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Chapter 250 Did the two miss each other halfway?

After the patrolling soldiers brought Teng to the destination, they left.

However, they kept turning back to look at the two brothers, one standing on a high place and the other on a low place, staring at each other. They were all a little nervous. Why did Teng suddenly return at this critical moment when the various tribes were about to make their move?

Mo Yan left the storage cave and looked at Teng, whose scarlet beast eyes were dark and unclear in the snow.

His voice was flat and emotionless: "Why did you suddenly come back? Is something wrong?"

The blizzard fell heavily, freezing the air between the two brothers into frost.

Teng stood still in the snow, the wind and snow swirling around him, yet the bitter cold could not penetrate his warm black cloak.

“I’ll only say this once.” Teng raised his hand to brush the snow off his shoulder, his cloak fluttering in the cold wind, and said bluntly, “Aying asked me to ask you if you want to go beyond the Triangle Sea.”

Mo Yan's muscles tensed abruptly, his blood-red pupils contracted sharply, and his face, which always carried a hint of evil and a cold smile, revealed an expression of near-disorder. His voice was hoarse beyond belief, yet he subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"

Teng was somewhat impatient, her dark green eyes coldly sweeping over him: "The message has been delivered."

Mo Yan took a deep breath, and a wavering first appeared on his wicked and imposing face, followed by a look of vigilance.

He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "Why?"

His lifelong dream was to lead the Cangshan tribe to unify the North Mountain, go together to the outside of the Triangle Sea, open up new territories, hunt more prey, and ensure that the beastmen have enough food during both the rainy and cold seasons.

He had told Fuying about this idea before, but he never expected that she would still remember it.

Teng curled his lips into a sneer, his vertical pupils cold: "The message has been delivered. If you want to go, head to the Black Crocodile Swamp."

After saying that, he didn't linger and turned to leave.

Before Mo Yan could speak, a weak female voice suddenly echoed from a cave: "Teng...Brother Teng..."

Teng frowned and turned to look, only to see a slender figure leaning against the cave wall, her pretty face pale.

Green scales.

She had lost a lot of weight since she first came to join the Cangshan tribe, and looked especially vulnerable in the cold wind.

He glanced at Mo Yan indifferently and said, "I originally thought that you would drive away the orcs of the Xishan tribe, given your personality."

Mo Yan had already come to his senses, glanced at Qing Lin, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"After the rainy season, the Cangshan tribe lost many warriors and needed to replenish their ranks. Although the orcs of the Xishan tribe are useless, at least they can gather wild fruits, which is better than leaving these caves empty."

Teng lifted his eyelids with a half-smile, but didn't say anything sarcastic.

"I'll remember that, Black Crocodile Swamp."

He left without saying a word, ignoring Mo Yan and Qing Lin, and strode away from the Cangshan tribe.

“Teng, Brother Teng…” Qinglin murmured, and suddenly staggered forward the moment he turned around. His thin figure fell heavily into the snow like a puppet with broken strings, and the soft, watery aura around him was also exhausted.

Teng did not turn around and quickly disappeared into the snow. If it weren't for the footprints on the ground, one would think he had never been there.

"idiot!"

From the cave behind Qinglin, an old woman with wrinkled skin and white hair emerged shakily. Her cloudy eyes stared intently at Qinglin, who was lying on the ground, her face full of disappointment and frustration: "Useless thing!"

The old female stared at Teng's departing figure, pounding her chest and stamping her feet, her hunched body trembling violently: "Eight-star pattern..."

If an eight-star patterned beastman is willing to protect the Xishan tribe, why would they need to stay here and be at the mercy of the Cangshan tribe beastmen?
Suddenly, her withered, claw-like hand grabbed the girl's chin: "Mo Yan is blind too!"

She had originally planned to offer Qinglin to Moyan and even personally delivered her to his cave, hoping to seek his protection. Who knew that Moyan would look down on Qinglin!
Thinking of this, the old woman coughed violently, and her loose skin turned an abnormal red.

Mo Yan didn't stop walking, not even bothering to glance at Qing Lin and that old woman again.

His tall, slender figure walked across the snow with a crisp, clean sound as he headed towards his cave.

Gui hurriedly chased after her, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He lowered his voice and asked urgently, "Outside the Triangle Sea? That Fu Ying, does she really have a way to cross the Triangle Sea?"

Mo Yan remained silent, his scarlet pupils slightly contracting as he immersed himself in his own thoughts.

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Meanwhile, Fuying also arrived at the Frost Plains tribe.

It had been a rainy season and a hunting season since her last visit to the Frost Plains tribe. Returning to this familiar place brought a different feeling. Although Qinglan was not there, she still wanted to help him settle down in the Frost Plains tribe and prevent any future troubles.

Although the rumors were only meant to awaken the Northern Mountain Orc Tribe, the frequent disasters were a real threat.

She didn't want Qinglan to return to find the Frost Plains tribe already destroyed.

Jia is directing the tribe's warriors to move firewood.

Although snow leopards are not particularly afraid of the cold, the cold season is always tough, especially for the cubs who need warmth. With the blizzard just beginning, they can gather more firewood.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a figure in the snow out of the corner of her eye, and her eyes lit up. Could it be that Prince Qinglan has returned?
She hurried forward, but froze the moment she saw Fu Ying's face, exclaiming in surprise, "Fu Ying?!"

Fuying walked slowly, her body spotless, not even a snowflake had touched her.

She noticed Jia's slightly tense expression, a faint smile playing on her red lips, and said softly, "What, not welcome?"

Jia was soothed by her soft laughter and relaxed considerably. She quickly said, "How could that be? You are the most honored guest of our Frost Plains tribe! But Prince Qinglan just returned not long ago, why did you suddenly come?"

Could it be that the two missed each other midway through Chapter 250?

Jia couldn't help but guess, but still stepped aside to let Fuying enter the tribe.

The snow leopards they encountered along the way all recognized Fuying and stopped to nod at her.

Those once wary gazes have now transformed into genuine friendliness.

They will always remember that when the entire tribe was about to be swallowed by the blizzard, it was Fuying who built a wall of light, keeping death outside the tribe and allowing them to survive. They all witnessed this scene.

Not to mention, as the cold season approached, she specially asked Qinglan to come back to help the Frost Plains tribe hunt and stock up on food.

Upon entering the cave, Jia stole glances at Fuying's profile illuminated by the campfire, feeling a mixture of envy and admiration.

This beautiful and powerful female is always very reliable.

The next instant, Jia's face froze, staring at Fu Ying in disbelief: "What did you say? Go beyond the Triangle Sea?!"

(End of this chapter)