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Chapter 103 The female protagonist has already given birth.
Fu Ying turned to look at Ni, but their eyes met in mid-air.

Ni's face was expressionless, indifferent as if he had heard something unimportant.

His purple eyes were fixed on her, a thick, cold, and lifeless aura swirling within them, yet when he spoke, his tone was soft, almost coaxing: "Want to go take a look?"

"Okay." Fu Ying smiled slightly and slowly stood up.

She also wanted to see what the so-called Black Crocodile Tribe was hiding, how much shady stuff it was, and how Ni played the role of "High Priest" within it. Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory.

On the bed, his casual remark was like a sharp blade, piercing through the surface.

This made her suddenly realize that the man in front of her had a soul that was probably even crazier than she had imagined.

The blanket slipped from her waist, revealing her jade-like skin. With each breath, her snow-white breasts rose and fell slightly, tracing a breathtaking curve.

He tilted his head slightly, a dark undercurrent surging in his purple eyes.

He suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips brushing across—

He chuckled softly, his voice almost eerily gentle: "The female master has already given birth, why does she need more?"

He gradually increased the pressure of his fingers, a dark possessiveness surging in his eyes.

Fu Ying looked up at him, a captivating smile playing on her lips: "A child born to someone else is not the same as a child born to you."

His scarlet tongue licked over it, and as his Adam's apple bobbed, a hint of laughter escaped his lips, but his voice was low and hoarse, like that of a demon from hell: "Then help me."

Fu Ying reached out and hooked Ni's chin: "You want me, so you want to use me as a knife to kill Luo Heng?"

A smile escaped his throat as he looked up at her, the nine-star pattern on his forehead gleaming brilliantly, his purple eyes seemingly shimmering with starlight: "Compared to him, you like me more, don't you?"

Fu Ying's expression turned cold, and she withdrew her hand.

The case is solved. All that talk about living and dying for her was just a ploy.

Sure enough, even the darker side of his dual personality, who kept saying he liked her, was just trying to get rid of Luo Heng so he could have this body all to himself. It really suited his crazy personality.

She never expected that she, the hunter who was in control of the whole situation, would be treated as prey by him.

He turned his head and bit her fingertip as she tried to pull away, the heat lingering between his lips and teeth, a seductive curve forming at the corner of his lips: "Why are you so cold? You weren't like this just now."

"Snapped--"

A crisp slap suddenly cut through the air, turning Ni's face to one side. His messy purple hair fell down, half-covering the crimson handprint on his cheek, which, though faintly visible, only added to his disheveled and flamboyant appearance.

Fu Ying calmly got up and dressed, her fingertips slowly gathering the front of her shirt to cover the alluring glimpse of spring. Her smile didn't reach her eyes: "The people of the Black Crocodile Tribe are getting impatient."

Compared to Ni, she prefers Luoheng.

In the story, the real male protagonist is Luo Heng, and the second personality, Ni, never appears.

She wasn't sure if helping Ni, this suddenly awakened second personality, kill Luo Heng would cause her physical body to collapse. If the mission objective were to vanish into thin air, what would become of her mission?
Ni slowly lifted her eyelids, her long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath her eyes.

His long eyelashes partially covered his lowered eyes, and deep within his purple pupils lay a chillingly calm madness.

He rose as Fuying moved, his long, dark robe cascading down to cover his slender frame. He hooked his fingertip in hers, brought it to his lips, and gently blew on it, his voice so tender it was heart-wrenching: "Does it hurt?"

Fu Ying abruptly withdrew her hand. She raised her eyes and stared into the eerie purple pupils before her, saying calmly, "Are you sure you can survive if you kill Luo Heng?"

If it were a reverse energy transformation, then treating him as Luo Heng might actually yield a satisfactory mission result. After all, it's the same body.

His long, slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and a strange shadow hung in his eyes. He blinked gently, then suddenly smiled with a gentle yet cruel smile, his voice rising at the end: "I don't know."

He was met with another sharp slap.

Ni's arms tightly encircled Fuying's waist, leading her out of the bamboo house.

In the torrential rain, an orc from the Black Crocodile tribe knelt on the ground, his scaled body shivering in the downpour. Hearing the voice, he seemed relieved and hurriedly said, "High Priest, the tribe..."

"Go take a look." Ni's voice was devoid of any emotion.

The black crocodile orc trembled and nodded hastily.

When a pair of slender, fair legs came into view while he was crawling, his Adam's apple bobbed noticeably.

However, his survival instinct made him immediately lower his head, not daring to look any longer, and turn to flee as if he were afraid to stay in this place any longer.

The moment he left the bamboo house, vines burst forth from the mud, twisting and entwining in his palm, instantly forming an umbrella. The umbrella surface emanated a pale purple fluorescence, keeping out the torrential rain.

He released his grip on her waist, a seductive smile curving his lips: "Want to come up?"

As he spoke, he bent down slightly, half-kneeling on the ground. The thin, dark robe outlined the well-defined lines of his back, and his curly purple hair shone with an eerie light, like an invitation from a fairy.

Fu Ying glanced at the muddy puddles, then pressed herself against Ni's back without hesitation, her fair arms naturally encircling his neck.

He noticed the soft warmth pressed against him and subtly tightened his arms, holding her knees.

He stood up, the vine umbrella tilting silently in the downpour, steadily sheltering Fuying's head.

Holding umbrellas against each other and leaning against each other, they strolled leisurely, their intertwined figures casting tender reflections in the murky puddles, exuding extreme intimacy.

We walked through the reeds swaying violently in the downpour and stepped onto the swamp.

As Fuying lay on Ni's back, rows of jet-black crocodiles appeared in his field of vision.

They floated in the swamp, letting the torrential rain pound against them.

When they saw the reverse, those enormous creatures twisted their bodies one by one, and the rolling of their scales produced a chilling sound of bones breaking. In an instant, these black crocodile orcs transformed into human form and knelt in the muddy swamp.

The young man at the head of the group was robust and exceptionally tall.

He wore a crocodile skin around his lower body, his muscular arms were crossed in front of his chest, he bowed deeply, and his voice, tinged with a damp coldness, respectfully called out, "High Priest."

However, when he looked up and saw Fuying, he froze, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He had never seen a female like this in the Black Crocodile Swamp; she was so beautiful, as if she were coated with light, that she was completely out of place in this filthy and stinking place.

He lifted his eyelids slightly, revealing a cold, lifeless glint in his deep purple pupils: "You don't want your eyes anymore?"

The young orc felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, cold sweat instantly seeping out from the back of his neck.

Fu Ying lightly tapped Ni's shoulder with her fingertips, then turned her gaze to the kneeling orc: "Tell me, what kind of plague is it? Has the source been found?"

(End of this chapter)