The beast god is so angry that he will show his spirit
Fu Ying's whole body stiffened.
She suddenly realized an absurd fact.
Ever since he met Ni, his every thought was to let her kill Luo Heng and occupy this body alone. However, this paranoid and crazy orc lost the motivation to live the moment he lost her, and gave everything to the soul he hated the most.
At the tribal trade conference, she actually saw the madness in Ni Zi's eyes shattering into pieces.
What is left behind in the end is not hatred, but extreme love, which is the fulfillment that cannot be expressed in words.
He knew what she wanted better than anyone else.
So, he personally gave his life to her goal and fulfilled it in the most cruel way.
Fu Ying put the egg back into the space and held Luo Heng's hand.
His whole body was stiff, and a hint of resistance and rejection flashed in his eyes, but he did not pull his hand back in the end.
Fu Ying pulled him up and put a black cloak on him to block out the bright moonlight. Under the shadow, Luo Heng's tense shoulders finally relaxed slightly.
Fu Ying's long eyelashes trembled slightly. Although her expression was calm, her fingertips were pale and cold, revealing a hint of pain.
She gently closed her five fingers and grasped his wrist, as if to hold on to the last trace of warmth that belonged to Ni. After a long while, she said, "Go back. There will always be a way. I will find him back."
The words were spoken softly, and I couldn't tell whether they were meant for Luo Heng or for myself.
Luo Heng looked at Fu Ying seriously, and said in a low voice with a certain relief: "You really are not that person."
The night wind lifted the edge of the cloak, bringing a chill to Luo Heng. The female who once took pleasure in abusing him and left him with endless shamelessness was completely different from the female in front of him. They were different.
"She's dead, isn't she?"
Fu Ying was slightly startled, and when he looked up, he saw Luo Heng smiling gently, as if she had finally escaped from a long nightmare.
When he was floating in this body, he was always in a daze. Occasionally, when he was clear-headed, he would watch how she coaxed Ni and how the two of them were whispering to each other. Ni's purple eyes were filled with an obsession that made him hate, and also made him feel even colder disgust.
Until he seized a fleeting opportunity in the hustle and bustle of the tribal trade meeting, when the sharp bone knife pierced her heart, he no longer thought about living. If he killed Fu Ying, he would be free.
But he didn't expect that Ni would love a female so much.
Wasn't he taking advantage of it at first, wanting the inner demon "Fu Ying" to kill him?
He is obviously a cold-blooded, brutal and emotionless "monster", but he can actually love someone?
Luo Heng suddenly remembered the scene he had glimpsed in a chaotic moment.
It was not about rubbing ears and entanglement, but he carefully held the sleeping female in his arms. His drooping purple pupils were no longer cold and dead, but concealed a deep affection that he could not understand.
So at the moment when Ni gave up everything and left everything to him, he suddenly asked himself, was I really wrong?
But it was still him who suffered persecution and left behind painful memories!
Why should Ni's crazy affection become a great love, while his pain should be easily erased?
He couldn't forgive her, let alone spend every day with her. He wanted to be free. Was that wrong?
He was not wrong, but at the last moment, when he chose to abandon himself, he lost his position of hatred.
What's even more ridiculous is that she is no longer herself. He killed his other self with a bone knife.
Luo Heng closed her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you weren't her."
Fu Ying looked up at him, without responding, but just pulled him towards Danyue.
Danyue came forward immediately, his long azure hair glistening like flowing water in the moonlight. His eyes were gentle, and he reached out to pull Fuying's clothes. When he looked at Luoheng, his expression was cold, but he still nodded at him.
Luo Heng silently accepted this distant courtesy.
He remembered the male whose tail scales had been scraped off. He was not familiar with Fu Ying's several partners, but they all shared the same suffering. However, now, she has pieced together their broken pieces one by one.
"Go back."
*
Back to the Black Crocodile Swamp, the rainy season is over, the Black Crocodile Orcs have migrated, and there is silence all around.
Fu Ying took Danyue and Luoheng through the swamp and came to the bamboo house.
The moonflowers all around had withered, leaving only a patch of scorched yellow. Luo Heng looked at it and lowered her head.
"Bai Cang?" Fu Ying frowned as he didn't hear any movement. He pushed open the doors of the bamboo houses one by one. They were all neatly arranged, but no one was inside. And from the fine dust on the table, it could be seen that they had been away for some time.
Fu Ying rubbed his eyebrows. It seemed that even after sending the message, they were still worried and went out to look for her again.
Tan Yue frowned and asked, "They left again?"
Fu Ying gently stroked the indenture pattern and nodded: "It looks like it is, but it doesn't matter."
She sent out another message bird.
"Okay, it's getting late, let's rest first." Fu Ying pulled Dan Yue to find a bamboo house at random.
As for Luo Heng, she didn't need to worry about where he lived, because Ni's bamboo house was now empty.
"Is this... where Qinglan lives?" Tanyue asked softly as soon as she entered the door.
"Is there a smell?" Fu Ying was a little surprised. She knew that animals had very useful noses, but Qinglan had been gone for a few days and the remaining smell should have almost dissipated. How could Danyue smell it?
Tan Yue shook her head. "It's not the smell. My sensitivity is much lower on the shore. It's the bone bell on the eaves."
Fu Ying looked out the window and saw the bone bells hanging under the bamboo eaves making soft giggles.
She couldn't help but smile. Among the beast husbands, only Qinglan was so elegant as to decorate himself with some bone ornaments.
Fu Ying cleaned the room and replaced the bedding with fresh ones. She pulled Dan Yue to lie down, placed his hand on her abdomen, and then asked in a low voice, "Back in the Oasis Tribe, were you and Qing Lan close?"
Speaking of which, one of them is cold and aloof, the other is gentle, one likes nice sounds, the other is born with a good singing voice, and both of them are pure in their bones.
The only difference is that one was snatched back under the coercion of "Fuying".
One was trapped in the trap carefully crafted by "Fuying" and was deceived into accepting the love words one by one.
All equally stupid.
When mentioning the "Oasis Tribe", Tan Yue looked dazed for a moment.
He quickly reacted and said softly, "It can be said... that I can say a few words."
Having said this, Tan Yue paused and said hesitantly: "What you said to Luo Heng..."
Although he didn't deliberately listen to their conversation, the evening breeze still blew sporadic chatter into his ears.
In an instant, all his doubts turned into a key, unlocking all the chains of confusion in his heart.
He always felt that Fu Ying had changed a lot. It turned out that it was not that she had changed, but that she had never been herself.
"Yes, it's the truth." Fu Ying nodded and admitted it generously.
The Book Transmigration Administration does not prohibit the tasker from revealing his identity. As long as the situation does not get worse and the task is completed perfectly, they do not restrict any words used.
The only thing we need to worry about are these male protagonists who have been tortured to madness by fate.
They are immersed in devastating hatred. Even if the truth is told, will they believe it?
Won't.
Fu Ying's experience is filled with blood and tears.
They will treat the truth as a sophistry, a malicious provocation.
Fu Ying put her arms around Danyue's tense waist, and her long eyelashes gently brushed across his shoulder.
Her voice was tinged with sarcasm. "If I were still the evil female 'Fuying', the Beast God would probably be so angry that he would manifest his spirit, right? Even if he were foolish and ignorant, he wouldn't allow someone like 'Fuying' to become a witch, right?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
