To protect you

Fu Ying noticed that Ni's body was still tense and did not let go.

She leaned lightly against his back, a soft tune flowing from her lips.

Her leisurely melody echoed in the bamboo house, and it seemed that even the darkness was not so thick anymore.

Ni found that his breathing was unconsciously matching her rhythm, and his tense body gradually relaxed.

As the melody died down, Fu Ying unhooked her arms from around Ni, pulled his wrist, and turned to walk towards the bamboo bed. Her voice carried a hint of weariness from the dissipation of her spiritual power: "It's getting late, time to go to bed."

She probably understood the pattern of Ni and Luoheng's appearance, moonlight.

Ni was like a shadow crawling out of a rotten abyss, swallowing all the pain that Luo Heng had abandoned.

And the main personality in this body is still Luo Heng, the soul that belongs to the light.

Two people, one lives in the light, the other dies in the shadow.

Lying on the bamboo bed, Fuying was drowsy when he suddenly heard Ni's hoarse judgment: "It's unpleasant."

"Is it unpleasant to listen to?" Fu Ying murmured in a dreamy voice.

His Adam's apple rolled against his chest, and just as he was about to sneer, he heard her even and long breathing.

His purple eyes looked at her quietly. This enchanting and almost dangerous female was now sleeping defenselessly in front of him. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, calm and natural.

Even if you knew what he was thinking, would you dare to fall asleep like that?

His slender fingertips gently climbed up her throat. With just a little force, this fragile body would die, and he would be free.

There was a dark mist in Ni Zi's pupils, and his fingers trembled as they closed and opened again.

Finally, he closed his eyes, lowered his palm, and gently stroked her cloud-like hair.

Suddenly, the clouds were blown away by the wind, and moonlight slanted in through the gaps in the window lattice.

Ni's expression was dazed for a moment, and then a weak soul took over this body.

If Fu Ying was awake, she would find that the person lying beside her had weak but very clear eyes, without any sign of madness, and his gaze was fixed on her face.

The moonlight outlined his eyes and eyebrows full of spring, and the nine-star pattern on his forehead had been broken.

He exudes an aura as pure as moonlight.

Falling orchid.

His purple pupils were as clear as water, and his gaze carefully passed over the cinnabar between Fu Ying's eyebrows.

Luo Heng's voice was so calm it was almost eerie: "You can't do it, I'll help you."

He is not the only one who wants to be free.

When her fingertips were only three inches away from Fu Ying's heart, Luo Heng's arm suddenly froze.

His cheeks were twisted, and in the moonlight, veins popped out on his skin, as if countless vines were growing wildly in his blood vessels.

"...Heh." Luo Heng squeezed out a laugh from between her teeth: "Are you soft-hearted?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his trembling hand suddenly changed direction and his five fingers pierced into his chest.

Blood splattered everywhere and a faint fragrance filled the air.

*

When the first ray of morning light shone into the bamboo house, Fu Ying opened his eyes.

There was a strong smell of blood in her nostrils. When she turned around, there was no one beside her, only a pool of half-dried blood with a strange green color.

"inverse?"

Fu Ying frowned and called out.

She had exhausted her spiritual energy last night and was completely tired. She placed a protective restriction around herself and fell asleep. So, when Ni Huanzhen attacked her, she was attacked by the restriction?

Fu Ying got up and left the bamboo house. After walking around for a long time, he still couldn't find Ni, so he had to go to the Black Crocodile Swamp.

Before I got close, I heard a shrill noise.

"What high priest? He's nothing but a monster who cheated Beast Crystal!"

"Kill him! Kill him! Now is the time to dig out his beast crystal!"

"Yes! He was seriously injured and had no chance to fight back! Kill him! This is the beast crystal of the Nine-Star Patterned Orc—"

“…”

Fu Ying's pupils shrank and he pushed aside the reeds.

In the foul-smelling swamp, Ni's body had sunk into the mud. A dozen orcs from the Black Crocodile Tribe pierced his limbs with steel forks, and green blood oozed out.

His purple pupils were unfocused, but there was no trace of pain in them, only a smile.

A cold light flashed in Fu Ying's eyes. He gathered the frost whip in his hand and slashed it down from the air. The whip shadow was wrapped in a strong wind and lashed fiercely at the orcs of the Black Crocodile Tribe: "Get out!"

The black crocodile beastmen screamed and were all blown away, and the steel forks fell into the mud.

Without the support of the steel fork, he sank suddenly, and the stinking swamp instantly reached his neck.

Fu Ying tapped her toes lightly, stepped over the reeds, and flew towards Ni. The surging spiritual power surged out from her palms, turning into a white silk thread, wrapping around Ni's waist and pulling him out of the mud.

"What are you crazy about?!" Fu Ying gritted his teeth and glared at Ni fiercely.

He was covered in mud, and the stench obscured his subtle fragrance.

Ni seemed oblivious to her anger. His muddy fingertips grasped the hem of her clothes uncontrollably, a faint cold emotion surging in his purple eyes. "I feel bad."

Fu Ying was stunned and his eyes fell on his heart.

There, on the muddy chest, were five hideous scratches, deeply embedded in the flesh, and one could even see the beating heart inside.

"You..." Fu Ying's fingertips trembled slightly. This was not the power to restrain the backlash.

Ni's bloodstained hand touched her face, and his voice was hoarse: "I want to... protect you."

Fu Ying raised her eyes and looked into his eyes.

In the depths of those purple eyes that were always cold and dead, a glimmer of light seemed to appear.

Like a tender sprout breaking through the soil in a desolate wasteland, it is slender and fragile, almost ridiculous, but stubbornly breaks through the filth and darkness that traps it.

At this moment, even though Fu Ying came here for a mission, he couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted because of his stubbornness.

Fu Ying lowered his brows to hide his surging emotions.

Without saying a word, she took out the elixir and poured it into his heart.

Ni's body suddenly stagnated, and his heart gradually became active under the impact of spiritual power.

"Ni, at any time, protect yourself first."

Fu Ying held his hand, pinched his fingertips, and spiritual power washed through like a clear spring. The foul-smelling mud attached to Ni's body quickly fell off like a tide, revealing pale and clean skin.

Fu Ying's narrow eyes swept around, and the black crocodile orcs were frightened by her gaze and dared not come forward.

She stopped looking at them and held Ni's waist tightly.

"Hold tight."

She stepped on tiptoe and took off into the air.

Ni's purple eyes reflected the sound of the dripping rain, and there was the sound of the wind in his ears.

Fu Ying's breath was so close that their hair was blown by the wind and tangled together.

His long eyelashes blinked very lightly and slowly, and as if possessed by a ghost, he reached out and gently touched the side of her face. With her around, it seemed as if even the stench in the swamp had gone away.

It turns out that light has temperature.

After returning to the bamboo house, Fu Ying carefully treated Ni's wounds.

She stared at the dried blood on the bamboo bed and pondered, "Was it Luo Heng who did it?"

With his eyes downcast, he spoke in a low and calm voice, "I told you, they all want to kill you."

Fu Ying's lips moved slightly, and just as she was about to speak, Ni raised his eyes and looked at her.

His androgynous face was pale, and his deep purple pupils were like two pools of stagnant water, reflecting no light at all: "You said...you would take me with you..."

The sound rolled against the Adam's apple, and seemed to come from far away.

"Does it still count?"