispered, "Isn't Mother back? Don't cry."

She comforted the little girl for a while before she gradually stopped sobbing.

Tuanzi's nose was bright red. She stretched out her chubby little hand and touched Fuying's still flat belly. She smiled and said, "Mother, Father Teng said that his baby is inside. It's Tuanzi's little brother and sister."

Fu Ying was slightly taken aback.

She suddenly remembered that when she was pregnant last time, several males vied to be the father, and in the end, the cub of the Nightless Marquis was born on the island. Now she has returned and is pregnant again, but it is obvious that the cub's father will only be Dan Yue.

Thinking of this, Fuying frowned slightly; it was indeed a somewhat embarrassing matter.

(End of this chapter)