Who are you spending the night with tonight?
Although they are all her men, their situations are different. If she really has to choose, she will inevitably be caught between a rock and a hard place.
She promised Teng that she would give birth to cubs for him when she returned.
But given the current situation, the dangerous Marquis of Buye is obviously a more sought-after prey. The opportunity is fleeting. If we miss it, it will be difficult to find the next chance to attack.
There are also Qinglan, Ni, and Bai Cang... none of them are easy to deal with.
Although Bai Cang and I have already given birth to cubs, men, like women, need to be coaxed.
She knew this well, so she wouldn't treat anyone unfairly. She wanted to be fair and impartial, giving every beastly husband a home equally, so that they could complete their mission happily and retire peacefully.
Qinglan roasted the meat until it sizzled and was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
Soon, the meat skewers were served on the bamboo table, with the golden and crispy skin still shining with an attractive oily luster.
Fu Ying led a few people to sit around a table under the eaves of the bamboo house. As dusk deepened, the heavy rain brought a gust of wind.
Marquis Buye stood with his arms folded, staring coldly at the few people, his colorful eyes filled with an even colder look than usual.
Fu Ying raised the corners of her eyes slightly, and her gaze, half smiling, wandered over him.
The jawline of Buyehou suddenly tensed, his Adam's apple rolled almost imperceptibly, and he finally took a deep breath and sat down next to Qinglan. Among the few people, he was the only one who did not make people feel dangerous.
Fu Ying's eyes flickered as he turned to look at Teng who was sitting next to him and gave him a meaningful look: "Today is a good day. We meet again after such a long time. We should celebrate."
Marquis Buye sneered, a look of sarcasm in his eyes.
Fu Ying pretended not to hear and took out a large jar of wine. The amber wine rippled in the large bowl and the aroma of the wine instantly filled the air.
Her fingertips brushed across the wine jar, a sly look in her eyes: "Everyone, try it. This is a wine brewed from spiritual rice. It will help you refine the beast crystals."
As she spoke, her eyes swept across everyone's hearts, where various colored animal crystals seemed to be gleaming with light.
The wine is fragrant and mellow, spreading like mist.
Several males straightened their backs simultaneously, with strange colors flashing in their eyes. The spiritual rice could indeed temper the power of their beast crystals, but this wine also had a hint of flavor that made their beast blood boil.
Teng was pondering Fu Ying's meaningful look when he was suddenly captivated by the pungent aroma of alcohol. His dark green pupils suddenly shrank into lines, and his nostrils flared: "A Ying, this wine..."
Fu Ying raised his head and drank a bowl, then leaned forward and gently pressed his fingertips on Teng's shoulder. His breath was filled with the intoxicating aroma of wine: "Wine is more effective than spiritual rice, and the aftereffect is very strong. Take it easy."
"More powerful than Lingmi?" Teng's knuckles tightened unconsciously, his Adam's apple rolled, and there was a light in his eyes.
He knew how powerful spiritual rice was, and this wine was even stronger than spiritual rice. Just smelling the scent made his beast crystal start to heat up. If he drank more, wouldn't he be able to advance to the Eight-Star Pattern as quickly as possible?
Thinking of this, Teng picked up the big bowl and drank the amber wine in it!
The next moment, the snake let out a muffled groan, and black scales appeared faintly on the side of its neck. Those black scales seemed to have life, and as they opened and closed, fine lightning burst out, violent and dazzling.
Fu Ying frowned and stared, and seeing that Teng was moving quite a bit, a barely perceptible sigh passed across the corner of his lips.
I originally wanted to give him some special treatment and make things easier for him, after all, I had promised him this before. However, looking at the current situation, the first one to die in this drinking party will definitely be Teng.
"Great!" Teng stared at the wine jar, his dark green eyes shining as if they were quenched by fire.
