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Chapter 110 I want to... protect you
Fu Ying noticed that Ni's body was still tense and he did not let go.

She leaned gently against his back, a soft melody escaping her lips.

Her gentle melody echoed in the bamboo house, making even the darkness seem less intense.

Ni found that her breathing was unconsciously matching her rhythm, and her tense body gradually relaxed.

As the melody faded, Fuying loosened her arms around Ni, took his wrist, and turned to walk towards the bamboo bed. Her voice carried a hint of weariness from the dissipation of her spiritual energy: "It's getting late, time to sleep."

She roughly understood the pattern of the reversal and the appearance of the moonlight.

Ni is like a shadow crawling out of a rotten abyss, swallowing all the pain that Luo Heng has rejected on its own.

The main personality of this body is still Luo Heng, the soul that belongs to the light.

Two people, one living in the light, the other dying in the shadows.

Lying on the bamboo bed, leaning against the pillar, feeling drowsy, I suddenly heard a hoarse voice comment: "It sounds awful."

"Is it unpleasant to listen to?" Fu Ying murmured as if in a dream.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he was about to make a sarcastic remark when he heard her even, long breaths.

His purple eyes gazed silently at her, this alluring yet dangerous female, who was now sleeping soundly before him, completely unguarded, her long eyelashes casting soft shadows beneath her eyelids, serene and natural.

Even knowing his thoughts, would she dare to fall asleep so obliviously?

His slender fingertips gently traced her throat; with just a little force, this fragile body would die, and he would be free.

A dark mist filled her inverted purple eyes, and her fingers trembled as they closed and opened.

Finally, he closed his eyes, his hand falling to his sides, gently stroking her cloud-like hair.

Suddenly, the clouds were blown away by the wind, and moonlight slanted in through the cracks in the window.

For a moment, Ni's expression was blank; then, a frail soul took over the body.

If Fu Ying were awake, she would find that the person lying beside her had a gentle yet clear gaze, showing no signs of madness, and his eyes were fixed on her face.

The moonlight outlined his spring-like eyebrows and eyes, and the nine-star pattern on his forehead was already broken.

He exuded an aura as pure as moonlight.

Fallen rhizome.

His purple eyes were clear as water, his gaze slowly tracing the vermilion mark between Fuying's brows.

Luo Heng's voice was eerily calm: "If you can't do it, I'll help you."

He wasn't the only one who wanted to be free.

When her fingertips were only three inches from Fuying's heart, Luoheng's arm suddenly froze.

His face was contorted, and in the moonlight, the veins on his skin bulged, like countless vines growing wildly in his veins.

“…Heh.” Luo Heng forced a laugh through gritted teeth: “You’ve softened your heart?”

As soon as he finished speaking, his trembling hand suddenly changed direction, and his five fingers plunged fiercely into his own chest.

Blood splattered everywhere, and a subtle fragrance filled the air.

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As the first rays of dawn shone into the bamboo house, Fuying opened his eyes.

The air was thick with the stench of blood. When she turned her head, there was no one beside her, only a pool of half-dried blood, its surface tinged with an eerie green.

"inverse?"

Fuying frowned and called out.

She was exhausted from exhausting her spiritual energy last night, so she put up a protective barrier around herself and fell asleep. Therefore, when Ni Zhen attacked her, he was backfired by the barrier.

Fuying got up and left the bamboo house. After wandering around for a long time, she still couldn't find Ni, so she had no choice but to head to the Black Crocodile Swamp.

Before we even got close, we heard a piercing noise.

"What high priest? He's nothing but a monster who cheats people out of beast crystals!"

"Kill him! Kill him! Now's the time to steal his beast crystal!"

"Yes! He's badly injured and has no chance to fight back! Kill him! This is the beast crystal of a nine-star patterned beastman—"

"..." Fu Ying's pupils contracted, and he pushed aside the reeds.

In the stench of the swamp, Ni's body was already mired in the mud. A dozen or so Black Crocodile tribe orcs pierced his limbs with steel forks, and greenish blood seeped out.

His purple eyes were unfocused, yet showed no sign of pain; he simply smiled.

A cold glint flashed in Fu Ying's eyes. He conjured a frost-covered whip in his hand and slashed down from the air. A whip shadow, carrying a strong wind, fiercely struck the orc of the Black Crocodile Tribe: "Get lost!"

The black crocodile beastmen screamed as they were all thrown away, their steel forks falling into the swamp.

Without the support of the steel fork, the reversed body suddenly sank, and the putrid swamp instantly sank up to its neck.

With a light touch of her toes, Fu Ying stepped over the reeds and gracefully darted towards Ni. A surge of spiritual energy erupted from her palm, transforming into a shimmering white ribbon that wrapped around Ni's waist, pulling him out of the swamp.

"What's wrong with you now?!" Fu Ying gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Ni.

He was covered in mud, and the stench masked his subtle fragrance.

As if oblivious to her anger, his mud-stained fingertips gripped her hem uncontrollably, a faint, cold emotion surging in his purple eyes: "My heart aches for you."

Fu Ying was taken aback, her gaze falling on his heart.

There, on his mud-covered chest, were five gruesome claw marks, deeply embedded in his flesh, through which one could even see his beating heart.

“You…” Fu Ying’s fingertips trembled slightly; this was not the power of the restriction’s backlash.

He touched her face with his blood-stained hand, his voice hoarse and barely audible: "I...want to protect you."

Fuying raised her eyes and looked into his eyes.

Deep within those always cold and lifeless purple eyes, a sliver of light seemed to have cracked open.

Like a tender sprout breaking through the soil on a desolate wasteland, delicate and fragile, almost laughable, yet stubbornly piercing through the filth and darkness that confines it.

At this moment, even though Fu Ying had come for a mission, she couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted for his stubbornness.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes, concealing her turbulent emotions.

Without saying a word, she took out the elixir and poured it into his heart.

Ni's body suddenly froze, and his heart gradually became active under the influence of spiritual energy.

"In any situation, protect yourself first."

Fu Ying held his hand, her fingertips forming a hand seal. Spiritual energy flowed over him like a clear spring, and the foul-smelling mud clinging to Ni's body quickly shed away like a tide, revealing pale and clean skin.

Fu Ying's narrow eyes swept around, and the black crocodile beastmen were intimidated by her gaze and dared not step forward.

She stopped looking at them and held onto Ni's waist tightly.

"Hold tight."

She lightly touched the ground with her toes and rose into the air.

The purple pupils reflected the pattering rain, and the wind whispered in my ears.

The scent of fuying was so close, and the wind blew through their hair, causing it to curl together.

His long eyelashes fluttered very lightly and slowly, and as if possessed, he reached out and gently touched her cheek. With her there, it seemed as if even the stench of the swamp had disappeared.

So, light has a temperature.

Back in the bamboo house, Fuying carefully treated Ni's wounds.

She stared at the dried bloodstains on the bamboo bed and pondered, "Was it Luo Heng who did it?"

With his eyes lowered, his voice was low, hoarse, and calm: "I've already said it, they all want to kill you."

Fu Ying's lips twitched slightly, about to speak, when Ni had already looked up at her.

His androgynous face was deathly pale, and his deep purple pupils were like two stagnant pools, reflecting no light whatsoever: "You said... you would take me with you..."

The Adam's apple bobbed, and the sound seemed to drift from a great distance.

Does it still count?

(End of this chapter)