Chapter 100: Like me, okay?
Fu Ying gently stroked Luo Heng's face with his fingertips: "Are you Luo Heng?"
The serrations bit the wedge marks on her waist and abdomen, but she didn't move.
"I am Ni." He raised his eyes and met Fu Ying's eyes, his deep purple eyes full of death.
After a moment, his fingertips brushed across the hideous wound on Fu Ying's waist, leaving a trail of sticky blood, and he suddenly smiled.
"I won't be wrong this time..."
He rested his forehead against Fu Ying's, the rich floral scent and the strong smell of blood entangled in their breaths, and his voice, like that of a devil from hell, revealed a hint of tenderness.
"I am your beast husband."
Fu Ying's face was pale, her eyelashes swept across his eyes, and she murmured, "Ni..."
Even the name has changed. It seems that they are no longer the same soul.
Listening to the whispers escaping from between her lips, he pressed his crimson lips against hers, pressing against the corners of her lips. His voice was so low and hoarse that it was almost trembling: "My... Mistress, why are you here only now?"
"You made me wait so long...my bones are aching..."
The next moment, Fu Ying was picked up sideways and carried towards the depths of the swamp.
The rotten and fetid quagmire burst into blood-red ripples, as if paving the way for evil spirits.
Fu Ying leaned quietly on his shoulder, letting the fragrance, blood, and stench mix and fill her lungs.
Her fingertips gently traced the red fox pattern on the side of his neck, feeling extremely cold.
The once timid one-star beastman has now become a madman at the nine-star level.
Ni didn't recognize her, as if he had no memory of the tragic past.
What exactly happened here?
After Ni carried Fuying away and disappeared into the depths of the swamp, a rustling sound was heard among the treetops.
The two gray-haired monkeys parted the leaves and breathed a sigh of relief. Then, a scream rang out. Lingnan was startled, and then he heard A-di's tearful voice: "Prey..."
Lingnan felt a little heartbroken, but he still said comfortingly: "It's okay, it's good enough that you can survive the hands of the high priest. What's the point of talking about prey or not? These two five-star beast cores are enough."
The young orc thought so and it was true.
He muttered, "Lingnan, you said, the witch lady and the high priest... who are they?"
Lingnan slapped him on the head and said sternly, "Is this something we can control?"
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After crossing the swamp and walking out of the last clump of reeds, the view suddenly opens up.
Fu Ying looked at the scene before him with some surprise, as if he had stepped into the Peach Blossom Spring.
The ground was covered with moonflowers, which swayed gently in the wind. However, their buds were closed, like sleeping silver bells, and no fragrance was released.
Deep in the sea of flowers, stands a small bamboo building.
This is the first real bamboo house Fu Ying saw after arriving in the Orc Continent. It is a natural creation, with every mortise and tenon revealing the rhythm of natural growth, which seems beyond human power.
But on second thought, Reverse can control plants.
Ni walked straight into the bamboo house and placed Fu Ying on the bamboo bed covered with snow-white animal skin. He watched the blood oozing from the wound on her waist, forming pools of blood on the animal skin, and his crimson lips curled up in a more gentle arc.
His long dark purple hair cascaded down, brushing against the side of her snow-white neck.
As the animal skin slid off, the slender body covered with eight thin muscles was exposed in front of Fu Ying. Under the pale skin lurked strong muscles, and her blood was winding on the mermaid line.
Only then did Fu Ying come to his senses and understand what he was going to do.
She blinked. Good things come so quickly?
He leaned forward, his thin lips brushing against her trembling eyelids, and delicate kisses fell on her cheeks and neck.
The scorching breath lingered at her neck artery, and the tip of his tongue passed over and licked it gently. Fu Ying could clearly feel the coldness of his sharp teeth as they scraped across her skin.
When his kiss finally landed just below the collarbone, the entire bamboo house was filled with a sweet fragrance.
The wound on her waist was so painful that it was numb, but it was entangled with the touch of his lips and teeth, setting off a wave of tremors.
