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Chapter 222 Alan, I'm Back

Lai Shiba stared at Fu Ying in a daze. She was turning around to look at the setting sun. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her jade-like profile, as if surrounded by a layer of divine light. He vaguely felt that perhaps the Beast God Priestess from many years ago looked just like this.
Yu Li's gaze lingered on Fu Ying for a long time, and her words made his breath catch in his throat for a moment.

What exactly did she mean by that?
"It's time to go back." Fu Ying's red lips parted slightly, a fleeting indifference in her brows, before she turned and stepped into the deepening twilight.

How ironic, and equally pitiful and tragic, that her final retirement years would be spent on duty.

Yu Li's hands, hanging by her sides, suddenly tightened, her knuckles turning white. For some reason, looking at her lonely back, a dull pain welled up in her heart, mixed with a vague unease.

Before he could think it through, a gust of wind suddenly swept past him, and Lai Shiba, disregarding everything, chased after Fuying.

Yu Li's expression changed, and he frowned as he followed. He was about to reprimand him when he saw that Lai Shiba did not approach Fu Ying. He simply followed at a distance, cleaning up all the wild beasts that had approached with the darkness, and then silently followed.

This Lai Shiba seemed somewhat familiar to Yu Li.

He only realized what was happening when he saw Lai Shiba stuffing the wild fruits he had picked into Fuying's hands.

Lai Shiba's clumsy way of guarding is exactly the same as his when he secretly followed Fu Ying.

Yu Li stared at Lai Shiba for a long time before finally looking away and silently following behind Fu Ying.

The two "protectors of the flower" were remarkably in sync; one was responsible for guarding against and driving away wild beasts, while the other went to pick fruit and hunt.

The two did not try to hide their presence, and Fuying did not ask them to leave.

Since she has already made herself clear, and they are happy with it, why should she play the villain?

Life is short, and it is enough for everyone to find their place. For Yu Li and Lai Shiba at this time, following her and doing some trivial things for her is enough to make them content.

The journey home was much smoother than expected, and we returned to the Black Crocodile Swamp in just ten days.

This long journey took nearly two months, even though the hunting season on the orc continent was nearing its end.

Before Fuying even entered the swamp, she was swept into the arms of a swift figure.

In his slightly cool embrace, a barely perceptible tremor ran through him. He longed to pull her completely into his arms, but upon feeling the bulge in her abdomen, he instinctively pulled back two inches.

"Teng." Fu Ying looked up at his indifferent jawline, a faint smile playing on her lips. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, whispering, "I'm back."

Teng closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, and buried his face deep in her neck. The dark scales on the side of her neck were faintly visible. He still held her tightly, and the bulging veins on his arms revealed the torment he had been suppressing during this time.

His voice was extremely hoarse: "If you don't come back... I'm going to go crazy."

Fuying leaned against his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart. Her fingertips ran through his loose hair, and her voice was soft and gentle: "I came back late. Don't be angry with me, okay?"

The sinister and malevolent aura that had been lingering between Teng's brows slowly dissipated, and her figure was reflected in his dark green eyes, appearing incredibly gentle.

He gently stroked her lower back with his calloused fingertips and whispered, "Aying, how could I bear to be angry with you?"

Not far away, Lai Shiba leaned against a tree trunk with his arms crossed, squinting at the two people embracing intimately. He then glanced at Yu Li and asked, "Is this the female beast husband? He doesn't look very good."

The seven-star patterned beastman had a muddy, snake-like smell about him, which made his muscles and bones tense slightly.

Yu Li glanced at him, her golden eyes filled with a hint of mockery.

Snake-beastmen and toad-beastmen, like golden eagle-beastmen and snake-beastmen, are natural enemies. How could they possibly coexist peacefully? The two were speaking quite loudly, and Teng slightly loosened his grip on the armrest and looked up.

Upon seeing two equally outstanding males, his vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and his hands, which had been resting on the waist of the armrest, tightened unconsciously.

His eyes were half-closed, his jawline taut and sharp, but he simply lowered his head and rubbed the top of her head: "Let's go home. We've been listening to you and haven't been idle lately. The Black Crocodile Swamp of today is not the same Black Crocodile Swamp of the past."

"Really?" Fu Ying was a little curious after he said that.

"Why don't you see for yourself, A-Ying?" Teng chuckled, picked her up, and turned to walk deeper into the room.

When they passed through the reeds and saw the fence rising from the ground, even though they had expected it, Fu Ying couldn't help but be stunned. The fence was three meters high and covered with thorny vines, clearly the work of Luo Heng.

Outside the fence is a lush green bamboo grove, where the bamboo leaves rustle in the breeze.

Teng held Fuying's hand and, seeing her stunned expression, felt a little smug. His voice was filled with a boastful excitement: "Aying, how about it? Isn't it exactly as you said? We haven't slacked off at all during this time."

Fu Ying curved her lips into a smile, pushed open the fence gate, and looked at the scattered bamboo houses with a slightly surprised expression: "What is this?"

Teng raised an eyebrow and snorted, "It was that guy Bai Cang who said that since the bamboo house could be built, why not build it higher up and divide it into two floors, so that we could also store food. With Luo Heng here, these are naturally not a problem, and the view from higher up is better, so we renovated our respective dwellings."

“Aying, from my bamboo house, you can see the sunrise and sunset over the entire swamp. It’s so beautiful.”

"You're back! Come over often, let's visit together!"

Fu Ying sighed, "Who says the people of the barbaric continent are stupid?"

They were able to build bamboo houses, and even improve them into two-story buildings. If they continued to develop, they would truly be entering the next civilization.

Fuying's small bag at her waist suddenly moved, and a snow-white head popped out from it.

Its dark eyes glanced at the bamboo house in front of it, then flickered slightly before disappearing back inside.

Behind the two, Yu Li looked at everything in front of her and pursed her lips.

He remembered that these were all instructions given by Fuying.

"By the Beast God..." Lai Shiba stared wide-eyed, his Adam's apple bobbing, looking at the place in disbelief, and swallowed hard: "This, this is really a place that exists on the Beastman Continent? Built by the Beastmen?"

Teng glanced back, his long eyebrows furrowing, a fierce glint flashing in his dark green eyes.

Leaning against the pillars, we walked around the bamboo building, and suddenly the view opened up before us.

The open space was covered with bamboo racks arranged in a staggered pattern, with hundreds of tanned animal hides hanging on them to dry. These were mostly soft and fluffy wild animal hides, which looked very warm.

Qinglan's slender fingers brushed across a snow-white fur coat, the flaxen hair was lifted by the breeze, and the jade ornaments in the hair made a pleasant sound. Hearing the familiar footsteps, he froze, his knuckles turning pale.

"Alan".

The soft call made Qinglan turn around abruptly, her clear gray-brown eyes surging with emotion when she saw Fuying.

"I'm back." Fu Ying looked at Qing Lan's flaxen hair, which shone brightly in the sunlight, and smiled. A sense of ease and joy that she herself had not even realized arose in her heart.

(End of this chapter)