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Chapter 242 He survived

On the other side, Fuying sat on the rocks, holding two bewildered cubs in her arms.

The two little ones sat on her lap, curiously fiddling with their chubby little legs and feet, seemingly unable to understand how their tails had suddenly turned into two tender white "sticks".

The cool, icy snowflakes in the sky became a new toy for the cubs, after the "stick".

They stretched out their chubby little hands, curiously trying to grab the snowflakes, making "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds.

Looking at their adorable appearance, Fu Ying's red lips curved into a gentle smile.

Chaos reigned on the shore. While settling her people, Dan Yue turned to look at Fu Ying and the cub.

The swirling snowflakes stung their faces, and the tribespeople were pale. Some of the females and cubs were even blue from the cold. Dan Yue frowned. The harsh winter was a calamity for the merfolk, who rarely left the deep sea. Migrating through a blizzard was an even greater test, and as the chieftain, she couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted.

Just then, he saw Fuying, who was sitting on the reef, suddenly stand up, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

The air pressure around her was extremely low; even the falling snowflakes were shaken by the spiritual energy and silently melted away around her.

Dan Yue's heart skipped a beat. She strode over, but before she could speak, two cubs were stuffed into her arms.

The fury on Fu Ying's face had subsided, leaving only a chilling calm: "Something happened at Black Crocodile Swamp."

This calm is more like the harbinger of an even bigger storm brewing before the tempest arrives.

Dan Yue tightened her grip, causing the cub to struggle uncomfortably.

He took a deep breath and whispered, "I'll go back with you."

Fu Ying shook her head and looked at Ru, who was trying to comfort her people: "The Merfolk need you more. I'm fine."

Her slender fingertips slid down her lower back, trembling almost imperceptibly.

She could clearly sense the violent fluctuations emanating from the runes of Bai Cang, Luo Heng, and Teng, while the runes belonging to Qing Lan were chillingly cold. This familiar chill made her breath catch in her throat. Months ago, Qing Lan's aura was like this, gradually dissipating from her senses. She had finally managed to save her, but now, things had gone wrong again.

Qinglan walks on the edge of life and death, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

What's even more terrifying is that he is very far away from her, not in the Black Crocodile Swamp, not in the Frost Plains Tribe, not even anywhere in the North Mountain. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether he was dying or just too far away.

This realization made Fuying feel a tightness in her chest, and an inexplicable anger surged within her.

She didn't understand why trouble kept coming her way when Mingxing's star pattern had been reshaped, his strength had been restored, and everything was on track. Was this what was called "the male protagonist's accidental constitution"?
While other male leads' accident-prone nature might only result in relationship crises, misunderstandings, and jealousy with the female lead, her male leads seem to be obsessed with dancing on the brink of death, as if they're afraid the King of Hell won't do enough to meet his quota.

She was just going to give birth, and these guys rushed to seriously injure her to the brink of death, as if they had planned to make things difficult for her!
Fu Ying was feeling a bit tired. She forced herself to stay awake and took out a teleportation scroll to return to the Black Crocodile Swamp. But she suddenly stopped and turned to look at the shore as if she had sensed something.

Before Dan Yue could say anything, she suddenly saw Fu Ying stop and stare intently in one direction. Following her gaze, she saw Teng holding Tuanzi and Changsheng. When she saw his face clearly, her light blue pupils suddenly contracted, and her body tensed up.

Teng was naked from the waist up, his originally pale skin covered with hideous wounds, the flesh rolled up, the edges tinged with an eerie bluish-black. He was all too familiar with these wounds; they were the marks left by scales being torn off.

Even though he was covered in blood, his steps remained steady and powerful, and he held the cub in his arms tightly.

After noticing their gazes, Teng suddenly looked up!
His dark green pupils narrowed to thin lines, his eyes dangerous, radiating a chilling killing intent. His gaze seemed to say that if anyone dared to lay a hand on him and his cub, he would tear them to pieces even if it cost him his last breath.

However, when Fu Ying's figure appeared in his vision, his murderous vertical pupils suddenly froze, then burst forth with an astonishing light. Almost instinctively, he rushed towards her, not caring about his torn wounds.

Fu Ying hurried forward, and seeing the terrible wounds on his body, her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

"Aying!" Teng's voice was hoarse, but he couldn't hide his ecstatic joy. His dark green vertical pupils widened slightly as he relaxed.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he whispered, "You're alright...that's great."

Fu Ying frowned as she looked at his relieved expression, but her heart ached. It was as if, for Teng, as long as she was safe and sound, his pain was insignificant.

Dan Yue keenly sensed the emotions surrounding Fu Ying, stepped forward, and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

Teng's gaze swept over the two cubs in Dan Yue's arms, his cold and stern expression softening slightly, but when he mentioned the changes in the Black Crocodile Swamp, his expression darkened again.

He recounted the events in detail, and with each sentence he spoke, Dan Yue's expression grew increasingly grim. When the last word was uttered, he felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but turn to look at Fu Ying. His lips parted several times, but he didn't know what to say.

The Black Crocodile Swamp was swallowed by the beast tide. Even a nine-star extreme realm cultivator was like an insignificant wave in such a torrent. Going back would be no different from sending them to their deaths. But if they didn't go back, what would Bai Cang and Luo Heng do?
Teng also gazed deeply at Fuying, his eyes filled with a complex expression.

He didn't know what choice she would make, but no matter what she did, he would follow her.

"Don't worry." Fu Ying looked up into the distance and said calmly, "Bai Cang and the others have already left the Black Crocodile Swamp."

As she spoke, her gaze passed over the heavy snow and landed deep in the dark forest, her fingertips gently stroking the patterns on her waist.

"Bai Cang and Qing Lan have left Beishan, and Luo Heng is heading towards the sea."

At this point, she paused slightly, her brows furrowing: "Things are probably not as simple as we think. Something must have happened that we don't know about along the way."

She was so certain because she sensed that the seemingly lifeless patterns on the surface of the crystal were faintly warming.

He survived.

This realization made her relax a little, but then a deeper doubt arose in her heart. In the Beastman Continent, besides her, an outsider with "cheat codes", who else had the ability to save a person on the verge of death?
Fu Ying had a guess in her mind.

This guess made her eyes darken, and she sensed an even more dangerous atmosphere.