Is this your beast form?

The Marquis of Buye was like a trapped beast on the verge of death, holding Fu Ying tightly.

He pried open her lips and teeth fiercely, and grabbed her breath almost violently. The smell of blood spread, and the butterfly pattern on her cheek seemed to come alive, rippling with light, as if it was about to flap its wings and fly away.

The two people's breathing intertwined, as if they were fighting to the death.

He tore the red gauze apart violently, and the tearing sound was particularly harsh in the rain.

The next moment, Hou Buye suddenly stopped and looked at the red marks on her snow-white skin that had not yet disappeared.

He sneered and bit down hard, his teeth piercing the flesh, covering up the red marks one by one, and imprinting his traces and breath inch by inch.

Fu Ying didn't even frown.

She raised her eyes, looking past his tense shoulders, and looked at the twelve magnificent butterfly wings behind him. The colorful scaly wings were phosphorescent, which was a very special color even in the Orc Continent.

"Is this your animal form?" Fu Ying's fingertips gently stroked the edge of the butterfly's wings.

"The Zerg's breeding method...is different from that of ordinary Orcs."

Buyehou lowered his eyes and stared at Fu Ying, a faint light flickering in his colorful pupils. His cold fingertips slowly stroked Fu Ying's chest: "I will use your body to give birth to the strongest offspring."

His voice was as cold as ice, yet it revealed his undisguised brutality.

Fu Ying's fingertips were still lingering on his butterfly wings. Hearing this, she couldn't help but chuckle: "So, you want to use me as a hatching vessel?"

The Marquis of Buye grabbed her wrist, his wings trembled, and pieces of dreamy colorful scales fell.

He placed his thin lips close to her ear, his breath icy cold. "Your flesh and blood, your magical power, will be the best nutrients until my offspring emerges from your body and becomes a butterfly."

Fu Ying looked into his colorful pupils and suddenly smiled.

She laughed so hard that her body shook. Her slender fingers traced along his waistline and back. She suddenly turned over and pressed him down. "It sounds like it's much more interesting than simple mating."

The huge butterfly wings of the Buyehou suddenly opened, and the colorful scales flashed, interweaving to form a forbidden area.

He looked deeply at Fu Ying. She sat at his waist and gently touched his wing membranes with her fingertips, causing the twelve huge butterfly wings to tremble slightly, like silk swaying in the wind.

"Um……"

Marquis Buye's brows suddenly frowned, and a low groan escaped from his throat.

Wherever Fu Ying's fingertips passed, it was like being hit by an electric current, and a tingling shiver spread along the nerve endings. For the Zerg, the wing membrane is as sensitive as the orc's tail.

"Are you shy?" Fu Ying leaned over, her red lips touching the tip of his ear.

"Such a wild and unruly face, and now with such an expression of forbearance, it makes people want to bully you even more. As expected, you always want others to make exceptions."

The colorful pupils of Buyehou shrank, and rainbow-colored light surged.

Fu Ying's fingertips wandered, and Buye Hou suddenly raised his head, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his Adam's apple rolled rapidly.

With their chests pressed close to each other, the uncontrolled heartbeat was deafening, and every beat made Fu Ying's eyes blush more brightly.

The burning heat surging deep within her skin spread like an undercurrent, causing tiny ripples on her fingertips.

The back of Buyehou suddenly tensed up, and his knuckles clenched unconsciously.

His gorgeous pupils were slightly dilated, and Fu Ying's swaying figure was reflected in his irises.

As her consciousness drifted in and out, her memories were torn like gauze - the scene of the bone knife piercing her throat that day suddenly appeared, but the splashing blood in her memory was not as captivating as the rosy glow at the corners of her eyes at this moment.

Could this existence, which he once hated, really transform into something else?

The last line of defense collapsed, and every inch of skin turned into a submissive wave, overturning towards the warm light source.

But his mind was extremely clear, calling out to him to stay away.

Buyehou clenched his teeth tightly, and the taste of rust came out from between his teeth, as if as long as he didn't make a sound, this decadent body would have nothing to do with his clear-headed soul that hated Fu Ying, but his tense waistline betrayed him.

Fu Ying raised the corners of her narrow eyes and looked at Buyehou, who looked stubborn and as if he was being forced. She suddenly chuckled and her fingertips moved along his tense jaw.

She bent down, and gently pressed her red lips against his rolling Adam's apple: "Make a sound..."

"The more tense you are, the more I want to hear your voice." As she spoke, she was satisfied to hear the sound escaping from his throat.

Marquis Buye stared at Fu Ying intently, with colorful undercurrents surging in his eyes.

His slender fingers dug into the tree trunk, the bark cracked under his fingertips, and wood chips pierced into his flesh, bringing some slight pain, but still could not withstand the trembling she brought.

There was a complete split between the mind and the body, and the whole person seemed to be torn in two.

He was like a butterfly being madly dragged into a quagmire by Fu Ying, covered in filth and sinking deeper and deeper.

Buyehou suddenly reached out and grabbed Fuying's waist, turned over suddenly, and the two of them rolled down in the dead leaves of the treetops. He pinched her waist, and the two of them were like beasts entangled to death.

Fu Ying looked at the Marquis of Buye who had become the host, and did not argue with him. His fingertips gently stroked his sweaty brow.

Marquis Buye was born with a very aggressive and wild face. His brow bones pressed down on his pair of enchanting colorful eyes. When his eyelids were pressed down, he exuded a natural murderous aura.

His glass-like pupils were tinged with a thin layer of red, yet still held a heart-pounding coldness.

Fu Ying's fingertips gently traced his eyebrows and eyes, her voice soft and gentle, almost bewitching: "Let's... start over, okay?"

The Marquis of Buye did not stop moving, he just lowered his eyes to look at her, his silence as deep as a pool.

After an unknown amount of time, Fuying became extremely tired and half leaned against the tree trunk, too lazy to even lift his fingertips.

When Buyehou left, she didn't even have the strength to raise her eyes. She only noticed that someone had pulled her clothes closer to block out the cold.

Hou Buye lowered his eyes and looked at Fu Ying who was curled up. Her jade-like skin was covered with red marks.

There was gloom between his brows, and sinister intent was surging in his colorful pupils.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, a low, hoarse sneer escaped from the thin lips of the Marquis of Buye, and a few obscure syllables came out from between his lips and teeth. Suddenly, a rustling sound was heard.

The swarm of insects surged up the tree trunk, and in an instant, surrounded Fu Ying in the middle.

Marquis Buye stared at her quietly for a moment, and the butterfly wings slowly spread out behind her, looking extremely gorgeous.

He withdrew his gaze from Fu Ying, his colorful pupils filled with indifference. He then broke through the night sky, rolled up the remaining ambiguous atmosphere, turned into a gorgeous stream of light, tore through the rain curtain, and left.

He and Fu Ying can never start over.