Pain and pleasure intertwined wildly at her nerve endings, throwing Fu Ying's mind into chaos. She raised her slender neck, and the sobs that escaped from her throat seemed to be soaked in honey, making people shiver.
At the moment when Ni completely took over, Fu Ying's blood-stained fingertips suddenly tangled his dark purple curly hair.
"Shall we give birth to a cub that can bloom?" Her face was pale, but the ending of her words was sweet and lingering.
His deep purple pupils were half covered by his long eyelashes. Even though the two of them were closely intertwined at this moment, his skin was still as cold as jade, and there was a rich dead silence in his eyes, just like the deepest night.
He suddenly pinched the wound on her waist and looked at her with lowered eyes: "Cub?"
He smiled gently, his eyes cold: "What a pity..."
"I can't give birth to a living thing that can cry." He grabbed Fuying's trembling waist and turned her over suddenly.
Fu Ying was forced to sit astride her. The pain in her waist made her brows furrow slightly. Her purple pupils reflected her painful expression. Her fingertips almost dug into the flesh of her waist. She said with a smile: "Does it hurt?"
Blood dripped down the bamboo bed, and the smell of blood became stronger.
Fu Ying lowered his eyes and looked at Ni's pupils which were full of death, then suddenly curled his lips into a smile.
The corners of her narrow eyes were filled with a bright color, like a strand of red silk, enchanting and dangerous.
The warm blood splattered, blooming with a more brilliant blood color, just like the other side of the Yellow Springs Road.
She leaned over to his ear, blew gently, and smeared the blood from her fingertips on his crimson lips: "It doesn't hurt."
Fu Ying admired Ni's face and said in a charming voice, "It's really... beautiful."
The next moment, her cold fingers brushed across Ni's neck, and a line of blood spread out.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and amidst the almost suffocating pain, he caught the satisfaction in her eyes.
Fu Ying lowered his eyes, and while he looked at her in slight surprise, he dipped some blood from his neck.
The blood was scarlet with a hint of green, like emerald water that had been poisoned.
She chuckled softly and slowly smeared the blood on her lips. The fishy smell filled the air, and her pale lips were stained with a thrilling color. "Am I beautiful?"
Ni suddenly laughed, and the frequency of the vibration in his throat caused the blood line to ooze out fine blood beads.
His hoarse voice was filled with crazy joy: "Beautiful, extremely beautiful..."
He suddenly grabbed Fu Ying's wrist and pressed it against his own wound that was oozing blood. He stared at her face, his deep purple pupils reflecting a twisted obsession: "Look, even my blood is boiling for you."
Drops of blood slid down his neck, forming a pool of bright color on his pale collarbone.
Fu Ying's smile became more and more charming and seductive, as if she was enjoying this bloody game.
"The way you tremble is so fascinating." Fu Ying looked down at Ni like a master, intoxicated in the interweaving of pain and pleasure, and indulged in this carnival.
Their blood stained each other's bodies, like a morbid sacrifice.
From early morning to dusk, the rainstorm stopped, the moonlight rose high, and thousands of flowers outside the window bloomed under the moonlight.
Fuying leaned against the window, and his blood-stained fingertips gently touched the moonflowers blooming outside the window frame.
Her snow-white skin was covered with mottled bloodstains, a mixture of white and scarlet, dotted with blue and purple marks, like crushed moonlight stained with blood, shocking to the eye.
The night wind brought in the fragrance of flowers, but it could not cover up the strong smell of blood and sticky sweetness in the house.
Ni Meng approached her fiercely and pushed her against the bamboo window. He pinched her waist.
The moonlight cast the entangled figures like two vines strangling each other.
Ni's slender fingers suddenly clasped Fu Ying's neck, forcing her to turn around. His hot lips and tongue, with a bloody smell, crushed her lips fiercely, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to tear her apart and swallow her whole.
The moonlight shone on his androgynous face, making his deep purple eyes glow with an enchanting light.
He pried open her teeth almost violently, and his entangled tongue carried an irresistible possessiveness.
"Don't like that jerk..."
"Like me, okay?"
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