The female has already given birth

Fu Ying turned to look at Ni, but their eyes met in mid-air.

There was no expression on Ni's face, he looked indifferent as if he had heard an insignificant word.

His purple eyes were fixed on her without blinking, and there was a sticky coldness and dead silence in his eyes. But when he spoke, his tone was soft and almost coaxing: "Do you want to go and take a look?"

"Okay." Fu Ying curled the corners of his lips and slowly stood up.

She also wanted to see how many shady things the so-called Black Crocodile Tribe had hidden, and how Ni played the role of "high priest" in it. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle.

On the bed, his casual words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the surface.

She suddenly realized that the soul hidden under the skin of the man in front of her might be crazier than she thought.

The quilt slipped from her waist, revealing her jade-like skin. With each breath, her snow-white chest rose and fell slightly, drawing a heart-pounding curve.

He tilted his head, dark currents surging in his purple eyes.

He suddenly raised his hand, and his fingertips passed over——

He chuckled softly, his voice so gentle it was almost eerie: "The female has already given birth, why do you want more?"

The strength of his fingertips gradually increased, and a dark possessiveness welled up in his eyes.

Fu Ying raised her eyes to look at him, the smile on her lips somewhat intoxicating: "Can the one born to someone else be the same as the one born to you?"

His scarlet tongue licked over it, and a smile escaped from his Adam's apple as it rolled, but his voice was as low and hoarse as a demon from hell: "Then help me."

Fu Ying reached out and hooked Ni's chin: "You want me just to borrow this knife to kill Luo Heng?"

A smile escaped from his throat, and he looked up at her. The nine-star pattern on his forehead was extremely bright, and his purple pupils seemed to be surging with starlight: "Compared to him, you like me more, don't you?"

Fu Ying's face turned cold and he pulled his hand away.

The case is solved. What he said about living and dying for her was nothing but exploitation.

Sure enough, even the dark side of his dual personality, who kept saying that he liked her, was only trying to get rid of Luo Heng so that he could monopolize this body. This really fits his crazy nature.

But she didn't expect that she, a hunter who controlled the overall situation, would be treated as a prey by him.

He tilted his head and bit the fingertip that she was about to pull away, the heat rolling between his lips and teeth, and a curve of almost bewitching lips appeared: "Why are you so cold? You were not like this just now."

“Snap—”

A crisp slap suddenly cut through the air, and Ni's face was knocked to the side. His messy purple hair fell down, half covering the crimson palm marks on his cheek, which were vaguely visible and made him look even more embarrassed.

Fu Ying calmly stood up and put on her clothes. Her fingertips slowly gathered the collar of her chest to cover up the charming spring scenery. She smiled but her eyes did not reach her eyes. "The people of the Black Crocodile Tribe are waiting impatiently."

Compared to Ni, she is more inclined towards Luo Heng.

In the plot, the real male protagonist is Luo Heng, and the second personality Ni has never appeared.

She wasn't sure if helping Ni, this suddenly awakened second personality, kill Luo Heng would cause her own body to collapse. If that happened, the target of the mission would be wiped out, and what would become of her mission?

Ni slowly opened his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

His long eyelashes were half covered, and deep in his purple pupils, there was a chilling sense of calm madness.

He stood up as Fu Ying moved, his dark robe cascading down, wrapping around his slender body. He hooked her fingertips, pulled them to his lips and blew gently, his voice so gentle it made one's heart palpitate: "Does it hurt?"

Fu Ying suddenly pulled her hand back. She raised her eyes and stared into the strange purple pupils in front of her. She said calmly, "If you kill Luo Heng, are you sure you can survive?"

If he can transform into a reverse energy, then treating him as Luo Heng may also produce qualified mission results.

After all, it's the same body.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a strange shadow in his eyes. He blinked lightly, and suddenly a gentle and cruel smile appeared on his face, and the ending tone rose: "I don't know."

In response, he received another crisp slap.

Ni's arms tightly wrapped around Fuying's waist and led her out of the bamboo house.

In the pouring rain, an orc from the Black Crocodile Tribe knelt on the ground, his scale-covered body trembling in the torrential rain. Hearing the voice, he seemed relieved and hurriedly said, "High Priest, the tribe..."

"Go and take a look." There was no emotion in Ni's voice.

The black crocodile orc trembled all over and nodded hurriedly.

When a pair of slender white legs came into his sight while crawling, his Adam's apple rolled noticeably.

However, the instinct for survival made him lower his head immediately. He didn't dare to look any longer and turned around to walk out as if he was escaping, as if he was afraid to stay in this place any longer.

The moment he left the bamboo house, vines broke out of the mud, twisted and entwined in Ni's palms, and in an instant they were intertwined into an umbrella. The umbrella surface exuded a light purple fluorescence, keeping out the heavy rain.

He released his grip on Fu Ying's waist, and a seductive smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Do you want to come up?"

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly and half-knelt on the ground. His thin, dark-colored robe outlined the well-defined lines of his back, and his curly purple hair glowed with an eerie light, like an invitation from a fairy.

Fu Ying glanced at the muddy water and without hesitation pressed herself against Ni's back, her fair arms naturally wrapping around his neck.

Ni felt the warmth and softness pressing against him, and silently tightened his arms, clasping her knees.

He stood up, and the vine umbrella tilted silently in the heavy rain, firmly covering Fu Ying's head.

Holding an umbrella against their backs and carrying a handrail on their backs, they strolled leisurely in the garden. Their overlapping figures cast a lingering reflection in the turbid puddle, which was extremely intimate.

Walk through the reeds swaying violently in the rainstorm and step onto the swamp.

Fu Ying lay on Ni's back, and a number of pitch-black crocodiles appeared in his field of vision.

They floated in the swamp, beaten down by the heavy rain.

When they saw the reverse, those huge monsters twisted their bodies one by one, and the creepy sound of bones was heard as their scales rolled. In a flash, these black crocodile orcs turned into human form and knelt in the swamp mud.

The young man in the lead was strong and particularly sturdy.

He wore a crocodile skin band around his lower body, his muscular arms were crossed across his chest, and he was bent over. A damp, cold air mixed in his voice as he respectfully called out, "High Priest."

However, when he looked up and saw Fu Ying, he was stunned and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

He had never seen such a female in the Black Crocodile Swamp. She was so beautiful that she seemed to be coated with a layer of light, which was out of tune with the filth and stench in this place.

Ni raised his eyelids, his deep purple pupils filled with cold and dead silence: "You don't want your eyes anymore?"

The young orc suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He knelt on the ground in panic, and cold sweat instantly seeped out of the back of his neck.

Fu Ying tapped Ni's shoulder lightly with his fingertips and looked at the kneeling orc: "Tell me, what kind of disease is this? Have you found the source?"