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Chapter 100 Will You Like Me?

Fu Ying gently stroked Luo Heng's face with her fingertips: "Are you Luo Heng?"

At her waist and abdomen, the serrated edges gnawed at the patterns, but she didn't move.

“I am Ni.” He looked up and met Fu Ying’s eyes, his deep purple eyes filled with a sense of death.

A moment later, he ran his fingertips over the gruesome wound on Fuying's waist, leaving a trail of sticky blood, and suddenly laughed.

"This time it won't be wrong..."

His forehead pressed against Fuying's, their rich floral scents mingling with the pungent smell of blood as they breathed together, and even his voice, which sounded like that of a demon from hell, had a hint of tenderness.

"I am your beast husband."

Fu Ying's face was pale, her eyelashes brushing against his eyes, and she murmured, "Rebellion..."

Even the name has been changed; it seems they're not the same person anymore.

Hearing the murmurs escaping her lips, he pressed his crimson lips against hers, tracing the corner of her mouth, his voice low and husky, almost trembling: "My...mistress, why are you only arriving now?"

"You've kept me waiting... my bones are aching..."

The next moment, Fuying was picked up horizontally and carried backwards into the depths of the swamp.

The rotten, foul-smelling swamp rippled with blood-red waves, as if paving the way for evil spirits.

Fuying leaned quietly on his shoulder, letting the fragrance, blood, and stench mingle and fill her lungs.

She gently traced the red fox markings on the side of his neck with her fingertips, the touch extremely cold.

The timid and cowardly one-star beastman has become a madman at the nine-star extreme realm.

He didn't recognize her, as if he had forgotten that tragic past.

What is going on here?
After carrying the bougainvillea away and disappearing into the depths of the swamp, rustling sounds came from the treetops.

Two gray-haired monkeys parted the leaves, quietly letting out a sigh of relief. Then, a scream rang out, startling Lingnan. He heard his younger brother's tearful voice: "Prey..."

Lingnan was also a little heartbroken, but still comforted him, "Alright, it's good enough that you survived from the High Priest's clutches. Forget about prey. With these two five-star patterned beast cores, that's enough."

The young orc thought about it and realized it made sense.

He muttered to himself, "Lingnan, you said, the witch and the high priest... who are they?"

Lingnan slapped him on the head and said sternly, "Is this something we can control?"

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After crossing the swamp and emerging from the last clump of reeds, a bright and open view suddenly appeared before me.

Fu Ying looked at the scene before her with some surprise, as if she had stepped into a paradise.

The ground was covered with moonflowers swaying gently in the wind, but their buds were closed, like sleeping silver bells, and no fragrance was released.

Deep within the sea of ​​flowers stands a small bamboo house.

This is the first bamboo house that Fuying has seen since arriving on the Beastman Continent. It is a perfect example of natural construction, with every joint exuding the rhythm of natural growth, something that cannot be achieved by human hands.

But then I thought, reverse energy can manipulate plants.

He stepped straight into the bamboo house, placed Fuying on the bamboo bed covered with snow-white animal hide, and watched as the blood seeping from her waist wound stained the animal hide, forming clusters of blood flowers. His crimson lips curved into an even gentler smile.

His long, deep purple hair cascaded down, brushing against her snow-white neck.

As the animal hide slid off, a slender body covered with eight thin muscles was exposed before Fu Ying's eyes. Beneath the pale skin lay a strong, muscular physique, and her blood meandered along her V-line.

It was only then that Fuying realized what he was trying to do.

She blinked. Good things come so quickly?

He leaned in, his thin lips brushing against her trembling eyelids, his delicate kisses landing on her cheeks and neck.

The scorching heat lingered on her carotid artery, his tongue brushing over it and gently licking it. Fu Ying could clearly feel the chilling coldness of his sharp teeth as they grazed her skin.

When his kiss finally landed below her collarbone, the entire bamboo house was filled with a sweet fragrance.

The pain in her waist wound was so intense it was numb, yet it was intertwined with the sensation of his lips and teeth roaming over her, sending shivers down her spine.

