What is it? To support the wife

As he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on Ni's face.

The firelight cast flickering shadows on his androgynous face, and a faint fragrance wafted in the air.

Fu Ying lowered his eyes and gently stroked the sleeping Tuanzi in his arms without looking back. His narrow eyes were full of calmness, and even the crimson cinnabar mole on his forehead showed indifference, as if he didn't care what choice Ni would make.

Ni's purple pupils were filled with coldness and death, and there was an inextricable gloom rolling in his eyes.

He completely ignored Buyehou's words, and looked at Fu Ying quietly, his slender fingertips grabbing the hem of her clothes.

The fingers with distinct joints tightened, and the strength was so restrained that they almost trembled.

He didn't say anything, but his white fingertips and drooping eyelashes showed his almost stubborn determination. Obviously, to him, no one was more important than Fu Ying's feelings.

Fu Ying was slightly surprised and turned to look at Ni. She thought he would join forces with Buye Hou.

After all, for Ni, forced possessiveness is the only way for him to feel love.

"Tsk, idiot." Buyehou sneered, and the enchanting colorful butterfly pattern on his face suddenly lit up. The fluorescent light flowed, wandering from the cheek, winding along the graceful lines of the neck, and reaching the spine.

With a "swish" sound of tearing silk, twelve huge butterfly wings suddenly spread out on its back.

The butterfly's wings stretched out for several meters, as gorgeous as a rainbow. Each piece reflected a hazy phantom light in the fire and rainstorm, which was extremely gorgeous.

The Marquis of Buye suddenly soared into the air, and its twelve pairs of butterfly wings gently spread out, scattering fluorescent dust.

Fu Ying's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and he looked up at the dust floating in the sky, gently covering his eyes.

The next moment, the fingers that were clutching the hem of her clothes suddenly twitched, and the knuckles turned blue and white.

A look of pain appeared on his pale face, the coldness in his purple pupils was suddenly torn apart by fear, and the nine-star pattern on his forehead also broke into pieces.

It's not just him.

Bai Cang, who was standing in front of her, groaned and knelt on one knee. He covered his head with his hands, looking extremely painful.

The dark green vertical pupils of the snake shrank violently, and its tail swept across uncontrollably.

Among the few people, only Qinglan was better. His brows were furrowed, and emotions were swirling in his gray-brown eyes.

The scene fell into chaos in an instant, as if everyone was dragged into the abyss of nightmare.

Xingkong and Mo Yan, who were a little further away, also had pale faces, but they could still stand. They looked at each other and saw surprise and doubt in each other's eyes. When they looked up at Buye Hou, their eyes were full of solemnity.

The dust from his butterfly wings could actually evoke the deepest fear in people’s hearts.

The Marquis of Buye lightly tapped his toes and landed on the roof of the bamboo house. His twelve butterfly wings reflected a strange cold light.

He lowered his head and looked down at everyone, a sinister smile on his lips. His violent voice seemed to be bewitching, like the whispers of lovers: "Be good... tear her apart."

These four words, with a fishy sweetness, penetrated deep into the souls of those eroded by nightmares.

Ni, or Luo Heng, stared at Fu Ying, murderous intent lingering in his purple eyes.

Bai Cang, Teng, even Mo Yan and Xingkong, were somewhat out of control. They all transformed into beasts, carrying murderous intent, and attacked Fu Ying's throat and heart from different angles.

The bewitching words of the Marquis of Buye aroused the deepest pain in their hearts, and intertwined with the hallucinogenic effect of the butterfly wing dust, made everyone's inner demons materialize into the same killing target.

——Support the pillars.

What a scheming green tea guy.

Fu Ying laughed in anger, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

She shook her wrist, and the frost whip emitted a biting cold light in the air. However, before the whip wind had subsided, the dormant insects around her began to stir again, cooperating with Luo Heng and others, leaving her unable to free her hands for a while.

Poisonous insects were everywhere like a thorn in the flesh, and Luo Heng and others used killing moves one after another.

In order to protect Tuanzi, Fu Ying was forced to retract his whip, and the whip created an ice barrier in front of him.

Suddenly, a fishy wind blew up behind me!

The scarlet python transformed by Mo Yan opened its bloody mouth, its cold fangs dripping with poisonous saliva, and it wanted to bite Fu Ying's neck. It was so ferocious that it seemed as if it would bite through her throat even if they died together.

The fishy wind lifted Fuying's hair, revealing a hint of snow-white hair on the back of her neck.

