Madam, can you help me?

Fu Ying leaned on Ni's shoulder, her voice as light as a feather: "You always remember me."

"No, we've never met before." Ni stretched out his arms and wrapped them around her waist. Her charming, curly purple hair fell over her shoulders. His low, hoarse voice seemed to be poisoned: "You only exist in the fear of that loser."

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched Fu Ying's chin, beckoning her, "Stay with me."

Fu Ying met his cold and dead eyes with a smile, and opened her red lips slightly: "I want a cub."

Ni looked at the ruthless indifference in her eyes, hooked his arm around her waist and pressed her towards him: "Aren't you happy with me? What's so good about a little thing that cries, makes noises, and breathes?"

"You want a cub? I'll make one for you, okay?" His voice was dangerously sweet.

In an instant, a strange green light burst out from Ni's fingertips.

Vines grew wildly on the bamboo floor, and as they tangled together, they formed the outline of a baby.

The "cub" woven from vines shook and suddenly opened a pair of pupil-less eyes.

Ni waved his hand gently, and the little green thing crawled over happily and wrapped itself around Ni's feet affectionately.

He leaned over and picked up the "cub". As his pale and slender fingers teased it, the "cub" opened its mouth and giggled. There was no laughter, only dense serrations in its mouth, spreading out layer by layer.

Fu Ying watched quietly, without even his eyelashes trembling.

Ni stared at the squirming "cub" in his arms, brushed his fingertips across its sharp serrations, and chuckled softly:

"Look, it's so well behaved! It won't cry, make a fuss, or die."

He raised his eyes, looked at Fu Ying, tilted his head slightly, and blinked his long eyelashes gently. There was a smile on his androgynous face, but the smile was so gentle that it made people's heart palpitate.

"Let it be our cub... and stay with us forever, okay?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and held the young vine in front of her, a hint of expectation appearing in his cold purple eyes.

Fu Ying lowered his eyelids and stared at the little thing that was constantly twisting in Ni's palm, his face expressionless.

"laugh--"

A cluster of golden-red flames shot out from her fingertips, instantly burning the "cub" with sharp teeth to ashes. The wind blew away, and the ground was covered with dust.

Fu Ying raised her eyes to meet Ni Si Jing's, and curled her red lips slightly: "It's really ugly."

The tail of Ni's eye is slightly raised, forming a charming arc.

He looked at Fu Ying, a dark glint flickering in his purple eyes, as if he were admiring a beloved collection that had been throwing a tantrum. His low, hoarse voice was filled with indulgence: "If you don't like it, we can make another one."

Ni casually hooked his pale, slender fingers, and the vines began to wriggle strangely again.

"Madam, I can make tens of millions of cubs until you are satisfied."

Fu Ying pulled Ni's hand over and gently wiped the dust off his palm with a handkerchief.

Without the power of the reverse star pattern, the twisted vines on the ground suddenly stiffened, then shrank like the tide, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Ni is a plant orc born and raised in nature, and every part of him is as exquisite as if carved with brush and ink.

His hands were white and slender, and even the crescents on his fingernails had beautiful curves, but they were very cold to the touch.

Fu Ying's fingertips brushed across his cold, pale skin and she put a dark robe on him.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha. At the moment when the sleeves fell, the upright figure was like pine and bamboo, the androgynous face contained spring colors, and the curly purple long hair spread behind him, flowing with an enchanting luster.

He tilted his head slightly, his purple eyes casting a faint glance at Fu Ying: "How did you become a witch?"

"How did you become the high priest?" Fu Ying pulled Ni to the table.

"Try it." She filled a bowl of spiritual rice and gently pushed it in front of Ni. The white rice grains were wrapped in the lingering fragrance of plants and trees, echoing the rich fragrance on Ni's body.

Ni only eats moonlight, not grains, but spiritual rice is different.

He lowered his eyes and stared, his pale fingertips brushing the edge of the bowl. Without moving his chopsticks, a faint violet light flashed from his fingertips, and the light flowed along his slender knuckles into the bowl, forming a hazy mist in an instant.

The mist surged into his limbs and bones, and the nine-star pattern on his forehead suddenly lit up, flashing with golden light.

Fu Ying looked at the spiritual energy veins faintly flowing beneath his pale skin.

As expected, they are plants that come from the same origin. For plant orcs like Ni, spiritual rice is more effective.

After a moment, he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a layer of blush spread at the corners of his eyes. The crimson spread along his cheeks, like a moonflower soaked in morning dew, and even the pale blue veins on his neck were dyed red.

Fu Ying paused, suddenly remembering that the spiritual rice had increased more than just the orcs' star pattern power...

He went against the flow and was unrestrained, not wanting to put himself in a difficult position. The robe he had just put on floated under the bamboo bed again.

As he approached, his long curly purple hair brushed across Fuying's collarbone, and a faint fragrance wafted in the air.

Fu Ying half closed his eyes and let him do whatever he wanted, just thinking of it as a little indulgence from the owner to his little pet.

After all, Ni's appearance was really pleasing to the eye. The vines entwined around the bed and those almost perverted demands seemed to be the icing on the cake.

It's just a pity that it can't transform, can't give birth to cubs, and can't complete the mission.

Fu Ying was distracted for a moment, and suddenly felt his jaw tighten.

His slender fingers forced her to look up, and his fingertips caressed her red lips in an ambiguous way. His low and hoarse voice was dangerously sticky: "Madam, concentrate and don't think about others."

A broken voice escaped from Fu Ying's throat: "I'm thinking of you."

I was wondering how I could complete the task with my dual personality.

Ni stared at her for a moment, with dark currents surging in his eyes.

He suddenly lowered his head and bit the snow-white neck in front of him. Blood flowed out and the overlapping figures swayed thrillingly.

"I became the high priest of the Black Crocodile Tribe because they asked me to do so."

"There are no rules of the Beast God here, only killing."

"Madam, can you help me...swallow that waste?"

He leaned over against the light, pressed his blood-stained lips against her ear, and his low, hoarse voice was filled with sweet poison.

Fu Ying suddenly came out of his confusion and was stunned by the darkness in the purple eyes.

After two whole days of lingering, the room was still filled with the beauty.

Fu Ying lay on the bamboo bed, her black hair was disheveled and tangled with her purple hair.

Her snow-white skin was covered with mottled bloodstains, which was astonishingly bright.

He leaned against Fu Ying's side, his bony fingers gently entwining her hair, a look of contentment on his face.

During this period, Luo Heng never appeared.

Until the people of the Black Crocodile Tribe came to Ni's residence and shouted in panic: "High Priest, something happened in the tribe!"

Ni raised his eyes, his eyes were full of coldness, and his voice was still hoarse with lust: "Speak."

The people outside the bamboo house were sweating profusely, their voices trembling. "Someone in the tribe has died. It seems to be an epidemic! Epidemic, High Priest! Please help, save the Black Crocodile Tribe!"