Pain and pleasure intertwined wildly in her nerve endings, throwing Fuying's thoughts into chaos. She tilted her slender neck back, and a sob escaped her throat, sounding like honey, sending shivers down one's spine. In the instant that Ni completely took over, Fuying's blood-stained fingertips suddenly tightened around his deep purple curls.

"Shall we have a baby that will bloom?" she asked, her face pale, but her voice was sweet and tender at the end.

His deep purple pupils were half-covered by long eyelashes. Even though the two were now closely intertwined, his skin still had a jade-like coldness, and his eyes were filled with a deep stillness, like the deepest night.

He suddenly pinched the wound on her waist, looking down at her with his eyes lowered: "Cub?"

He smiled gently, but his eyes were cold: "What a pity..."

“I can’t give birth to any living creature that cries.” He gripped Fuying’s trembling waist and suddenly turned her over.

Fu Ying was forced to straddle, the pain in her waist causing her brows to furrow slightly. Her purple pupils reflected her pained expression, her fingertips almost digging into the flesh of her waist, her voice a breathy whisper with a hint of amusement: "Does it hurt?"

Blood dripped down the bamboo bed, and the smell of blood grew stronger.

Fu Ying looked down at Ni's lifeless pupils, then suddenly smiled.

A vibrant hue trailed from the corner of her narrow eyes, like a wisp of red silk, alluring yet dangerous.

Warm blood spurted out, blooming with an even more vibrant crimson, like the other shore blooming on the road to the underworld.

She leaned close to his ear, gently blew a breath, and smeared the blood from her fingertip onto his crimson lips: "It doesn't hurt."

Fu Ying admired Ni's face, her voice alluring: "She's truly...beautiful."

The next instant, her icy fingers traced across Ni's neck, leaving a line of blood.

His pupils contracted sharply, and amidst the near-suffocating pain, he caught a glimpse of satisfaction in her eyes.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes, and in his slightly astonished gaze, she dabbed a little blood from his neck.

The reversed blood was crimson with a hint of green, like jade that had been poisoned.

She chuckled softly, slowly smearing blood on her lips. The metallic smell filled the air, and her pale lips were stained with a startling color: "Am I beautiful?"

Ni suddenly laughed, the vibrations in his throat causing fine beads of blood to seep from the bloodline.

His hoarse voice was filled with frenzied pleasure: "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful..."

He suddenly grabbed Fuying's wrist and pressed it against his bleeding wound, staring at her face. His deep purple pupils reflected a twisted obsession: "Look, even my blood is boiling for you."

Blood dripped down his neck, pooling into a pool of bright red blood on his pale collarbone.

Fuying's smile grew even more radiant and alluring, as if she were enjoying this bloody game.

"The way you tremble is truly mesmerizing." Fu Ying, like a master, looked down at Ni, intoxicated by the revelry amidst the intertwining of pain and pleasure.

Their bodies were stained with blood, like a morbid sacrifice.

From dawn to dusk, the torrential rain stopped, the moonlight rose high, and millions of moon-lit flowers bloomed outside the window.

Fuying leaned against the window, her blood-stained fingertips gently touching the blooming moonflowers outside the window frame.

Mottled bloodstains bloomed on her snow-white skin, a mixture of white and scarlet, dotted with bluish-purple marks, like bruises stained by crushed moonlight, a shocking sight.

The night breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, but it couldn't mask the heavy smell of blood and the sticky, sweet stench inside the room.

He lunged forward, pressing her against the bamboo window. He gripped her waist.

The moonlight cast their intertwined shadows, like two vines strangling each other.

Ni's long, slender fingers suddenly gripped Fuying's neck, forcing her to turn her head. His burning lips and tongue, carrying the smell of blood, pressed hard against her lips, with a force so great it seemed he wanted to tear her apart and devour her whole.

The moonlight shone on his androgynous face, highlighting the eerie glow in his deep purple eyes.

He almost violently pried open her teeth, his intertwined tongues carrying an irresistible possessiveness.

"Don't like that good-for-nothing..."

"Do you like me?"

(End of this chapter)