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Chapter 257 Aying, may I kill someone?

Jingxiang stood nervously to one side, her fingers gripping Xingyao's arm.

She naturally hoped that the leader would agree to join forces with the Merfolk to find new opportunities and a way out.

Xingyao patted the back of her hand lightly, his gaze falling on Jingqiang.

Not only Jingxiang, but as a member of the Merfolk, he also wanted to travel beyond the Triangle Sea with his people.

Although it is dangerous, it is also a mysterious place in the hearts of the beastmen of Beishan. If they could really stand on that land, things might be very different, and the fate of many people would probably be changed because of it.

Moreover, the cub is about to be born, and given the current chaotic situation in Beishan, he tends to head to the Triangle Sea.

Everyone looked at Jing Qiang, who remained silent for a long time. Teng frowned impatiently and said sarcastically, "As the leader of a tribe, you don't even have this much courage. A Ying, let's go. We have nothing to do with the Qi Jing tribe itself."

He put his arm around Fuying's shoulder and turned to head towards the Black Crocodile Swamp.

"Wait!" Jing Qiang's voice rang out, tinged with anxiety.

Teng subtly stroked Fuying's shoulder, then turned to look at Jingqiang: "Jingqiang leader, do you have an idea?"

Jing Qiang sighed and nodded, saying, "Witch, the Qi Jing tribe is willing to go to the Triangle Sea with the Jiao tribe."

Upon hearing his agreement, the surrounding beastmen all breathed a sigh of relief.

A faint smile appeared on Fu Ying's lips. The cold wind blew through the snow-white fur at the edge of her cloak, making her fair skin and red lips appear even more alluring and beautiful: "Very well, I'll trouble the Whale Qiang chieftain to lead his people to the Black Crocodile Swamp with us. It's a necessary passage to the Triangle Sea, and we might meet new companions there."

New companions?

Jing Qiang gave Fu Ying a deep look, asked no further questions, and then turned to direct his people to pack up their belongings.

He believed that he had made the right choice, and that a large team would avoid a lot of danger and trouble.

Similarly, never before have so many orcs crossed the Triangle Sea together. Perhaps this time, they will succeed?

Jinglan stood not far behind him, watching Fuying, whose every move was full of charm. Her heart pounded, but when she thought of the scene outside the Demon Sea Abyss where she had sensed danger and hurriedly fled, she felt ashamed.

As an orc, avoiding danger is instinctive, but as a male, he is clearly not up to par.

The priestess must still remember what happened back then, and she would never accept him again.

Thinking this, Jinglan looked annoyed and was somewhat absent-minded while packing her things.

"Hey! Whale Mist!" A warrior from the Whale Tribe approached Whale Mist, repeatedly turning back to look at Fuying, who was standing with Whale Fragrance. His eyes were full of infatuation, and he whispered, "Just as you said, the priestess is truly the most beautiful female!"

Jinglan lifted her eyelids and scoffed lightly. So what if she's beautiful? Beauty can't belong to any of them.

"Whale Storm? What's with that expression?" Whale Eagle frowned, looking somewhat displeased.

Jinglan put away her things, glanced at Jingying indifferently, and then looked at Danyue, Teng and Luoheng. She sneered, "Didn't you see the priestess's male? Two eight-star patterns and one nine-star pattern."

Whale Eagle's brows furrowed, and he said stiffly, "So what? Just because they're strong doesn't mean they can please females! The witch just hasn't experienced strong orcs like us before! Maybe she'll like them after she touches them?" As he spoke, Whale Eagle revealed his muscular arms, raised an eyebrow at Whale Lan, and his face was full of smugness.

Like Jinglan, he is a warrior of the Qijing tribe, but he has high standards and has not yet formed a sworn brotherhood.

Jinglan didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, so she picked up her things, turned around, and followed Jingqiang.

The Whale Tribe lagged behind the Merfolk Tribe, and the two tribes migrated together towards the Black Crocodile Swamp.

Their combined efforts caused quite a stir, and the news quickly spread throughout Beishan.

Returning to the Black Crocodile Swamp, the males had mixed feelings, especially when they saw the bamboo house they had painstakingly built collapse and be trampled, which plunged them into despair.

Of all the little ones, Tuanzi was the saddest, after all, this was the place where she had lived the longest.

Changsheng was an emotionally sensitive child. Looking at the ruins of the Black Crocodile Swamp, he pursed his lips and clung to Luoheng's arms, refusing to get down. The little guy was also a bit unhappy, wondering why his home had suddenly become like this.

Luo Heng is gentle by nature and is especially patient with the little ones.

The merfolk and the orcs of the Strange Whale tribe settled down for the time being. The warriors of the tribe turned around and went out into the blizzard to find wild beasts foraging for food. They were not limited to small beasts, but also ferocious high-level beasts. They did not let go of any beasts they saw.

It's good to have plenty of food before embarking on a long migration.

In addition, the seawater provided by Fuying can smoothly resolve the problem of rationality in the lives of marine animals.

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"Don't bother packing anymore. We'll have a better place to stay once we get outside the Triangle Sea." Fuying pulled Teng up from his bent-over bamboo strips and said softly, then took a handkerchief to wipe his dusty palms.

They've been sleeping in tents for the past two days, but Teng seems quite attached to the bamboo house he built, coming to tidy it up every day.

Teng lowered her eyes to look at Fuying and said in a low voice, "I have prepared a lot of things that you will like."

Unfortunately, you didn't even get a chance to look at it before the bamboo house was demolished and turned into this.

Fu Ying sighed softly, reached out and wrapped her arms around Teng's waist, gently stroking his back.

Teng hugged Fuying tightly, her eyes flashing slightly, a fierce glint appearing in her dark green pupils: "Aying, may I kill someone?"

He was never a good-tempered person to begin with. His hard work and his home had been destroyed like this, so naturally he couldn't swallow his anger. The beastmen of the tribes in Beishan should all pay the price for what they did!
Fu Ying paused slightly, looked up at the scarlet in Teng Tong's eyes, and frowned.

It's normal for others to retaliate when they do something wrong and provoke her, and she agrees with doing so. However, Teng is one of the male protagonists, and in this small world, such chosen ones are mostly righteous and honorable, after all, they are not villains.

She didn't know what would happen if Teng really went on a killing spree and took revenge on these beastmen from the Northern Mountain tribe.
Will the order of this small world collapse?
Fu Ying felt a headache coming on. After a moment, she said, "You know that the area outside the Triangle Sea is very dangerous. Keeping them around can serve as a stepping stone for us to test the dangers. It wouldn't be good to use our own people to scout ahead, would it?"

These words were spoken with such confidence that Teng's eyes flickered slightly, and the crimson in his eyes slowly faded.

“Great!” Teng nodded emphatically, his dark green eyes filled with excitement, as if he thought it was a good idea.

Fuying leaned on Teng's shoulder, turned to look at the snow-covered landscape outside the Black Crocodile Swamp, and said calmly, "If the Cangshan Tribe doesn't come in another day, we'll set off. We don't need to wait any longer."