Isn’t this more exciting?
The Marquis of Buye frowned and said in disgust, "Get out!"
However, before he could finish his words, he and Fu Ying fell rapidly from the huge tree. As the world spun around, he subconsciously grabbed her waist with his backhand. Her long black hair flew up as she fell into his arms like a ball of burning fire.
His abilities were now restricted and he couldn't transform, but he didn't feel afraid.
The Marquis of Buye lowered his eyes and fell on Fu Ying, with a dark look in his eyes.
Her brows were filled with crimson, the corners of her eyes burning red. She hugged him tightly, her nails almost digging into his back. This lingering gesture seemed to overlap with that bloody rainy season...
But at this moment, the sweet scent on her body and the heat spraying on his neck felt very unfamiliar.
It was an unfamiliar temperature that made him shudder.
He wanted to push the person away, but it was difficult to exert force in mid-air.
Fu Ying noticed Buyehou's struggle and suddenly loosened his arms. The night wind whistled between the two of them.
The night wind blew her long black hair everywhere, and the red gauze fluttered in the wind.
Hou Buye looked at him coldly, and suddenly felt his body lighten, and the power that restrained him dissipated.
The enchanting butterfly pattern on the cheek of Buyehou flickered, and he suddenly spun in the air, his black hair flying, and instantly switched places with Fu Ying. He stared at her, and suddenly let go of her hand, allowing her to fall under the giant tree.
His colorful eyes were filled with poisonous joy: "It's time for you to taste the feeling of being abandoned."
She is a witch and won’t fall to death, but he just doesn’t want to hug her and doesn’t want to see her proud!
Fu Ying's eyes were slightly raised, and a captivating smile appeared on her red lips as she parted them. It seemed as if she had known that he would have this skill, so she was not at all flustered, her eyes moving and shining.
At this moment, the melodious singing of birds suddenly rang out around the giant tree.
A huge colorful snipe with its tail feathers fluttering passed by the side of Buyehou and flew straight towards Fu Ying. Its feathers were shining like flowing clouds. In an instant, Fu Ying landed lightly on the back of the colorful snipe orc.
"You've come just in time." Fu Ying gently stroked the green feathers on the back of the young man with the painted snipe, her voice charming.
The Marquis of Buye looked at the tense back of the Colorful Snipe Orc, and his eyes were suddenly filled with viciousness.
This nosy bastard!
The next moment, he swooped down, and the twelve gorgeous butterfly wings on his back suddenly spread out, and the glittering scales drew a brilliant starry river in the night sky!
He grabbed Fu Ying's waist with such force that it almost broke it.
Fu Ying's long hair was blown away by the wind, and the black hair was entangled with his butterfly wings.
Buyehou's expression was grim, and his cold voice carried a hint of danger: "You'd better wake up!"
Fu Ying laughed so hard that her body shook. Her fingertips gently stroked his violently heaving chest. Her uncontrollable heartbeat was beneath her palm, indicating that no matter how deep the hatred was, it could not hide the possessiveness in her bones. That was the male instinct.
Marquis Buye carried Fu Ying in his arms and walked through the wind, soon getting away from the Caiyu tribe.
He noticed the slight tremor of the person in his arms. When he lowered his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the happy smile on her face. His glass-like eyes suddenly darkened, and he asked coldly with his teeth: "What are you laughing at?!"
Fu Ying curled up in his arms, straightened her messy hair, and smiled even more happily: "Guess?"
The cold light in Buyehou's eyes grew increasingly ferocious. He suddenly pushed her out of his arms, but his five fingers were still clasping her wrist.
"Don't think I'll help you just because you saved me." A cold sneer rolled out of his throat. "If you hadn't used witchcraft to restrain my power, how could I have fallen to the point of being bullied by these bastards?"
The word "bullying" almost burst out from between his teeth.
The memory of the Oasis Tribe is the past he least wants to think about since he was reborn!
Those "bullies" are bloody scars, like poisonous insects gnawing at the heart.
Fu Ying's eyes were rippling, and the red gauze fluttered in the wind, brushing against Buyehou's tight waist and abdomen. As the sweet and greasy fragrance from her body became more and more intense, it aroused a shuddering numbness.
"Then go ahead." Fu Ying smiled brightly, her beautiful eyes tinged with spring light, her lingering passion making people's heart flutter: "There are people waiting for me over there."
After she finished speaking, she raised her eyes lazily and looked towards the sky.
The young man from the Painted Snipe tribe was still circling high in the sky, his colorful wings flashing with light, and he stubbornly refused to leave.
As if noticing her gaze, the young man from the Painted Snipe tribe suddenly let out a high-pitched cry.
Veins bulged from Buyehou's knuckles, nearly crushing her wrist bones. He spoke each word with a fierce anger, as if every word was laced with the scent of blood: "Like, new, dislike, old!"
Fu Ying glanced at him sideways, shook her head, and a smile appeared at the corners of her crimson eyes: "Females in estrus will die. If I die, can you live?"
She ran her fingertips across the back of his veined hand in an ambiguous manner and said seductively, "If you don't want to leave, then just watch from the side and wait until I'm done."
After saying that, Fu Ying really began to break free from his shackles.
She slid her wrist across his palm, not with much force, but with a hint of ambiguity, wanting to both refuse and accept.
A dark light surged in Buyehou's eyes. He raised his hand and clasped her waist, which was so thin that it could be grasped with one hand. With his other hand, he slapped her round and perky buttocks with a sense of punishment: "Don't move!"
He leaned over to look at her, and the lingering sound turned violent: "You are right, if you die, I can't live either."
His original purpose was not to kill Fu Ying, but to imprison him in the abyss forever.
"Then... can you help me?" Fu Ying raised the last line of her voice with temptation. Without waiting for Buye Hou to answer, her slender fingers had deftly opened his collar, slid into his hot chest, and drew circles ambiguously.
Veins bulged on Buyehou's forehead. He suddenly grabbed her wrist, her rebellious wrist, his voice filled with dangerous chill: "Do you think now is the right time?"
Fu Ying blinked, the corners of her eyes flushed red like blood. "Are you afraid of being seen by that painted snipe?"
She smiled softly and moved closer to him: "Isn't this more exciting?"
As she spoke, her rosy lips brushed against his tense jawline, leaving a scorching kiss on his rolling Adam's apple. Her palm rested on his heart: "Look, your heart is about to burst out."
The prince's blood vessels were throbbing, and he looked at Fu Ying as if he was looking at a monster.
"Didn't you hate me the most in the past?" Thinking of the past, there was ice in Buyehou's colorful eyes, but his fingertips uncontrollably caressed her slender waist.
Fu Ying's eyes curved slightly, and she whispered in his ear: "Didn't you also say that that was in the past, let's start over from now on?"
Buyehou frowned and was about to speak when he felt a sudden pain on his lips. Fu Ying had bitten the corner of his lips, and the sweet and fishy smell of blood invaded his lips.
His breathing was heavy and messy, and his palm against her back was hot and scorching.
The dazzling butterfly wings suddenly stretched out, and fell from mid-air into the tree canopy, pressing her whole body into the red gauze.
As their breaths tangled, their panting and scales flickered together.
At this moment, all thoughts were thrown out of my mind.
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