Kill them, okay?
Black Alligator Swamp.
Fu Ying didn't know that several men had gone crazy and started to form a team to find her.
She was leaning against the bed, her slender legs hanging on his knees. He was half-kneeling on the ground, his slender fingers carefully wiping the swamp mud off her snow-white skin.
"What does it mean that the Zerg are coming out in droves?"
Ni raised his eyes to look at Fu Ying, his purple pupils filled with darkness: "You don't know about the Zerg?"
"I know the Zerg..." Fu Ying frowned slightly. "They are the only race in the Orc Continent without star patterns, yet they are extremely lethal. However, they have always been dormant in the dark valley at the junction of the North Mountain and the Triangle Sea, rarely coming out."
Ni slowly stood up, his slender fingertips moving along the line of her thigh, slowly and dangerously.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "The Zerg are bloodthirsty and feed on the flesh of the world. The rainy season is when they are most restless, but normally they don't stray far from the Dark Valley."
At this, he chuckled and casually ran his fingertips across her lower abdomen.
"This time... it's a little different. Maybe it's because the rainy season came too early, or maybe the mountain torrents destroyed their nests..." There was some interest on his androgynous face.
"Or perhaps, there is something more tempting that lured them out."
As she spoke, a dark light flickered in her purple pupils, and her gaze seemed to have substance as it traced Fu Ying's enchanting eyebrows and eyes. Who would have thought that such a beautiful female could be such a cruel and ruthless person?
"What are you talking about?" Fu Ying's eyes suddenly turned cold and he grabbed Ni's wrist.
"Are you angry?" The long eyelashes cast two shadows under the eyes, and the interest in the purple pupils faded, and turned into cold and dead silence.
He let Fu Ying hold his wrist and leaned forward slightly, allowing their breaths to mingle.
His thin, crimson lips forced a smile. "Come to think of it, your Zerg beast husband's death at your hands wasn't exactly dignified."
As he spoke, Ni lowered his voice, carrying a bewitching malice: "Madam, as far as I know, he is a descendant of the Zerg king. What do you think... if he breaks free from his cocoon and is reborn, will he come to collect his debt?"
Fu Ying's pupils shrank slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched. "Zerg? You mean...Bu Ye Hou?"
She really didn't know that there were Zerg among the original owner's beast husband!
Among the original owner's seven beast husbands, the one most likely to be a Zerg is the last one.
The Marquis of Nevernight has no star pattern, no tribe, and cannot even transform into a beast form. He is worse than a female and is an insignificant existence in the tribe. He is ordered around and bullied by the beastmen.
He always kept his eyelashes drooped, silent like a shadow, as if even the pain was numb.
The original owner naturally looked down on the Marquis of Buye. In her eyes, he was just a waste who could neither hunt nor awaken his talents. In the orc tribe where the strong preyed on the weak, he was so humble that he was not even as good as dust.
But they still made a covenant.
In a humid and hot rainy season, the air is sticky and suffocating.
The original owner's estrus period came so fiercely and suddenly that it burned her eyes and made her dizzy.
At that time, Buyehou was kneeling in the shadow of the cave, silently wiping the dusty stone slabs for her.
He lowered his head, his pale neck bent into a fragile arc. He didn't have the strength to hunt for animal skins, so he could only use rough leaves to cover his body, and his bony bones were vaguely visible.
Drops of water from the rainy season dripped down the mountain wall and along his golden forehead.
He looked like a homeless stray dog drenched by the rain.
This time, it was Marquis Buye who took the initiative to form the contract.
He knew very well that by forming a pact, he might be able to use the identity of "Fuying", the daughter of the tribal chief, to change his current situation where he was being trampled upon by others. Even if that didn't happen, he could still have a full meal.
But he never expected that by making a pact, he would push himself into a situation where he was sure to die.
As soon as the original owner's estrus period was over, he killed the Marquis of Buye.
The bone knife pierced the throat of Buye Hou, and blood splattered on her cheek, warm, fishy and sweet, as hot as her panting during their lovemaking.
This was also the only one among the seven beastly husbands whose life was ended by her own hands.
When Buyehou was on the verge of death, he was not afraid but laughed instead.
The corpse was casually thrown into the stream by "Fuying", scaring away a group of swimming fish.
In the plot, the Marquis of Buye did come back later, which shows that the Zerg are full of vitality. Just as Ni said, they were reborn after breaking out of the cocoon. Although his temperament is not the most rebellious, his murderous intent should be stronger than that of the Teng.
Because she suddenly remembered that those females in the tribe who often bullied him disappeared quietly later. Is this really just a coincidence?
"Is the female master thinking about the Zerg?" A low and hoarse voice interrupted Fu Ying's thoughts.
She turned her head and bumped into his enchanting purple eyes, and there seemed to be a little light floating in the depths of his pupils.
"Why do you know so much?" Fu Ying narrowed his eyes.
A sub-personality that knows more than her God's perspective.
"The lady wants to pry into my secrets?"
Ni's fingertips slid across Fuying's back, and a cold voice rang out in her ears: "As plant beastmen born and raised in nature, our perception is the most acute. Every root system is my eye."
Fu Ying frowned. "Are you saying that Luo Heng already knew that Buyehou was a Zerg?"
Ni smiled slightly, his fingertips entwining a strand of her hair: "He is really looking forward to it..."
"Looking forward to seeing the tribe's proudest female being parasitized by the Zerg."
"It's a pity, he's still a waste."
"It was right for the female master to kill him."
As Ni finished speaking, Fu Ying's red lips formed a sharp line.
There was a cold glint in her eyes. It was indeed worthy of being the SSS-level mission that was at the top of the list of the Book Transmigration Administration. These so-called beastly husbands were really crazier than each other. None of them were normal!
Her so-called plot and God's perspective are limited to the original owner's memory.
In the archives of the Book Transmigration Administration, this mission was always marked with a scarlet "Unconquered" mark, and there was very little usable information. Only when she was actually in it did she discover that many invisible things were growing wildly in the shadows, sweeping towards her with bared fangs and claws.
Ni looked at Fu Ying who had fallen into silence, a faint light flashed in his purple eyes.
He leaned forward, his red lips covering Fu Ying's, their breaths entwined, and as they rubbed against each other, he whispered seductively, "Madam, kill them, okay?"
There was a hint of blood in his laughter at the end of his voice, and a calm possessiveness surged in his purple eyes.
Fu Ying pushed Ni away, wiped the scarlet from her lips, and said lightly: "I want to go back."
The rampant Zerg will make the already difficult rainy season even worse. Teng and Bai Cang are still waiting for her to return.
Ni is a complete lunatic. Instead of staying here and wasting time, he might as well go back and think about how to solve the problem of the symbiosis of dual personality.
The mission is blocked and we need to change the route.
"Go back?" Ni tilted his head, staring at Fu Ying with purple pupils, a sickly glint in his eyes. A smile lingered in his low, hoarse voice: "Will the female leader choose them?"
His curly purple hair hung down, and a faint fragrance lingered around him.
A chill, deathly silence, and gloom swept over him. His deep purple pupils seemed to hold the world's greatest malice: "What about me? Do I deserve to be left here to rot?"
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