The delicate yet wicked female is addicted to collecting stamps, and her many beastly husbands vie f

Chapter 163 Childbirth, a tiny, almost frail life

The moment Fuying left the Demon Sea Abyss, excruciating pain swept through her entire body.

Her vision went black, and she nearly collapsed onto the scorched sand.

"Are you alright?!" Jingxiang rushed forward and supported Fuying's swaying body. When she saw her pale face and her forehead soaked with cold sweat, her voice tightened.

Fu Ying shook his head, enduring the excruciating pain, and closed his fingers to put away the Frost Whip.

She turned to look at Dan Yue, who was still unconscious and lying on Feng Hai's back, and said to Feng Hai, "Dan Yue's tail transformation has been interrupted. We need to leave the deep sea immediately and take us ashore. You should know where the island he has been staying on these days is."

Feng Hai was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then nodded solemnly.

Although he didn't know Fu Ying, the fact that she was willing to risk her life to save him and the young clan leader was enough for him to trust her without reservation.

Feng Hai and Shan Hai exchanged a knowing glance, then quickly swam towards the surface of the sea with Dan Yue.

Jingxiang looked at Fuying with concern: "You look terrible, are you injured?"

The Demon Sea Abyss is, after all, the territory of the sea monsters, who are legendary, cursed creatures.

Fu Ying shook her head and looked calmly at Jing Xiang: "It's not that I'm injured, it's that I'm about to give birth to my cubs."

As soon as she finished speaking, her crimson fishtail stirred up a wave, instantly catching up with the wind and the sea.

Jingxiang stood there, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and reached out to tug at Xingyao and Buck beside her.

"Wait... what did she just say? Is she going to have...?"

Xingyao's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his eyes flashing slightly: "She's about to give birth to cubs."

"Ahhh—" Whale Fragrance burst out with a distorted scream, the last note of which was split in two.

*
Fuying followed behind Fenghai and Shanhai. The moment the sea broke through the surface, the icy rain fell on her pale cheeks. Her crimson fishtail faded, and she staggered onto the slippery rocks.

Fu Ying placed the elixir between Dan Yue's lips, his fingertips trembling: "Send Dan Yue back."

Dan Yue has been living on this island for the past few days. His dwelling is made of wood and is pitifully simple. The sea breeze, carrying salty and fishy smells, seeps in through the cracks in the wood.

However, on this remote island, this leaky wooden house is a rare place to stay.

As soon as Shan and Hai landed, they transformed into human form and, following Fu Ying's instructions, escorted Dan Yue into the small wooden house.

Fu Ying, ignoring the island, followed them into the wooden house. Looking towards the wind and sea, and the mountains and sea, her voice laced with suppressed gasps, she said, "Go back and tell Ru, wait..."

She winced in pain, bent over, pressed her abdomen, and broke out in a cold sweat, taking deep breaths repeatedly.

"Let me tell you, I will not stop him from reshaping the star pattern for Dan Yue."

"Reshape the star pattern?!" Feng Hai was shocked upon hearing this, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists. He looked at Fu Ying in disbelief, only to hear her groan and slump down next to Dan Yue.

Shan Hai's expression changed drastically as he looked at the faint red water stains spreading across Fu Ying's fair legs: "You..."

Fuying gritted her teeth, raised her fair hand, and a gentle breeze pushed Shan Hai and the other person out of the wooden house.

Immediately afterwards, a layer of light and shadow spread around the wooden house, shielding the drafty and leaky hut and blocking their view. Between the waves crashing on the shore, suppressed groans of pain pierced their ears.

"Shanhai, what are we doing now..." Feng Hai's face turned pale, his throat tightened, and he didn't know what to do.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the shore.

Jingxiang rushed over, her long pink hair still dripping wet. She looked at the wooden house bathed in light and shadow, her fingertips hovering just an inch from the shimmering surface before she abruptly stopped, not daring to touch it. She turned to Shanhai and Fenghai, asking anxiously, "Fuying, how is she?"

Xingyao stepped forward and gently put his arm around Jingxiang's trembling shoulder.

Shan Hai shook his head, patted Xing Yao's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Feng Hai is injured, I have to take him back to the clan. Xing Yao, you stay here and guard the young clan leader..."

At this point, Shan Hai paused, glancing at the wooden house with its shifting light and shadows, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he whispered, "...and the one inside."

Xingyao nodded silently, watching Shanhai and Fenghai leave the island.

A broken, gasping breath could be heard intermittently from inside the cabin, and Jingxiang paced anxiously in circles.

She gripped Xingyao's arm tightly, somewhat worried: "Will Fuying be alright?"

Xingyao didn't speak, but Buck said in a muffled voice, "She's so capable, she'll definitely be fine."

Jingxiang nodded vigorously, water droplets falling from her hair with the movement: "Yes, she's someone who can come out of the Demon Sea Abyss, she'll definitely be fine, she'll be fine..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, but her lips trembled slightly.

*
Fuying leaned against Danyue, his hair already soaked with cold sweat.

Listening to the chirping of the whale outside, she took deep breaths and gripped Dan Yue's wrist tightly amidst waves of pain. Although it wasn't her first time giving birth, each pain felt exceptionally real.

Dan Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the dilapidated wooden house was reflected in her azure eyes.

He felt a heaviness in his wrist and heard a suppressed groan of pain in his ear. In his daze, the salty sea breeze mixed with the smell of blood brushed past his nose. He turned his head with difficulty and saw a hazy, slender figure.

Her hand gripped his wrist, her dark hair disheveled, and the familiar markings on her waist were faintly visible.

Dan Yue suddenly came to her senses and sat up abruptly from the flat silk leaf.

His thin knuckles were curled up, and his pale face was full of shock. He seemed not to understand why he would stay with Fu Ying after going to the Demon Sea Abyss with such a desperate gamble. It was utterly absurd.

Fu Ying suddenly turned around and saw Dan Yue sitting up to look at him. Her pale skin had a sickly pallor, and her long, dark blue hair was wet and clung to her neck like silk soaked in seawater.

Although his face was pale and haggard, it could not hide his exquisite and beautiful appearance.

"...Awake?" Fu Ying forced a smile, panting, but before she could finish speaking, she was forced to let out a muffled groan.

In the instant that excruciating pain swept over her body like a tidal wave, Fu Ying suddenly gripped Dan Yue's wrist tightly. With a suppressed cry of pain, a fist-sized egg slid onto the silk.

Dan Yue froze, her light blue pupils reflecting the slightly pulsating egg.

Fu Ying's chest heaved as she gasped for breath. She lowered her eyes and gazed at the shimmering egg, its seven colors slowly swirling on the shell, occasionally gleaming with a pearly luster.

Her brow twitched slightly; indeed, it was the Marquis of Nevernight.

Producing in just over a month is indeed something only the Zerg could accomplish in terms of time.

Fuying reached out and picked up the seven-colored egg. A faint pulse came from the fist-sized eggshell. Although she couldn't see inside through the shell, she could sense that it was a tiny, almost frail life.

She lowered her eyelashes, took out several precious spiritual herbs, and carefully ground them into a lustrous spiritual liquid in her palm. With a light touch of her fingertips, the liquid slowly seeped into the eggshell, and the shimmering eggshell immediately radiated warmth.

This cub suffered a great ordeal while still in the womb, and its struggle to be born was already a tremendous effort.

(End of this chapter)