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Chapter 243 Hmm? It doesn't hurt?

Teng's expression froze for a moment, then his brows furrowed: "An unexpected turn of events? What about Bai Cang and the others?"

He dared not recall what had happened before he left; in the ferocious beast tide, no one could escape unscathed.

Teng lowered his eyes to look at the sleeping dumpling in his arms. The little girl still had tears in the corners of her eyes, and her face was flushed in the warmth. He couldn't help but tighten his arms and wrap the animal skin even tighter, but he felt a little sad.

Fu Ying reached out and took Chang Sheng from Teng's arms. The little guy was fast asleep. When he came out of the animal skin coat, the cold wind made him shiver, but as soon as he got close to Fu Ying, a warm current enveloped his body.

He smacked his rosy lips and nestled in her arms, falling into a deeper sleep.

"They're fine." Fu Ying's voice was calm, but a deep gloom lingered between her brows.

"Aying, you just said they left Beishan?" Dan Yue pursed her thin lips, pondered for a moment, and grasped the key point in Fuying's words.

His expression was equally complicated. Beyond Beishan lay the treacherous Triangle Sea. Where else could they go if they left Beishan?

Teng realized what was happening and his dark green pupils suddenly contracted.

"You mean they went beyond the Triangle Sea? But high-level beasts roam there, there are gales in the sky that can tear a beastman's body apart, and there are swallowing vortexes on the seabed. Even a nine-star extreme realm cultivator would find it difficult to move an inch, so it's impossible for them to cross!"

As he spoke, he and Dan Yue exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting deep apprehension.

They were all Northern Mountain Beastmen, born and raised here, so naturally they knew better than anyone what the Triangle Sea meant.

The northern mountains are narrow and barren, like a place of exile. Over the years, many tribes have considered migrating, for who doesn't yearn for a more prosperous territory? But all the warriors who tried to cross the triangular sea ended up perishing there.

Over time, the Triangle Sea became a tacitly forbidden area among the Northern Mountain Beastmen, an area that could not be touched.

"Why did Bai Cang and Qing Lan leave Beishan?" Teng's brows furrowed, his voice filled with barely concealed anxiety.

Their females are still in Beishan, there's no reason for them to leave. Even if they've run into trouble and need to escape, they should tell Aying. Besides, who would want to escape to a dangerous place like the Triangle Sea?

Fu Ying pursed her lips, looked up at the dense forest, a dark light flickering in her eyes: "Let's talk about it when Luo Heng arrives."

The blizzard raged, and in the blink of an eye, the snow on the coast had reached up to the calves.

The rising steam from the sea mingled with the heavy snowflakes, creating a chaotic scene where it was almost impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.

Fu Ying deftly set up the tent, then took out several thick quilts and wrapped the cubs tightly inside. Only after confirming that the little ones were sleeping soundly did she come out of the tent.

Teng and Danyue stood in the wind and snow, talking in hushed tones. Ice crystals clung to his hair and eyelashes, and his handsome, fair face, besides the wounds, also bore some bluish-purple frostbite, as if he had been abused.

The two males had their brows furrowed, and even the white mist they exhaled carried a heavy atmosphere.

“Teng,” Fuying called softly.

Her voice was like a secret command, instantly dispelling the gloom between Teng's brows.

As he turned around, a familiar smile played on his lips, and strode toward her. When he reached Fuying's side, he reached out and touched the tent, his expression somewhat strange. His female always managed to produce so many odd yet practical things.

Fu Ying reached out and touched the gruesome wounds on his body, frowning slightly: "Does it hurt?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Fu Ying pursed her lips in self-deprecation.

That's a really stupid question. How could it not hurt when there's ice crystals frozen inside those rolled-up, black flesh? But that's how strange people are. When they can't share the pain of someone they care about, they always want to hear some comforting words from that person, as if that would make them feel better.

However, she never expected that one day she would be so concerned that she would lose her composure.

Teng's dark green pupils gleamed with a black luster in the snow. He suddenly tightened his grip, enveloping Fu Ying's slightly cool fingertips in his palm. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was hoarse and gritty: "It doesn't hurt."

Fu Ying stared intently into that dark green abyss, then suddenly bent her knuckles and stabbed him mercilessly in the wound.

"Hiss—" Teng's muscles tensed instantly, his deep and handsome face contorted in pain, but he did not flinch, not even his fingertips trembled, he just gasped.

"Chapter 243 Hmm? Doesn't it hurt?" Fu Ying's lips curled into a mocking smile, her voice calm.

Those long, narrow, alluring fox-like eyes were now burning with intense anger.

Teng's lips twitched, but he didn't dare to say anything. He obediently let Fuying pull him aside, clean and wipe his wounds with a warm handkerchief, and apply medicine little by little.

His back tensed from the pain, and he moved the armrests even more gently, as if handling some fragile glass.

Teng lowered his eyes and gazed at her focused profile, a gentle warmth spreading across his dark green pupils.

By the time the wounds were treated, the beach was mostly deserted.

The blizzard roared all around, and the sea monsters could not return home. Their thin scales were no match for the cold wind and snow, and the biting cold forced them to leave one after another.

The merfolk beastmen, wrapped in the thick animal hides distributed by Fuying, barely managed to withstand the wind and snow, and were not in too much pain.

Fu Ying took out a set of thick clothes for Teng and personally tied a fur cloak around his neck. Her fingertips brushed against his frostbitten, bluish-purple skin. Her voice was soft, but every word was warm: "The snow season has just begun. If you get frostbite, the wounds will itch and it will be very difficult to bear. Teng, I not only worry about the cubs, but I also feel sorry for you."

Teng lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes spread across his eyes, and a burning heat surged in his chest, almost scorching his heart.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Fuying by the back of her neck, his thin lips landing on her crimson lips with intense passion.

He never told Fuying that during the raging beast tide, he thought he was going to die and would never see her again.

He was filled with emotion at the moment of their reunion.

This kiss was filled with all his emotions and feelings.

Fu Ying closed her eyes slightly and reached out to wrap her arms around his lean waist.

Snowflakes fell softly between their intertwined breaths, spreading a cool sensation on their skin, only to be melted away by the heat emanating from them.

Teng's slender fingertips gently stroked the back of Fuying's neck, with a touch of tenderness.

Suddenly, a faint whimper came from inside the tent.

Fuying gently pushed against Teng's chest, and the latter was caught off guard and stumbled back half a step in the snow, a low, hoarse breath escaping his throat. A cold wind blew, and a seductive glint appeared at the corner of his eye, but he made no attempt to hide his intense desire.

A cold wind swept by, revealing a striking silhouette beneath the robes.

Fu Ying looked up at the grievance flickering in his dark green eyes, then, without glancing to the side, lifted the curtain and walked into the tent.

(End of this chapter)