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Chapter 228 She Wanted to Save Me
Fu Ying shouted again, "Wu! Don't get distracted!"

Wu suddenly focused his attention back on his body. The overwhelming pain struck again. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and, using the warmth from her body, broke free from his shackles inch by inch, as if he were being reborn from a new shell.

Fuying held the duck tightly, and its spiritual energy flowed across it recklessly.

After an unknown amount of time, a brilliant golden-red light shone brightly from the depths of the cave.

"Wow--"

The duck let out a heart-wrenching cry, and suddenly a shower of golden feathers burst forth from its shoulder blades.

Golden and red wings filled almost half the cave, with the edges of each golden feather stained with blood. Amidst the shimmering light, the duck suddenly raised its head, its neck veins bulging, and the lines on its forehead intertwined, gradually converging into a nine-star pattern.

As Fu Ying gazed at the phoenix rising from the ashes, her tense nerves finally relaxed.

Under the golden-red light, the young man's outstanding bone structure was on full display; his handsome features and dashing appearance were truly remarkable.

She slowly released her arms from around the duck, leaning against the tub as if exhausted. Her eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes drooping, and her long black hair, damp with moisture and sweat, hung loosely. A wave of fatigue washed over her, almost engulfing her.

The duck folded its wings and lowered its eyes to look at Fuying, who was sitting in the water.

Amidst the rising steam, she quietly closed her eyes, her breathing extremely light and slow, as if she were utterly exhausted.

The water washed over the wound on her neck, and streaks of blood spread out, revealing clear and gruesome teeth marks on her skin.

The mark, imprinted on her porcelain-white neck, stood out starkly.

Wu knelt on the bottom of the tub, then wrapped his arm around Fuying and pulled her into his embrace. Water droplets dripped from his chin and splashed on her face. His body trembled with tension. In the next instant, he had lifted her up by the waist, and with a long stride, he stepped out of the tub.

The ferret squatted on the clean straw, glanced at Fuying who had been exhausted into a deep sleep, its dark eyes flickered, and then looked at Wu, this time with a more scrutinizing gaze.

"Who?!" Wu Jinhong's eyes shot out like sharp blades.

The ferret met the duck's eyes without fear and leaped onto the saddle's shoulder.

Wu frowned, but before he could speak, the person who had been guarding outside the cave rushed in.

"Wu! You're really better!" Luo Heng was somewhat incredulous, but also relieved.

Wu turned to look at Luo Heng and gave a soft "hmm".

Luo Heng then saw Fu Ying being held in Wu's arms, her face pale and seemingly lifeless. Her expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed in shock, "What happened? She..."

Wu hugged her tighter, his chin resting against the crook of her neck, a hint of pain flashing in his deep eyes.

Chapter 228 She did it 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 a lot."

Wu remained silent, but his gaze swept coldly over the ferret perched on Fuying's shoulder, and he said in a deep voice, "This thing..."

Luo Heng stepped forward, looking at the tiny ferret with a solemn expression, but didn't say much. As it stands, the ferret clearly has its own consciousness. It has its own purpose in following Fu Ying, but after so many days, it shouldn't be capable of harming anyone.

He said, "We'll talk about it when Bai Cang comes back."

Upon 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, afraid that the Vulture Clan will sneak over quietly like last time and disturb Fu Ying's reshaping of your star pattern."

Wu lowered his eyes to look at Fuying, and thinking of the vulture clan, a violent killing intent flashed in his golden-red eyes.

Luo Heng looked at his tense body and sighed knowingly, "I'll stay with her, you go ahead."

Now that Wu has reshaped his star pattern and entered the Nine-Star Extreme Realm, the Vulture Clan is no longer a threat to him. Hearing Luo Heng's words, Wu slowly raised his eyes, his golden-red pupils reflecting his image. In an instant, his arms tightened silently, pulling Fu Ying even closer into his embrace, without any intention of handing him over.

This action made Luo Heng's face turn pale. He couldn't help but take a step back, his voice trembling slightly: "You... you remember?"

Wu looked quietly at Luo Heng, his deep voice carrying a hint of coldness: "I don't know what you're talking about."

He paused after speaking, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "But I will not hand her over to anyone."

Luo Heng gazed at Wu protecting Fuying, a bitter smile curving her lips.

If he hadn't remembered the time when the bone knife in his hand pierced Fuying's heart at the tribal trade fair, Wu wouldn't have been so wary. But now that he remembered, why did he still cherish Fuying so much?

Can the hatred of broken wings truly vanish into nothingness after the star pattern is reshaped?
Or……

Wu already knows that she is not the real "Fuying"?
Luo Heng's Adam's apple bobbed, but in the end she simply lowered her eyelashes in silence, her expression somber.

Of the males, he was always the most rejected and out of place, and no matter what he did, he could never fit in.

As soon as Wu finished speaking, a fair hand grasped his wrist. The fingertips were soft and slightly cool, making him tremble. He looked down sharply and met Fuying's half-open eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, a thousand words stuck in his throat, turning into a hoarse whisper: "You..."

"Go ahead, I'm fine."

"One must avenge one's own wrongs."

"Now you can soar through the heavens, and no one can hurt you anymore."

Fuying's eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings. Despite being exhausted, she still forced herself to finish speaking.

Wu Jin Hong's pupils suddenly contracted, a subtle ripple appearing in his eyes, and he tightened his arms around her.

His voice was low and hoarse, almost broken: "I can't leave."

Fuying closed her eyes and leaned against his chest, a faint smile appearing on her pale lips. She broke free from his embrace and said clearly, "I don't need your care. What I want to see is... you rising from the ashes, soaring through the heavens."

She lifted her eyelids, the weariness in her eyes fading slightly: "Go, bring back the head of the vulture leader."

"What they have done to you must be repaid double."

As she spoke, her slender figure resembled a drawn sword, sharp and piercing.

No one else has the right to touch her.

Wu Jinhong's eyes were fixed on her without blinking. At this moment, everything else in the world faded away, and only she remained before him.

A faint smile curved Fu Ying's lips as she slipped her slender fingers through his and led him out of the cave.

Her steps were steady and slow, neither hurried nor slow, and Wu followed closely behind her. His usual sharp and steely aura was completely subdued at this moment, like a raptor that had put away its claws, extremely docile.

Outside the cave, the sea of ​​clouds surged and the wind howled.

Fuying reached out his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the ground, as if he could scoop up a handful of drifting clouds.

Suddenly, her palm tightened.

Wu's warm hands enveloped her tightly, and his deep, reserved voice rang out: "I'll take you with me."

It's not a question, it's an irresistible declaration.

(End of this chapter)