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Chapter 113 What is the meaning of upholding the wife's authority?
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were drawn to Ni's face.

The firelight cast flickering shadows on his androgynous face, and a subtle fragrance wafted through the air.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes and gently stroked the sleeping dumpling in her arms. She didn't turn around. Her narrow eyes were full of calm, and even the cinnabar mole on her forehead exuded indifference. It seemed that she didn't care what Ni would choose.

His purple eyes were filled with coldness and deathly stillness, and an unyielding gloom churned in his depths.

He completely ignored the words of the Undying Marquis, his gaze fixed on Fuying, his slender fingers tugging at the hem of her dress.

His fingers, with their distinct knuckles, tightened, the force almost trembling with restraint.

He didn't speak, but his pale fingertips and lowered eyelashes revealed his almost stubborn determination. Clearly, no one was more important to him than Fuying's feelings.

Fu Ying was slightly surprised and turned to look at Ni, thinking that he would join forces with the Lord of Nevernight.

After all, for him, the only way to feel love is through forceful possessiveness.

"Hmph, fool." The Lord of Nightless City sneered, and the eerie colorful butterfly patterns on his face suddenly lit up, their fluorescence flowing and meandering from his cheeks, along the graceful lines of his neck, all the way to his spine.

With a tearing sound, twelve enormous butterfly wings suddenly unfolded from its back.

The butterfly's wingspan reached several meters, as dazzling as a rainbow. Each flake reflected a mesmerizing, illusory light amidst the firelight and torrential rain, making it exquisitely beautiful.

The Nightless Marquis suddenly soared into the air, his twelve pairs of butterfly wings gently unfurling, scattering shimmering fluorescent dust.

Fu Ying frowned suddenly, looked up at the dust falling all around, and gently covered Tuanzi.

The next instant, the fingers gripping her hem convulsed violently, their knuckles turning white.

Pain appeared on his pale face, and the coldness in his purple eyes was suddenly torn apart by fear, causing the nine-star pattern on his forehead to crumble inch by inch.

Not just him.

Bai Cang, who was standing in front of her, groaned and knelt on one knee, clutching his head in extreme pain.

Teng's dark green vertical pupils contracted violently, and its snake tail swept across uncontrollably.

Of the group, only Qinglan was in a better state; his brows were furrowed, and his gray-brown eyes were filled with turbulent emotions.

The scene instantly descended into chaos, as if everyone had been dragged into an abyss of nightmares.

Xingkong and Moyan, who were a little further away, were also pale-faced, but they were still able to stand. They looked at each other and saw surprise and doubt in each other's eyes. When they looked up at Buyehou, their eyes were full of solemnity.

His butterfly dust could evoke the deepest fears in people's hearts.

The Nightless Marquis lightly touched the roof of the bamboo house with his toes, and the twelve butterfly wings reflected an eerie, cold light.

He looked down at the crowd, a sinister smile playing on his lips. His violent voice, seemingly seductive, was like the whispers of lovers: "Be good... tear her apart."

The four words, carrying a bittersweet flavor, seeped into the depths of those souls eroded by nightmares.

Ni, or rather Luo Heng, stared at Fu Ying, her purple eyes filled with murderous intent.

Bai Cang, Teng, and even Mo Yan and Xing Kong were somewhat out of control, transforming into beast forms and attacking Fu Ying's throat and heart from different angles, carrying murderous intent.

The seductive words of the Nightless Marquis stirred up their deepest pain, which, combined with the hallucinogenic effects of the butterfly dust, caused everyone's inner demons to manifest as the same killing target.

—Fuying (扶楹).

What a scheming, manipulative man.

Fu Ying, enraged, laughed, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

With a flick of her wrist, the Frost Whip cleaved through the air with a chilling light. But before the whip could even sweep away the wind, the swarm of insects lurking around them began to stir again, working in concert with Luo Heng and the others, leaving her unable to free her hands for the time being.

The venomous insects swarmed everywhere like a malignant boil, and Luo Heng and his men unleashed a barrage of deadly attacks.

Fuying had to protect Tuanzi, so she was forced to withdraw her long whip, which whipped out a barrier of ice in front of her.

Suddenly, a bloody stench rose up behind us!
The crimson python that Mo Yan had transformed into opened its blood-red maw, its cold fangs dripping venomous saliva, as it tried to bite Fu Ying on the back of her neck. Its ferocity made it seem as if it would rather perish together than let her die than let Fu Ying die.

A gust of wind ruffled Fuying's hair, revealing a patch of snow-white skin on the back of her neck.