He raised his hand to pour it again, but Fu Ying knocked him on the back of his hand with a chopstick: "Eat something before you drink, otherwise it will be even stronger! You've been busy all day, aren't you hungry? You'll be drunk soon."
"Drunk? What is drunk?" Teng blinked, and his long eyelashes flickered a few times. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but his deep dark green eyes with an exotic charm were actually sparkling with water.
Fu Ying poked his forehead and said, "That's how you feel right now, top-heavy."
"Head-heavy... feet-light? What does it mean to be top-heavy and feet-light?" He tilted his head, and in the mist of alcohol, his sharp features like a knife were inexplicably softened, with a watery and obedient look.
"Idiot!" Buyehou glanced at Teng, and looked down upon his behavior of pretending to be stupid to please the female master. After all, he used to be a man who lived on the edge of a knife, but now he has learned to act cute and please others!
The enchanting butterfly pattern on his cheek shimmered, making his handsome face look extremely strange and charming.
Fu Ying raised her eyes lazily, a hint of amusement flashing across the corners of her eyes: "Why don't you try it too?"
She pushed the drink towards Buyehou and said, "I'd like to see how long you can last compared to Teng, with your pride and your mockery of everyone you see."
"Drink it then." Buyehou sneered, tilted his head back and poured all the wine in the bowl into his throat.
The wine is sweet and mellow, a thousand times better than the nectar offered by the Zerg!
The colorful eyes of Buyehou suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, heat rose in his abdomen, and scorching heat waves rushed along his limbs and bones!
His white fingertips tightly grasped the edge of the bowl, and he was shocked to find that the hidden scars left by the time he broke out of the cocoon in death, the hidden pains that were like thousands of ants gnawing at his bones on the full moon night, were actually healed inch by inch in this warm current!
He stared at Fu Ying in disbelief. The strange butterfly pattern on his cheek slowly moved like a living thing, emitting a strange and dark light on his pale face: "You..."
Fu Ying didn't even glance at him, and pushed the wine to Ni and Qinglan who were still watching: "You should try it too, it's good stuff."
Ni slowly raised his eyes, his purple pupils like a deep pool of stagnant water, and a ripple appeared when his fingertips touched the wine bowl.
He tilted his head back and drank it all, the amber wine flowing out from the corner of his lips, leaving a crystal arc.
The wine soaked his violet curly hair, sticking to his neck and trembling slightly with his Adam's apple. From the angle he was holding, he could just see the wine running across the depression of his collarbone and sinking into his strong chest.
Qinglan was quite obedient. He picked up the wine bowl and brought it to his lips with graceful movements. Even the sound of swallowing was just right and subtle when his Adam's apple rolled. His handsome outline was reflected in the mist of the rain like an ancient painting.
His long eyelashes cast a shadow, which seemed to hide the halo of wine that had not yet dried up, making people's hearts feel hot.
Fuying supported his chin, looked left and right, and sighed in his heart, these beastly husbands are really the best of the best.
Bai Cang gently closed the bamboo door, locking the sound of Tuanzi's even breathing inside the room.
The breeze brought a familiar aroma of wine, which lingered around my nose.
The corners of his long eyes curled up, flushing, and when he turned his head, he met Fu Ying's gaze. She leaned lightly against the bamboo pillar, her beautiful fox eyes slightly raised, and a hint of smile flashed in her eyes.
The two looked at each other, and although they said nothing, it seemed as if they had said everything.
"Come and try it, it's brewed with spiritual rice." Fu Ying waved at him.
Bai Cang walked forward and took a seat. His narrow eyes swept over the drunken appearance of everyone at the table. A faint light flashed in his eyes. He picked up the wine bowl and took a sip, slightly surprised: "It's quite mellow."
After saying that, Bai Cang picked up the wine jar and filled it for the others. The wine rippled across the surface of the water. "Drink more. Ah Ying prepared this specially for you. Don't let her down."
She glanced sideways, thinking, foxes are indeed the best at intrigue.
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