The orc estrus season is coming
"What kind of magic potion did you feed them? It made those idiots completely forget the dirty things you did!" Buyehou lay on the ground with his back facing up. Although his breathing was heavy, his voice still had a piercing edge.
Fu Ying stood up, picked up the towel used to wipe Qinglan's long hair, and wiped his fingers one by one.
She lowered her eyes and chuckled softly. With a flick of her wrist, the towel was thrown onto Buyehou's face. She curved her lips and said, "Want to know? Don't worry... Make me a bowl of magic potion, and I'll feed it to you myself."
Buyehou took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
The bamboo house suddenly fell into a dead silence. Just when he thought that the night would pass peacefully, her voice, full of charm, floated down lightly, with a hint of nonchalantness: "I almost forgot one thing."
Before Buyehou could open his eyes, a fluorescent light suddenly flashed across and penetrated into his forehead.
In an instant, the coldness ran wildly through the blood in the body, and the muscles and bones became stiff.
He couldn't transform!
Marquis Buye suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracted, and a dark light of rage surged in his colorful eyes.
He gritted his teeth and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Fuying!"
The sound almost shook the bamboo beams. Veins popped out on his forehead, and his black hair, soaked with cold sweat, stuck to his pale skin. He looked like a trapped animal in chains. "What did you do to me?!"
"Don't make noise." Fu Ying was lying on the bamboo bed, his voice lazy.
Tuanzi beside her was also sleeping soundly, and it seemed that no matter how loud the noise was, he could not wake up.
Marquis Buye stared at Fu Ying's slender back, with anger surging in his eyes, but he didn't say anything in the end.
I don't know how long it took, but the only sounds left in the bamboo house were the even breathing of Fuying and Tuanzi, which intertwined with the heavy rain outside, forming a quiet scene.
The Marquis of Buye suddenly raised his eyelids, and his thin lips opened and closed silently, making some strange and subtle syllables.
The sound was very light, but it sounded like some strange spell.
Unfortunately, there was no other movement in the bamboo house for a long time.
The pupils of Buyehou shrank, the veins on his forehead throbbed fiercely, and his teeth were clenched so hard that a bloody smell oozed out.
He didn't believe it and summoned it again, but the Zerg seemed to be silent, and not even the slightest sound of flapping wings could be heard.
Not only was he unable to transform, he couldn't even summon the Zerg to charge!
If Fu Ying saw this scene, he would probably sneer, "The Binding Curse is specially designed to deal with stubborn people like you."
She had long expected that Marquis Buye would do this.
The Zerg are small in size and are the easiest to hide. Coupled with the mind-deceiving power of the Marquis of Nevernight's butterfly wing dust, how could she give him another chance to use his old tricks?
Restraining his abilities is the safest option.
Now, the Marquis of Buye is like a ferocious beast with its fangs pulled out, full of anger but nowhere to vent it.
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When the sky was just beginning to brighten, Ni finally returned, stepping on the morning dew.
He stood quietly in front of the bamboo bed, looking at Fuying who was sleeping with Tuanzi in her arms. There was a dim light in his purple eyes. In a moment, he pulled the animal skin with his fingertips and carefully covered her.
When he turned around and looked at the Marquis of Buye lying on the ground, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
He grabbed Buyehou's neck and threw him out of the bamboo house like dragging a corpse.
"Bang--"
The Marquis of Buye fell heavily into the muddy puddle, and dirty water splashed onto his pale face.
He suddenly choked on a mouthful of dirty water, with dirty water stains still dripping from his chin, but he forced a sinister smile and looked up at Ni who was standing on the steps with cold eyes.
Just as Buyehou was about to speak, he suddenly heard the clanging sound of bells in the heavy rain.
He frowned and looked in the direction of the sound. When he saw the scene around him, he was rarely stunned.
Overnight, three lush bamboo houses sprang up from the ground like new bamboo shoots after rain. They looked identical, but were all extremely cramped and narrow, forming a triangle that surrounded the bamboo house in front of them.
Bai Cang was half-kneeling on the sloping roof, his silver hair taking on a cool luster in the heavy rain. His slender fingers flew as he patched up the gaps in the roof one by one, ensuring that not a drop of rainwater would leak out.
A giant black-scaled python swam in the rainstorm, its tail wrapped around Hsinchu, constantly moving back and forth between the bamboo forest and here.
Qinglan was half-crouching under the bamboo eaves, with her eyelashes lowered, and her white and clean fingers were pinching the bamboo strips, fitting them tightly into the frame of the bamboo house. Every fit was very precise.
The raindrops slid down his eyelashes, but he didn't care and was extremely focused.
The pupils of Buyehou suddenly shrank, and an unbelievable sneer escaped from his throat.
If he was in the oasis tribe, he would never have imagined such an absurd scene.
But now, the brooding fox, the irritable and cold black python, and the cold and lonely snow leopard are building bamboo houses in the mud in the pouring rain. Ha, it's really crazy!
In the rain, the outline of the bamboo house gradually became clearer.
"You have to go too."
The low and hoarse voice carried a sense of calm death, and was extremely cold.
"Me? You want me to build a bamboo house?" The wild brows of the Buyehou were tinged with sarcasm, and he sneered repeatedly. He wanted him to go crazy like these three idiots? He was dreaming!
"Not going? Is it your turn to say no here?" Tengjuan swam back with Xinzhu, its black scales shining with cold light. Hearing the disdainful words of Buyehou, a hint of coldness flashed in its dark green vertical pupils.
As soon as the last note fell, the snake's tail swept across with Hsinchu!
Before Buyehou could react, he was blown away by a brutal force and fell into a muddy puddle with a "splash". His long black hair was soaked with dirt and he looked in a miserable state.
Bai Cang leaned on one knee against the eaves, his beautiful face full of coldness, his amber eyes piercing through the rain, glancing at Buye Hou as if he were looking at something dirty. Although he said nothing, his disgust was tangible.
Qinglan never looked up, his eyes only reflecting the veins of the bamboo strips that were gradually taking shape.
Ni didn't say anything, but just watched coldly, the dead silence and coldness in his eyes fell equally on everyone.
Fuying sat in front of the window, cracking melon seeds in his mouth, and the crisp sound of "crackling" was particularly clear.
There was a smile on the corner of her lips, and her eyes were dancing with the brilliance of watching a play. She was in high spirits and had a sense of leisurely comfort.
Although the curtain of a new life has not yet been truly opened, the outline of the camp has quietly taken shape.
Regardless of what will happen in the future, at the moment, it is obvious that the beast husbands are not united.
Because Bai Cang and Teng were the first to meet, they had an invisible tacit understanding.
Qinglan is spotless, just like him. It seems as if all the troubles in the world are just clouds not worth looking at, and nothing can attract his attention.
Ni, on the other hand, would send everyone away regardless of friend or foe. Perhaps if he could seize the opportunity, he would quietly kill those males who were competing with him for the female.
After all, he was a madman who couldn't even tolerate the seal, so how could he tolerate others taking away her gaze?
As for the Marquis of Buye, not only was he isolated and helpless, but he also angered everyone because of what happened last night. He should have the hardest time in the days ahead.
Fu Ying watched the farce with comfort until the hateful gaze of Buyehou came towards him.
She raised her red lips slightly, without even glancing at him, and gently tapped the window frame with her slender fingers. A hint of a smile flashed across her eyes: "You must hurry up and build the bamboo house. After all..."
"The orcs' estrus season is coming."
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