The python stopped just half an inch from his skin. A lithe snow leopard pounced, its sharp teeth biting down hard on Mo Yan's vital spot.

The snow leopard's sharp fangs pierced through the giant python's scales, and venomous blood spurted out!

Mo Yan was in extreme pain and rage, and his python tail lashed out like a steel whip across the snow leopard's back!
With a crisp snap, blood instantly seeped through the snow leopard's fur!
He spat out blood and foam, but seemed oblivious to the pain. His gray-brown beastly eyes surged with an almost obstinate ferocity as he slammed the python's head into the ground, creating a huge crack!

The snow leopard released its blood-stained fangs and leaped in front of Fuying like lightning.

Its front paws dug deeply into the ground, its back taut in a sharp arc.

Faced with the killing intent of Bai Cang, Teng, Xingkong and others, he did not back down in the slightest. He let out a low growl, but his tail carefully nudged Fuying towards a safe area.

The Lord of Never Sleeps gracefully descended from the eaves.

He leaned slightly forward, observing the snow leopard with great interest. Seemingly amused, he suddenly tilted his head and smiled, revealing an eerie butterfly pattern on his cheek: "You're actually unaffected by my butterfly dust?"

"Qinglan, I really underestimated you."

Fu Ying also gazed at Qing Lan, who was standing in front of him. His beast form was elegant and agile. Although it was not as large as Bai Cang's, it was like an insurmountable barrier, firmly protecting her.

Looking at Qinglan's tense back, Fuying suddenly understood why he was able to break free from the control of the Nightless Marquis.

Qinglan is a person with a sense of aloofness and coldness in his bones. All the myriad illusions in the world are nothing but fleeting clouds to him, just as he was the only one who could see through her "flowery" disguise at the beginning.

Even though the Lord of the Night possessed illusions that could bewitch all living beings, they were all in vain before his exquisite heart.

“Qinglan, you…” The Marquis of Nevernight’s eyes flickered slightly, his gaze carrying a strange light.

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Ying suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade: "Shut up!"

The air froze instantly, the smile on the lips of the Nightless Marquis froze, and his seven-colored, glassy pupils darkened at a visible speed, as if poisonous dust was churning in his eyes.

The Marquis of Nevernight sneered: "You seem to be unable to see the situation before you."

Fuying ignored him, not even glancing at him, but staring at Qinglan's taut spine.

She suddenly reached out and gently pinched his snow-white earlobe, which was stained with butterfly wing powder. "Qinglan, I'm going to give you a task now. Can you do it?"

Where Fuying's fingertips touched, the alluring scales and powder vanished in a soft rustling sound.

Qinglan's sharp claws scraped the ground with a piercing sound. Its ear tips twitched, and its ever-clear, clean, gray-brown beast eyes reflected Fuying's face, turning crimson. He nodded heavily.

"Hold the dumpling and stand to the side."

The moment her words fell, Qinglan's figure blurred, transforming into human form. He knelt on one knee, blood trickling from his lips. He raised a hand to wipe it away, his brows furrowed: "Then you..."

Fu Ying suddenly raised her hand, her slender fingers pressing against Qing Lan's blood-stained lips. The medicinal medicine rolled into his mouth, instantly relieving his injuries.

She gently placed the baby in his arms and gazed at him quietly: "I believe you can take good care of the baby."

Qinglan shuddered, her pupils contracted sharply, and finally she managed to squeeze out a "Okay" through gritted teeth.

The Marquis of Nevernight's cold laugh rang out at just the right moment: "What a touching entrustment."

He scoffed lightly, his seven-colored eyes filled with icy coldness: "Unfortunately, you... all must die!"

Fu Ying turned around and looked at the seemingly calm and collected Nightless Marquis. Then he glanced at Bai Cang and Teng, whose eyes were bloodshot and who had lost all reason. The killing intent in their eyes seemed to solidify into a tangible form.

“Heh…” Fu Ying’s red lips parted slightly, but there was no hint of a smile in her eyes.

She gently brushed the stray hairs at her temples with her fingertips, her dark hair cascading down. She approached the Lord of Nevernight step by step, the ground beneath her feet cracking like a spiderweb: "Lord of Nevernight, have you had enough fun?"

"You are my beastly husband, and you act so recklessly, it's really not endearing."

"Today, I will teach you what it means to... uphold the authority of one's wife!"

The last three words transformed into a clear, cold shout, and instantly, a barrage of thunderbolts crashed down with an extremely shocking force!

(End of this chapter)