When the python's fangs were only half an inch away from the skin, it paused.

A nimble snow leopard pounced over, its teeth as sharp as blades, biting Mo Yan hard.

The snow leopard's sharp fangs pierced through the giant python's scales, and poisonous blood spurted out!

Mo Yan was in extreme pain and furious, and the python's tail lashed back on the snow leopard's back like a steel whip!

With a crisp sound of crackling, the snow leopard's fur instantly turned bloody!

Blood foamed from his mouth, but he seemed to feel no pain. An almost stubborn ferocity surged in his gray-brown beast pupils. He threw the python's head to the ground, creating a huge crack!

The snow leopard loosened its bloody fangs and leaped in front of Fu Ying like lightning.

His front paws dug deep into the ground, and his back was stretched into a sharp arc.

Faced with the murderous intentions of Bai Cang, Teng, Xingkong and others, he did not retreat at all. A low growl rolled out of his throat, but his tail carefully pushed Fu Ying to a safe area.

The Marquis of Buye lightly descended from the eaves.

He leaned forward slightly, examining the snow leopard with interest. Suddenly, he tilted his head and smiled, the butterfly pattern on his cheek looking incredibly strange. "How could you possibly be unaffected by my butterfly wing dust?"

"Qinglan, ah Qinglan, I really underestimated you."

Fu Ying also stared at Qinglan who was standing in front of him. His beast form was elegant and agile. Although not as huge as Bai Cang's, he was like an insurmountable barrier, protecting her firmly.

Fu Ying looked at Qinglan's tense back and suddenly understood why he was able to break free from Buyehou's control.

Qinglan is a man with a sense of alienation, coldness and loneliness in his bones. All the obstacles in the world are nothing but passing clouds to him, just like at the beginning, he was the only one who could see through her disguise as "Huahua".

Even if the Marquis of Buye has magic to bewitch everyone, it is all in vain in front of his delicate heart.

"Qinglan, you..." The Marquis of Buye's eyes flickered slightly, with a strange light in them.

Before he finished speaking, Fu Ying suddenly raised his eyes, his glare like a sharp blade: "Shut up!"

The air suddenly stagnated, the smile on Buyehou's lips froze, and his colorful glass-like pupils darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was poisonous dust swirling in his eyes.

Buyehou sneered: "You seem unable to see the situation clearly."

Fu Ying pretended not to hear and didn't even glance at him, just staring at Qinglan's tense spine.

She suddenly reached out and gently pinched the tip of his snow-white ear, which was stained with butterfly wing scale powder. "Qinglan, I'm giving you a task now. Can you do it?"

Wherever Fu Ying's fingertips passed, the bewitching scales and powder dissipated.

Qinglan's sharp claws scraped the ground, making a harsh sound. The tips of his ears twitched, and his pair of gray-brown animal eyes, which were always clear and bright, reflected Fuying's face, which turned scarlet. He nodded heavily.

"Hold the ball and stand aside."

The moment she finished speaking, Qinglan's body shook and turned into a human form. He knelt on one knee, and blood flowed from his lips. He raised his hand to wipe it away, frowning: "Then you..."

Fu Ying suddenly raised his hand, and pressed his slender fingers against Qinglan's blood-stained lips. The elixir rolled into his mouth, instantly relieving his injuries.

She stuffed Tuanzi into his arms and stared at him quietly: "I believe you can take good care of Tuanzi."

Qinglan's whole body trembled, his pupils contracted violently, and he finally squeezed out a sound from between his teeth: "Okay."

Buyehou's sneer was heard at the right moment: "What a touching entrustment."

He scoffed lightly, his colorful eyes filled with coldness: "What a pity, you... all have to die!"

Fu Ying turned around and looked at the Hou of Buye who seemed to be sitting on the Diaoyutai, then glanced at Bai Cang and Teng who had red eyes and were completely irrational. The murderous intent in their eyes seemed to have solidified into substance.

"Heh..." Fu Ying raised her red lips, but there was no smile in her eyes.

Her fingertips gently brushed the loose hair on her temples, leaving it hanging down. She walked closer to the Marquis of Buye, step by step. The ground beneath her feet was like a spider web, cracking and opening. "Marquis of Buye, have you had enough fun?"

"You are my beastly husband. It is really unpleasant to act so recklessly."

"Today, I will teach you what it means to... be the wife's leader!"

The last three words turned into a clear and cold shout, and in an instant, thunder from the sky came down in an extremely shocking manner!