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Chapter 133 Another cub? Whose?
Bai Cang and his two companions burst through the door, and the sweet, feminine scent inside the bamboo house seemed to intensify several times over.

Fuying sank into the bed, her red gauze disheveled, her jade-like skin flushed an unnatural red, the crimson spreading from her collarbone to her ankles. Gasps escaped her throat, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from her forehead.

"Aying!"

Teng was extremely impatient. Seeing that Fuying was in a bad situation, he took a step forward and was about to carry her away, but Ni's arm blocked his way, his purple eyes filled with coldness.

"Get out of my way!" Teng's fangs bared, and his dark green eyes surged with ferocity. "She'll die during her heat! If you can't control her passion, then find someone else!!"

"Teng! Calm down! Don't be impulsive!" Bai Cang stepped forward and reached out to touch Fu Ying's flushed cheeks.

"Calm down?!" Teng's eyes were bloodshot, his knuckles clenched so tightly they cracked, and he almost squeezed the words out from between his teeth: "Aying, she..." The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he choked them up, and the ferocity between his brows intensified.

Bai Cang turned to look at Ni, his gaze heavy, his voice extremely low: "Ni, what's wrong with A-Ying?"

His slender fingers tightened slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Since we are both her beast husbands, we are not enemies. Tell me directly what happened to Aying. Don't harm her by hiding things!"

Ni Zitong's eyes narrowed, and just as she was about to speak, Fuying's voice suddenly rang out from the bed.

"Cold water! Give me cold water!"

She propped herself up, her knuckles white, her voice icy, with a barely suppressed tremor.

Qinglan's usually aloof brows were now tightly furrowed. Upon hearing Fuying's words, she immediately replied, "I'll go!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already strode to the outside of the bamboo house.

Teng's joints turned white from the exertion: "Aying!"

His voice was hoarse, and his dark green eyes were filled with anxiety: "What's wrong with you? You're clearly in heat... mating should relieve it, why are you insisting on enduring it?"

Teng suddenly reached out and grabbed her burning wrist, but froze when he touched it, as if afraid of hurting her. He withdrew his hand with trembling hands, his voice full of anxiety: "Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

Fuying's wet eyelashes trembled slightly, and a suppressed breath escaped from her lips, but her voice was shockingly cold.

"It's an accessory gland of the Zerg."

As soon as she finished speaking, the bamboo house fell into a deathly silence.

Teng's pupils suddenly contracted, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body: "No! Night! Marquis!"

He practically spat out the name through clenched teeth, his eyes blazing with fury. When he looked at Fuying, his voice was on the verge of collapse: "He knew you were in heat, yet he still dared... He wanted to kill you!"

Bai Cang frowned, his expression grave: "Now is not the time to assign blame."

He paused briefly, then turned his gaze to the group: "Alright, the Zerg's accessory glands will probably fall off in two or three days, and then everything will be fine. Right now, the most important thing is to help Aying recover from the burning pain of her estrus cycle."

The accessory glands of the insect race are a special structure formed by the white, waxy substance secreted by the male during mating. They mainly serve a "locking" function, that is, to prevent other males from mating with the female.

This is a unique mate competition strategy that the Zerg have developed during their reproduction process.

"The water is ready." Qinglan returned carrying the bath tub, the water rippling inside.

Bai Cang tightened his arms and lifted Fuying horizontally into his arms. He stared at the cold water in the bucket, his jaw tightened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his brows were full of heartache, but noticing the abnormal temperature on her body, he still slowly immersed her in the water.

Fuying trembled, her brows furrowed, and water droplets slid down her flushed neck, soaking her sweaty collarbone. Her fingertips gripped the edge of the wooden tub, her knuckles turning white.

The next instant, she made a hand seal with her fingertips, a cold light flashed, and the water in the bucket instantly froze into ice.

A sudden, biting chill swept over her, making her shiver. A barely audible gasp escaped her lips, and tiny ice crystals climbed her hair, leaving frost on her skin.

"Damn that Lord Nevernight!" Teng was heartbroken, gritting his teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

He looked at Fuying, who was shivering from the cold, his chest heaving violently, and even his breath smelled of blood. He wished he could go and snap the neck of the Undying Marquis right now.

His purple eyes were filled with coldness as he said indifferently, "You don't need to lift a finger."

The next two days were agonizing for Fuying, each day feeling like an eternity.

She had never suffered like this before. She could see it, but couldn't have it, and was also tormented by the torment of passion. The burning sensation was like a maggot clinging to her bones, gnawing at her reason, and every moment seemed to be stretched out infinitely.

She would sometimes curl up in the icy water and shiver, and at other times bite her lip in unbearable pain.

The combination of hot and cold tormented her until she became delirious.

As Ni bent down and pulled her out of the icy water, Bai Cang and the other two had already silently left the bamboo house.

Fu Ying's wet eyelashes brushed against his collarbone, and his tongue unconsciously licked his prominent Adam's apple.

His steps faltered abruptly.

He lowered his eyes to look at her pale face, with traces of blood still clinging to her lips.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and a sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through his chest.

He suddenly lowered his head and pressed his thin lips against hers. Their eyelashes brushed against each other, creating an ambiguous shadow. His tongue slowly rubbed against her bitten lips, bringing the taste of blood into his mouth.

Reverse's movements were cautious, as if he wanted to devour her pain as well.

Fu Ying's long eyelashes fluttered gently, her eyes tinged with a faint red. As she looked up at him, her alluring voice was already hoarse: "You weren't like this before. Without blood, could you endure it?"

He gently placed her on the bed, his slender fingers lifting her soaked red veil.

As he leaned down, his purple eyes remained as cold and lifeless as an abyss, but they trembled slightly when they met her gaze, and his voice was hoarse: "Now... it's me who's afraid of blood."

On this day, the bamboo house welcomed a joyous occasion.

The star pattern on Fuying's forehead has bloomed again with the spirit flower, shimmering with magnificent light in the morning glow.

This means she's going to be a mother again, but this time, a father to her young child...

(End of this chapter)