I was not born for you, I am just me

"Yingying..."

Luo Heng's whole body was stiff, his knuckles tightened inch by inch, and blue veins were winding hideously on the back of his pale hands.

As he trembled, his purple pupils gradually turned red.

Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and as if he had lost all strength, his knees slammed heavily to the ground. His whole body seemed to have lost its soul, his brows were tightly knitted, the star pattern on his forehead kept breaking and reshaping, cold sweat slid down his jaw, and the breaths that escaped from between his teeth were fragmented, as if he was enduring great pain.

"Yingying..."

Finally, the trembling body gradually calmed down.

He dug his five fingers into the ground with such force that his knuckles almost pierced his skin!

He was gasping for breath, like a dying fish struggling to absorb the last bit of air, and the bright nine-star pattern on his forehead no longer flickered, but instead seemed to be seeping with blood, weird and mournful.

"Huh... why?"

"You share a body with me, you should know that I love her!"

The hoarse voice was filled with broken pain, and the long purple hair was hanging in disarray.

"You killed her, oh oh, killed her..."

"How could it be..." He laughed softly, the sound of blood foaming in his throat. His voice was cold, but every word seemed to tear open his heart and lungs: "You clearly know... I love her..."

"How dare you...how could you..."

Ni's voice suddenly broke in the trembling breath, and his slender fingers suddenly pierced into the heart, tearing the flesh and blood, and a vigorously beating green heart was gouged out by him!

Green blood slid down the pale knuckles, winding into hideous veins.

He stared blankly, then suddenly laughed softly, his thin lips forming an almost insane arc.

"Since... I'm tired of living..."

"It's time to wake up from this dream."

Ni's voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been burned by the flames of hell, and his entire body was deadly and cold as if it were substantial.

"Luo Heng!"

Over there, a sharp and cold voice sounded: "Luo Heng!"

Ni seemed not to hear the call. With a devilish smile on his face, he stared at the weakly twitching green heart in his hand. His five fingers suddenly closed together, and the heart exploded in his palm, splattering blood, reflecting his crazy and empty eyes.

Wu, who had just arrived, stood there in a daze, looking at Luo Heng, who was kneeling on the ground and looked like a madman, feeling a little puzzled.

Back in the Oasis Tribe, they hated Fu Ying more than each other. He could understand why Luo Heng would take action. He also agreed that they could both be freed by killing this evil woman. But why was he so miserable?

At the same time, an almost inaudible sigh came from deep within his body, as if a taut bowstring had finally broken. Luo Heng's will finally relaxed at this moment, almost feeling relieved.

This slight loosening caused the corners of Ni's mouth to curl up into a morbid arc.

Madness, joy, as if being pulled by invisible threads.

His eyelashes drooped, casting shadows on his pale cheeks full of spring colors. His long hair hung down, half covering his eyelids, and his whole body was filled with a strong fragrance, like a poisonous scorpion that had been dormant for a long time, finally waiting for its prey to let down its guard.

The next moment, he closed his eyes.

The beast crystal on his chest gleamed brightly, and the star pattern on his forehead shattered again. This time, the shattering was accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, as if an invisible hand had crushed his star pattern with its own hands.

The originally empty chest was slowly reshaped into an emerald heart under the pulsation of the beast crystal, like grass and trees nourished by spring rain, filling the originally empty chest with vitality again.

"You fear everything in this world, and only crave the moonlight. Then I will let you shine like the sun across this world, burning away your timidity."

"Luo Heng, I was never born to protect you. I am just me."

"Yingying..." Ni raised his head to look at the dazzling halo, his voice seemed to be broken in the wind: "I'm sorry..."

"I really can't hold on any longer." These few words sounded as light as a sigh.

He crawled out from the abyss of darkness, enduring all the pain and despair in the world. He was the dirtiest part of this body. He just wanted to tear apart the other self in his body, devour the remaining light, and make this body belong only to him. Was that wrong?

He is the Moon Flower, not a monster that suffers from the burns of the moonlight.

He knew that his Yingying was so strong that everything would be fine.

But he was no longer... worthy of seeing her again. He had failed to protect her. Moreover, what she had wanted and wanted to save from the beginning to the end was always Luo Heng, not Ni.

He knows it better than anyone else.

She said she only loves males who can give birth to cubs for her.

Now that the beast crystal is sacrificed to Luo Heng, she should... be happy, right?

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently, half covering her deep purple pupils, casting a light shadow on her cold white skin. Her charmingly curly purple hair fell on her shoulders, looking very beautiful.

His expression was obviously filled with death, but at this moment, he showed a rare illusion of being almost gentle.

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"She was stabbed through the heart, and she didn't die? Is she a monster?"

"That's right, doesn't this female have a heart for this?"

"Xingyao, do we really want to save her? Or maybe forget it? This tribal trade fair has become such a mess, and the goods haven't even been traded. Why are we still bothering with the troubles on land? Let's get back to the deep sea as soon as possible!"

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Fu Ying listened to the chattering sounds in his ears, his brows furrowed, and his eyelashes trembled as he opened them.

The dazzling light pierced her pupils like a sharp blade, causing her to be blinded for a moment. She subconsciously raised her hand to cover her eyes, and with a "click", the thing in her palm fell to her body.

She lowered her eyes, and her blurry vision gradually focused, reflecting a broken doll.

The doll was even more tattered than the last time, lying quietly on the bloodstained collar.

"Death Puppet", three fatal disasters, and it was used twice in just over a month.

Fu Ying curled his lips, a hint of self-mockery flashing in his eyes.

People really can't stay in comfort for too long. She was blinded by the male's false gentleness and even threw away the most basic vigilance. If the puppet hadn't died in her place, she would have been dead by now.

The famous gold medal staff of the Book Transmigration Administration Bureau almost fell into the conspiracy of the target character.

Oh, if she really died in such a cowardly way, she could imagine how lively the forum of the Book Transmigration Administration would be. The reputation she had accumulated over the years would be destroyed in an instant, and she would almost become a laughing stock!

Fu Ying took a deep breath, squeezed the broken doll tightly, and when he opened his eyes, his gaze suddenly turned cold.

This wasn't just some novice trial, but an SSS-level mission with a 100% mortality rate! So many top performers had failed. How foolish of her!

Suddenly, Jingxiang's voice exploded in my ears, with a startled tremor.

"Huahua! Are you really okay?!"

Fu Ying raised her eyes to look at Jingxiang, whose long pink hair was flying and whose eyes were wide open.

She stared at Fu Ying's heart without blinking, making exaggerated gestures with her hands: "Such a sharp bone knife, it pierced you right through! Hiss, even if you are a great witch, you..."

Jingxiang said this and took a breath of cold air. She really found it unbelievable.