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Chapter 109 And I, fear the moonlight

Fu Ying's narrow eyes curved upwards as she tilted her head to look at him, her gaze shifting. She smiled and said, "Then do you want to come with me? To leave this quagmire."

Ni was startled for a moment, his purple eyes reflecting Fuying's smiling face.

He suddenly chuckled softly: "You're going to take me back?"

He paused, his voice carrying a sinister chill: "Aren't you afraid I'll kill them?"

"Kill him in front of me?" Fu Ying chuckled softly, a hint of brilliance flashing in her eyes.

Their eyes locked, their gazes seemingly filled with ink, unfathomable as they stared at each other.

"Luo Heng is a piece of trash in your eyes, but am I really what you want?"

Fu Ying pressed her fingertips against his chest, her red lips curving into a mocking smile: "Ni, you don't love anyone, you even despise yourself, how ridiculous."

His rebellious purple eyes revealed an undisguised bloodlust that sent chills down one's spine.

Fu Ying didn't care at all. Suddenly, she pinched his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to stare into her eyes.

"Luo Heng gave birth to you in despair, but what about you?"

"To kill him, you even went so far as to engage in a passionate affair with a wicked woman like me. How could you go to such lengths?"

"In my eyes, you and Luo Heng are twin flowers born from the same root. I will not kill him, nor will I kill you. Let me help Luo Heng solve the star pattern problem, and you can coexist, wouldn't that be better?"

Fuying gently stroked his neck with her fingernails: "Why must one of us die?"

The reversed purple pupils flickered in the shadows, like fireflies laced with poison.

Ni scoffed and swatted away Fuying's hand.

For the first time, naked disgust surged in his eerie purple eyes: "He must die."

"Either you help me kill him..."

He stared straight at her, a near-maniacal smile curving his red lips: "Or, I'll kill you too."

Luoheng is the essence of moonlight, as cold and clear as frost.

To outsiders, whenever the silver moon hangs high, he appears as if blessed by the gods, his petals unfurling, each vein flowing with moonlight, as if endowed with divine light by a beast god.

And "he" is nothing more than a shadow that crawled out of the abyss of despair in Luoheng.

Whenever Luo Heng's heart breaks, "he" who is curled up in the darkness will be awakened.

At first, "he" was just a useless person huddled deep in the cracks of rocks, trembling. He had seen all the pain, despair, and filth in the world, and what Luo Heng could not bear, "he" swallowed.

In order to survive, he had no choice but to devour those blood-stained beast crystals.

A moonflower, born to reflect the moon, one day, the moonlight became a weapon to slowly torture "him," each ray of its clear light seemed to burn "his" impure essence, and "he" could no longer reflect the moon.

Therefore, "he" and Luo Heng would take turns controlling this decaying body as day and night alternated.

As the first rays of dawn appear, Luo Heng's consciousness fades away, and "he" will crawl out of the abyss of consciousness and take over the body.

Every inch of his skin was silently screaming in resistance.

And what about Luo Heng? She will never remember the sobs and the bloodshed.

Fortunately, the moon is rarely visible during the rainy season.

The two of them were never twin flowers born from the same root.

They were merely intertwined roots of fate, one end rooted in the bright moonlight, the other mired in the foul swamp.

"He" is the shadow of Luoheng, the festering scar, the dirtiest camouflage.

He wants everyone to die together.

An increasingly rich, dark fragrance emanated from Ni's body, and his long purple hair moved without wind, as if it were alive. But in the instant his killing intent erupted, a slender, fair wrist entered his field of vision.

Warm fingertips gently covered his icy cold hand, bringing a little warmth.

"Let go." Ni's low, hoarse voice sounded like a demon from the deepest hell. After Fu Ying said those words, he clearly didn't want to pretend anymore.

Just then, a ray of moonlight shone through the window, its gentle glow casting dappled shadows on the back of his hand through the gaps between their intertwined fingers. The pain made him tremble all over, almost to the point of spasm.

Her long, lashed eyelashes trembled slightly, her purple eyes fixed on Fuying's hand, and a sickly smile slowly curled at the corners of her lips.

"Since you know I don't love you."

"How dare you touch me?"

His voice carried a mocking cruelty, and his skin was almost transparent in the moonlight, as if he would disintegrate into ashes in the moonlight at any moment.

Fu Ying held his hand tightly, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "I can teach you how..."

Before she could finish speaking, she noticed something was wrong. A sticky liquid was seeping from their palms where they were touching. She frowned and asked, "Ni, what's wrong?"

Fuying looked up and met a pair of gradually unfocused purple eyes.

His skin was cracking open at a visible speed, revealing fine, bloody fissures, which looked extremely horrifying.

He pulled away from the armrest, his tall figure staggering back a few steps, his messy purple curly hair falling across his pale face.

He walked to the half-open bamboo window, and with a loud "whoosh," he pushed it open forcefully.

The downpour outside the window had paused, and the bright moon hung high in the sky, almost blinding.

I tilted my head back and let the moonlight fall on my face.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, the greenish blood foam oozing from his lips and trickling down his pale jaw. He chuckled softly, "How ridiculous, this body... has never been my own."

"He is afraid of you and dares not come out."

"And I fear the moonlight."

Blood and foam spilled from between his parted lips, his voice growing softer and softer: "Fuying, you can never teach a... heartless monster."

Under the moonlight, his tall, slender figure seemed to be rising from a fine mist.

Another timid and weak aura is awakening within this body.

He closed his eyes, his whole body aching to the point of near numbness, waiting to be swallowed up by the moonlight.

—Isn't Luo Heng the one most afraid? Isn't she terrified of facing all of this?

He insisted on tearing open this body and making him face all this bloodshed.

A mocking, pleased curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the smile froze on his lips.

He slowly lowered his eyes, and a pair of slender yet exceptionally strong arms were tightly wrapped around his waist.

The breath coming from behind him was warm, hot and scalding, making his back ache.

He couldn't understand how such a slender and frail body could unleash such a powerful aura.

"Let go." Ni's voice was hoarse and barely audible, but his fingertips twitched uncontrollably.

The burning pain from the moonlight gradually subsided, and the warmth coming from behind him acted as a barrier, keeping all the sharp blades of light out and protecting him.

Fu Ying pressed his forehead against Ni's trembling back, and spiritual energy surged into his body as if it were his life.

Her voice was so soft it sounded like a sigh: "When you're in pain, can you please stop smiling all the time?"

He trembled all over, but did not turn around.

Fu Ying still held him, her spiritual energy slowly seeping into the marks left by the moonlight.

"To love is the most difficult thing to learn in this world."

"Although you are a heartless and emotionless student, I am the teacher who is most proficient in this subject."

Ni's back was stiff as iron. He couldn't understand Fu Ying's words, but he could feel his cracked body being warmed inch by inch by her. The clouds obscured the moonlight, and his heartbeat became somewhat out of control.

(End of this chapter)