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Chapter 102 Female Master, Can You Help Me?

Fuying leaned on Ni's shoulder, her voice as soft as a feather: "You've always remembered me."

“No, we’ve never met.” He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, his alluring, curly purple hair cascading over her shoulders. His low, husky voice seemed to be laced with poison: “You only exist in that good-for-nothing’s fear.”

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched Fuying's chin, seducing her, "Stay by my side."

Fu Ying smiled as she met his cold, lifeless eyes, her red lips slightly parted: "I want the cubs."

Looking into her cold, indifferent eyes, he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer: "Aren't you happy with me? What's so good about a little thing that can cry, make a fuss, and breathe?"

"You want a cub? I'll make one for you, hmm?" His voice carried a sweet yet dangerous undertone.

In an instant, a strange, emerald-green light bloomed from Ni's fingertips.

Vines grew wildly on the bamboo floor, and in their entanglement, they coalesced into the outline of an infant.

The "baby" woven from vines swayed and suddenly opened a pair of eyes without pupils.

Ni gently beckoned, and the little green creature happily crawled over and affectionately snuggled up to Ni's feet.

He bent down and picked up the "cub," teasing it with his pale, slender fingers. The "cub" grinned and laughed, but there was no laughter, only the dense, serrated teeth in its mouth, spreading and extending in layers.

Fuying watched quietly, not even her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Ni stared at the wriggling "cub" in his arms, his fingertips tracing its menacing serrated teeth, and he chuckled softly:
"Look how well-behaved it is! It doesn't cry, it doesn't make a fuss, and it won't die."

He raised his eyes, looked at Fuying, tilted his head slightly, his long eyelashes fluttered gently, and smiled on his androgynous face, a smile so gentle it was heart-stopping.

"Let it be our cub...and stay with us forever, okay?"

As he spoke, he reached out and lifted the vine cub in front of her, a hint of expectation appearing in his cold purple eyes.

Fu Ying lowered his eyelids, staring expressionlessly at the small creature that was constantly writhing in Zai Ni's palm.

"laugh--"

A cluster of golden-red flames shot from her fingertips, instantly burning the "cub" with its menacing serrated edges to ashes. A gust of wind swept by, leaving the ground covered in dust.

Fu Ying looked up and met Ni Siji's lifeless eyes, her red lips curving slightly: "Really ugly."

The corners of her eyes turned slightly upwards, forming an eerie curve.

He gazed at the balustrade, a dark glint in his purple eyes, as if admiring a beloved, sullen collectible. His low, husky voice was filled with indulgence: "If you don't like it, we can make another one."

With a casual flick of his pale, slender fingers, the vines began to writhe eerily once more.

"My lady, I can have a million offspring until you are satisfied."

Fuying pulled his hand over and gently wiped the dust from his palm with a handkerchief.

Without the support of the reversed star pattern power, the twisted vines on the ground suddenly stiffened, then withered and disappeared like the receding tide.

Ni is a plant-beastman born from nature, and every part of him is exquisitely crafted, as if carved with ink.

His hands were fair and slender, with even the lunulae on his fingernails having a beautiful curve, but they were extremely cold to the touch.

Fu Ying's fingertips brushed across his cold, pale skin as she draped a dark robe over him.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha. In the instant his clothes fell down, his upright figure was like a pine or bamboo, his androgynous face was full of spring, and his curly purple hair was scattered behind him, flowing with an eerie luster.

He tilted his head slightly, his purple eyes casting a faint glance at Fuying: "How did you become a witch?"

"And how did you become the High Priest?" Fu Ying pulled Ni to the table.

"Try it." She ladled out a bowl of spirit rice and gently pushed it in front of Ni. The translucent white grains, still carrying the lingering fragrance of herbs and plants, complemented the rich aroma emanating from Ni. Ni only ate moonlight and not grains, but spirit rice was different.

He lowered his eyes and stared intently, his pale fingertips brushing the rim of the bowl without touching the chopsticks. A wisp of pale purple light emanated from his fingertips, flowing into the bowl along his slender knuckles and instantly forming a hazy mist.

These mists surged into his limbs and bones, and the nine-star pattern on his forehead suddenly lit up, shimmering with golden light.

Fu Ying looked at the faintly flowing spiritual energy beneath his pale skin.

As expected of plants that share the same origin, the Spirit Rice is even more effective for a plant-beastman like Ni.

In a moment, he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and a flush spread across the corners of his eyes. The crimson color spread along his cheeks, like a moonflower soaked in morning dew, and even the pale blue veins on the side of his neck were stained red.

Fuying paused, suddenly remembering that the increase in spirit rice wasn't just in the orcs' star-pattern power...

He went against the grain, unrestrained and unwilling to compromise himself; the long robe he had just put on floated back down to the bamboo bed.

As he leaned closer, his long, curly purple hair brushed against Fuying's collarbone, releasing a subtle fragrance.

Fuying kept her eyes half-closed, letting him do as he pleased, taking it as a little indulgence from the owner to her pet.

After all, Ni's appearance was truly pleasing to the eye, and the vines entwined around the bed and his almost perverse demands seemed to be the icing on the cake.

It's a bit of a pity that it can't transform into human form, can't reproduce, and can't complete its mission.

Fuying was momentarily lost in thought, then suddenly felt a tightening in her jaw.

His long, slender fingers forced her to tilt her head back, his fingertips lingering intimately on her red lips, his low, husky voice carrying a dangerous, sticky tone: "Mistress, focus, don't think about anyone else."

A broken voice escaped from Fuying's throat: "Thinking of you."

I'm wondering how someone with a dual personality could complete the mission.

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes swirling with unspoken emotions.

He suddenly lowered his head and bit the snow-white neck in front of him, blood gushing out, the overlapping figures swaying in a terrifying way.

“I became the high priest of the Black Crocodile tribe because they asked me to.”

"There are no rules of the Beast God here, only slaughter."

"My lady, can you help me... swallow that piece of trash?"

He leaned down against the light, his thin, blood-stained lips pressed against her ear, his low, husky voice carrying a sweet poison.

Fu Ying suddenly snapped out of her daze, staring blankly at the darkness in the inverted purple eyes.

The lingering fragrance of their two-day intimacy still filled the room.

Fuying lay prone on the bamboo bed, her black hair disheveled and tangled with Ni's purple hair.

Her snow-white skin was covered with mottled bloodstains, making her stunningly beautiful.

He leaned against the balustrade, his long, slender fingers gently twirling her hair, his expression one of contentment.

During this period, Luo Heng did not appear.

It wasn't until the Black Crocodile tribe arrived at Ni's residence, their voices filled with panic, that they cried out, "High Priest, something has happened in the tribe!"

He raised his eyes, his gaze filled with coldness, his voice still low and hoarse with lingering lust: "Speak."

The person outside the bamboo hut was drenched in cold sweat, his voice trembling: "Someone in the tribe has died, it seems to be from a plague! A plague, High Priest! Please, save the Black Crocodile tribe!"

(End of this chapter)