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Chapter 111 Yingying, step back

A hint of surprise flashed in Fu Ying's eyes, then she smiled and said, "Of course."

As for the problem of Ni and Luoheng, we have sorted out the clues for now, but we can't solve it. It's better to keep it in mind and observe it carefully, and study it at any time. Perhaps we still have to start with Luoheng.

"When are you leaving?" Ni tilted her head slightly, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyelids.

"Wait until you're healed." Fu Ying's gaze swept over his body, riddled with wounds, new and old, like cracks on a flower petal. She pursed her lips and turned to cook.

Looking back at her retreating figure, his purple eyes shimmered slightly.

At night, a torrential downpour began.

Ni suddenly opened her eyes and met Fu Ying's cold gaze.

"Blood." His purple eyes gleamed with a chilling light.

"Something's happened at Black Crocodile Swamp."

The swamp was shrouded in rain at night, and the stench and fishy smell became even stronger.

"It's too quiet." Fu Ying looked at the deathly silent Black Crocodile Swamp with a calm gaze.

Ni's purple eyes gleamed with an eerie light as he looked down at the swamp. He slightly raised his fingertips, and vines shot out from all directions, as if they were alive, burrowing into the depths of the swamp.

In a short while, thick bubbles rose up, and a chilling "glug" sound echoed from the swamp.

Suddenly, the entire Black Crocodile Swamp began to tremble violently.

One by one, the gnawed corpses were dragged out of the swamp by vines. Countless swarms of insects were devouring these remains, their mouthparts cracking the bones with each bite, producing a soft, gnawing sound.

The faint "click" sounds blended together, standing out clearly in the deathly silent swamp.

Fu Ying frowned as he looked at the bizarre insects.

She grabbed Ni's wrist with her other hand and leaped up.

Suddenly, the buzzing of the insect swarm's wings filled the air!

Dozens of vines rose from the ground, intertwining at Ni's fingertips to form an impenetrable barrier, protecting Fuying tightly behind her.

"laugh--"

With a soft sound, the venom overflowing from the swarm's mouthparts brushed against the back of his hand, his skin melting like wax, his bare bones exposed to the damp air, yet Ni didn't even flinch.

Fu Ying pulled Ni Luo back to the front of the bamboo house. Without saying a word, she took his hand and looked at the blood seeping from the white bone on the back of his slender hand, which was corroded by the venom. She frowned and took out some medicine powder and sprinkled it carefully on the wound.

When the powder came into contact with flesh, it stung like needles.

His knuckles tensed unconsciously, turning white, yet he remained silent.

His gaze fell on her tense profile, and he said softly, "I didn't..."

"How did I teach you?" Fu Ying rebuked coldly, her eyes flashing with a icy light.

Her Adam's apple bobbed slightly, she lowered her eyes and stood quietly, obediently remaining silent.

As night fell, the rustling of insects began to rise. Their sheer number, like a tidal wave, quickly filled the area in front of the bamboo house, making it dark and oppressive, almost suffocating.

Tens of thousands of compound eyes stared at the two of them, making their hair stand on end.

Fu Ying's eyelashes didn't even tremble; he was focused on the hideous wound on the back of Ni's hand, his fingertips moving very lightly, as if afraid of hurting him.

Ni Ye ignored everything around him, lowering his eyes to quietly look at her focused profile.

"So, you weren't entirely ruthless towards your beastly husband after all."

The voice was like a thin, cold line of ice, carrying a kind of suppressed, chilling violence.

As the footsteps drew closer, the dense swarm of insects retreated like a tide, rustling and making way for their king.

Fu Ying gently tied a bow around the wound on Ni's face with her fingertips.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at the figure in the shadows. The rain was like a veil, and she could see nothing clearly.

Only one pair of eyes seemed to pierce through the mist, meeting Fuying's gaze.

Those were eyes that shimmered with a magnificent luster, as if a shattered rainbow had been imprisoned within them.

Fu Ying gazed at her quietly for a moment, then said softly, "The Marquis of Nevernight."

"Tch." A disdainful snort rang out, and the swarm of insects suddenly became restless.

With a slight shift in his body, a cluster of golden flames suddenly leaped from Fuying's fingertips.

The flames were only a few inches long, but in the instant they ignited, they evaporated the rain into mist and tore the darkness and shadows to shreds, making the area in front of the bamboo house as bright as day!

Ten steps away, a tall figure stood silently in the rain.

His lean body was wrapped in jet-black animal hide, which outlined his beautiful muscle lines. His long, ink-black hair trailed on the ground and intertwined with the eerie, colorful butterfly patterns on his cheeks, adding to his wildness.

The most captivating feature is undoubtedly those rainbow-colored eyes that shimmer with seven hues.

Fu Ying stared at the figure of the Undying Marquis, feeling somewhat emotional. Every time she saw these male protagonists appear one after another, she wanted to drag the original owner out and whip her. How could she bear to ruin these top-notch men?
These are all beauties she has let down.

However, the image of the Nightless Marquis is very different from that of the man who was enslaved by the oasis tribe.

Her golden hair had turned jet black, perhaps due to her rebirth, and even her pupils were now tinged with the colors of the world, making her even more alluring than before.

Fu Ying tilted her head slightly, the flames swirling at her fingertips, reflecting light in her narrow eyes.

She curled her lips into a half-smile and said, "You've come to kill me?"

The Marquis of Nevernight took a few steps forward and slowly approached Fuying.

The swarm of insects arrived, their mouthparts opening and closing with a crackling sound that sent chills down one's spine.

"Kill you?" The Marquis of Nevernight suddenly chuckled.

He stared at Fuying, his irises swirling with a strange, iridescent light: "Isn't this... a bargain for you?"

Each word seemed to be crushed between his teeth, wrapped in hatred. The butterfly pattern on the cheek of the Undying Marquis seemed to open and close slightly with his emotional fluctuations, shimmering with phosphorescence.

At this moment, he grabbed the wrist of the person holding the pillar from behind, protecting them behind him.

His purple eyes, filled with a deathly coldness, met the gaze of the Undying Marquis without yielding an inch.

The gaze of the Undying Marquis lingered on the nine-star pattern on his forehead, the light in his pupils pausing slightly.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the butterfly pattern on his cheek, then suddenly chuckled: "How interesting. It hasn't been long, and someone who, like me, suffered so much humiliation in the oasis tribe has actually reached the Nine-Star Extreme Realm."

"Luo Heng... the way you protected her reminds me of..."

"You were locked deep in a cave, tightly bound by vines, covered in blood, pleading with her."

As the Lord of Nevernight gently lifted his fingertip, the swarm of insects suddenly boiled over, surging as if it were sentient.

Tens of thousands of venomous insects clung to each other, recombine, and gradually coalesced into a lifelike scene.

In the dark and gloomy cave, a naked, pale boy huddled in a corner. His broken star patterns flickered and faded away with his painful gasps.

"Do you remember?" The voice of the Unnight Marquis was filled with a pleasant laugh, and his seven-colored pupils became even more radiant.

Fuying frowned. Another madman had arrived.

She felt she could open a mental hospital just to lock them up!

His gaze swept over the boy's figure amidst the swarm of insects, his purple eyes remaining completely unmoved.

"Yingying, step back."

His voice was soft, yet it instantly stirred the tangled swarm of insects.

(End of this chapter)