Chapter 99: Nine Stars Extreme

In the rosy glow of the sunset, he finally turned around.

The purple animal skin fluttered, revealing a face that was difficult to tell whether it was male or female.

His features were as if meticulously painted, with slightly upturned corners of his eyes, outlining a natural and elegant demeanor.

The long eyelashes half-covered the deep purple pupils, like a thin mist in the twilight.

A strand of charming, curly purple hair fell down, just hanging on the bridge of his straight nose, forming an arc and casting a faint shadow, with a faint fragrance floating in the air, lingering around his body.

Although he was standing in the fetid swamp, he was still like a flower about to fall from a branch, with an intoxicating fragrance.

Fu Ying's eyes fell on him, she tilted her head slightly, and a sigh arose in her heart.

He really deserves to be one of the male protagonists, he is even more handsome than the original owner remembered.

Just at this moment, a gust of wind blew past, lifting the curly purple hair from his forehead, revealing the nine-star pattern that seemed more dazzling than the sunset glow.

Fu Ying looked stunned, his breathing stagnated, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

The nine-star pattern shone brightly, as if mocking Fu Ying's cognition.

A one-star plant beastman who had a difficult time advancing, how long had it been since he reached the nine-star realm?

Did she recognize the wrong person?

Only after pulling his mind away from the other person's bewitching appearance did Fu Ying start to think seriously.

Luo Heng is a madman. When the Oasis Tribe was destroyed, his star pattern was broken. Even before it was broken, he was just a young man curled up in rotten leaves with a star pattern buried in mud.

How could it be the nine-star extreme orc in front of him?

Fu Ying looked up again seriously, his eyes carefully tracing his outline.

From eyebrows to eyes, to lips, she was exactly the same as the person in my memory, only more stunning.

If there is any difference, it's only the eyes.

The fallen angel curled up in the rotten leaves, with no light in his eyes, like a dying charcoal fire.

At this moment, the pair of deep purple pupils in front of him were filled with a cold, dead, and gloomy feeling, like a damp and terrifying male ghost, with a calm sense of death and a faint sense of madness.

Could it be that after the plant orc star pattern is broken, it can still break through the shackles of blood and even reshape the soul?

As I was thinking, the morning breeze suddenly became sticky, carrying a dangerous sweet fragrance.

Fu Ying half-closed his eyes, and his toes left a half-circle mark on the wet moss.

The vines tore through the humus layer, twined around from all directions, and even grew rows of sharp teeth on them.

Lingnan screamed, grabbed the young orc by the scruff of his neck, and fled away as a monkey.

Because they were too hasty, they forgot to take away the prey on the ground, and the teeth of the vines pierced into the flesh of the prey.

Fu Ying stood on the bone pile and watched the prey shrink quickly like a deflated ball.

The next moment, vines emerged from the empty eye sockets of the prey, and the sharp spikes covered with blood and flesh squirmed gently, breaking through the air and rolling towards Fu Ying again.

Fu Ying spun lightly on her toes, leaned back to avoid the vines, and bent her waist into a breathtaking arc.

She glanced at Luo Heng from the corner of her eye, and a cluster of flames suddenly burst out from her fingertips.

Fire overcomes wood.

The golden-red flames shot up high, and the flames steamed, burning the vines so that they curled up madly and even made a teeth-grinding "squeaking" sound. A burnt stench mixed with rotten meat and green plants spread.

Wisps of thick smoke rose up, plunging the morning swamp into a hazy state again.

Fu Ying raised the corners of her lips slightly, a rich fragrance suddenly approached, and the nine-star pattern flickered in the mist.

Luo Heng stood in the swamp, staring at Fu Ying standing on the bone pile, his voice low and hoarse like a devil from hell: "You have my breath on you, why?"

As he spoke, his deep purple eyes stared straight at Fu Ying, and there was no trace of emotion on his pale face.

Fu Ying paused slightly, looked Luo Heng up and down, and asked tentatively, "You don't know me?"

Luo Heng seemed not to understand. She just stared at Fu Ying like a puppet and repeated, "You have my scent on you. Why?"

This time when he spoke, there was a hint of imperceptible irritation in his tone.

Fu Ying quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and suddenly smiled.

Her eyes flickered as she moved closer, her slender fingers quietly moving around and lingering on his chest.

"Why do I have your scent on me? It's because we have a bond. You are my beast husband."

Luo Heng did not stop her. His deep purple pupils seemed frozen as he continued to stare at her, without even his eyelashes trembling.

Fu Ying opened Luo Heng's fur coat and looked at the red fox pattern on his neck, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don’t know why Luo Heng seems like a completely different person, I was not mistaken, it was indeed him.

"Beast husband?" Luo Heng tilted her head, and her long, fragrant dark purple hair fell on Fu Ying's shoulders.

He imitated Fu Ying's movements and clumsily but irresistibly pulled open her fur coat, but he only saw a smooth white neck and nothing else.

"You lied to me." Luo Heng's Adam's apple rolled, and there was a sense of death in his cold eyes.

Fu Ying was slightly startled, then curled her lips and gave him a mischievous smile.

She took his slightly stiff hand and lifted up her skirt. On her slender white belly, a purple double-petaled flower bloomed softly, and the aura on it blended perfectly with the man in front of her, fitting in seamlessly.

Fu Ying looked at the charming and elegant face in front of him, which was so charming that it blurred the gender. He gently stroked the moon flowers swaying on his abdomen with his fingertips, and said seriously, "I didn't lie to you."

No matter whether Luo Heng had lost his memory or his soul was truly reshaped, it made no difference to her as long as she found the right person. However, the fact that he had re-condensed the star pattern himself actually made it easier for her to act.

I just don't know how a flower can do that?

Suddenly I became curious.

Luo Heng lowered her eyelids, her long purple eyelashes unblinking as she looked at the moonflower on her lower abdomen.

Suddenly, he spoke, pointing to the other inscriptions on her waist and asking, "What are these?"

Fu Ying: “???”

Before she could say anything, Luo Heng's slender fingers had already started wiping, but no matter how hard he tried, the inscriptions did not move at all. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and a serrated vine sprouted from his fingertips.

Fu Ying's mouth twitched, and she grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?!"

Luo Heng raised her eyelids and said calmly, "Am I not your beastly husband?"

The next moment, he leaned in closer, a gentle smile on his face, two pointed white teeth faintly visible between his red lips, with a bit of horror: "Wipe them clean, and I will be your beastly husband."

The vines were wrapped around Fuying's slender waist, their teeth digging into the flesh and oozing blood.

Fu Ying stared at Luo Heng for a long time. He was really different from before.

Among the seven beastly husbands, Luo Heng was the most timid and cowardly. Because of the torture from the original owner, he was submissive and never dared to refute. Even when he was whipped, he could only curl up in the corner, biting the back of his hand and crying silently.

The Luo Heng in front of me is domineering and possessive. Is he really a human being?

The indenture pattern won't lie, but this madness makes it seem like the person has been possessed by some dirty creature.