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  Bai Qingqing nodded and said, “Mm. Many things are the same, but even more aren’t. I can slowly fill you guys in.”


  “Okay,” Parker said, recalling the scene that day. “The ape king also said that the world you came from is hell. He was bent on eliminating you. Now that the City of Beastmen is destroyed, that’s his retribution. It’s just that the other beastmen are being held back from fleeing.”


  Bai Qingqing, who had heard Parker mention the happenings in the City of Beastmen, said with a sigh, “Good fortune follows upon disaster; Disaster lurks within good fortune. The ape king chased me out, and that actually helped me avert a greater danger.”


  She then halted. Thinking of Curtis, she couldn’t bring herself to feel happy.

  Finally, she let out a sigh. “Thankfully, we’re all fine and well. We’re already considered lucky.”


  “Stop talking about those unhappy events. Let’s go home.”


  Parker set the turtle free. Although turtles and tortoises were similar in appearances, turtles were much faster. Once it regained freedom, it crawled two meters away in no time.

  Bai Qingqing hurriedly said, “Don’t set it free. I want to eat it.”


  The corners of Parker’s lips twitched again. Qingqing sure had a varied diet.

  After placing the turtle and cubs into a bag made of animal skin, Parker went back with Bai Qingqing on his back.

  Bluepool’s long and forceful tail shook speedily, resembling a speedboat in the water. Seeing their mortal enemy in the ocean, the fishes didn’t even manage to flee before the danger got far away from them.

  They gazed dazedly at the blue merfolks, before continuing to swim on their own.

  “This is bad! Jean has been stolen by a male on the land!”


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  Before he even returned to the merfolk’s territory, Bluepool’s voice reverberated throughout the depths of the ocean.

  As merfolks had unique soundwaves, with deliberate control they could make their voice spread far away. Furthermore, it was steady and didn’t dissipate easily. The instant he spoke, all the merfolks heard him.

  A smudge of golden flashed by in the oceans. Bluepool was about to dodge from it, but before he could move, his neck was grabbed in a strangle.

  “What did you just say?”


  The golden-haired merfolk’s voice was deep. When he came to a halt, his golden hair swirled in the water behind his head, yet his face was calm and unaffected. With four animal stripes, his disposition was as cold as thousand-year-old ice.

  Bluepool could clearly sense the other party’s killing intent. Though he didn’t quite understand what was going on, he recounted whatever he knew. “Leader, I just saw Jean on the shore.”


  “Are you sure that’s her? I remember you have yet to mate with Jean. Did you secretly peek at her?” King said coldly as he tightened his hold around the other merfolk’s neck. “You know this is against the rules of our tribe.”


  Bluepool, whose face had turned purple, said with much difficulty, “I’m certain. Although I’ve never seen Jean before, I know that she has fair skin and long hair. None of the females on land look like that. Although there’s some discrepancy in the description given by you guys—her hair isn’t blue.”


  “Oh?” King loosened his grip.

  Bluepool opened his mouth and took in a few mouthfuls of water, the gills behind his ears filtering out the deoxygenated water. “Her hair is dark brown. As I’m responsible for exchanging items with the beastmen on land, I’ve seen the females of quite a few tribes before. But I’ve never seen any tribe’s females that possess one-tenth of her beauty. She must be a female of the merfolk tribe.”


  “You got the wrong person. Jean has blue hair, that female isn’t her.”


  King tossed Bluepool away. Upon hearing the commotion, the merfolks came swimming over. They anxiously asked Bluepool what was going on.

  King turned to face everyone and said, “A merfolk who hasn’t seen Jean before mistook someone else for her. Jean is in her nest and hasn’t been stolen.”


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  The merfolk’s expressions eased, and they shook their fish tails as they dispersed.

  But Bluepool didn’t believe it. How could such a beautiful female come from the land?

  “I don’t believe it. Unless you let me see Jean.” Bluepool’s attitude was firm.

  King’s gaze turned cold. His eyes sparkled a shade of gold like the sun, exuding a bone-chilling coldness.