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Chapter 116 So cowardly, yet you dare to kill?
Qinglan stood quietly to one side, her eyelashes casting faint shadows in the firelight.

He watched as Bai Cang almost asserted his ownership by pulling Fu Ying into his arms. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a bitter feeling rose in his throat. He was now standing here, a mere bystander who had to be careful even when getting close.

Amidst the cub's whimpering, Qinglan silently took a half-step back.

Here, he is no different from Mo Yanxingkong; in fact, he is guilty.

Bai Cang gently twirled Fu Ying's hair with his long, slender fingers, then glanced sideways at Mo Yan, whose expression was not pleasant: "A Ying, since we're not going to the Cangshan tribe, then what about us?"

Fu Ying deftly prepared milk powder for Tuanzi and said calmly, "Let's leave it here for now."

The rainy season is not over yet, and torrential rains continue. Since there is no clear place to stay, it is better to stay in the Black Crocodile Swamp for the time being.

A great battle has just taken place here, and the lingering power of the thunder can drive away some wild beasts that dare not look upon it.

In addition, this area is a gray area, not a regular orc territory, which can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble, since there are not many normal people around her.

“And what about him?” Bai Cang lowered his eyes and “gently” rubbed against the waist and abdomen of the Nightless Marquis.

Even in a coma, the Undying Marquis groaned, a line of crimson blood spilling from his lips.

Fu Ying watched coldly, saying nothing.

The imperial harem has its own rules; favoritism is not allowed, and all must be treated equally.

Tonight, Hou Buye crossed the line and offended someone. He deserves to suffer. If Bai Cang and the others don't get their revenge, how will they live under the same roof in the future?
Moreover, she was also harboring a deep-seated anger.

That scoundrel, Lord Nevernight, is ruthless and vicious, completely lacking any moral compass among orcs; he even went after Tuanzi.

He's so unruly and vicious; if he's not taught a lesson, how will he ever learn his lesson?
Fu Ying slowly rose, her gaze sweeping over the starry sky and Mo Yan. With a gentle wave of her hand, several prey were neatly piled on the ground. Her voice was soft: "Hunting is not easy during the rainy season, these are my thanks."

Although they didn't help much and even caused some trouble.

But the fact that they accompanied Bai Cang and the other two through the rain showed their sincerity, and she wasn't ungrateful, so she naturally remembered it.

As Xingkong looked at the fresh prey on the ground, his gaze couldn't help but sweep over the waists of Teng, Bai Cang, and Qinglan. They were made of the same material, but each was engraved with a unique pattern of their own animal form, revealing meticulous craftsmanship.

Little Fantasy World.

Sometimes it really makes you jealous.

"Thank you!"

Xingkong took a deep breath, not wanting to suffer for the sake of saving face. Although their pterosaur clan had a slightly more relaxed rainy season, prey was the foundation of survival, and who would complain about having too much?

He immediately and decisively hoisted his prey onto his shoulder and turned to disappear into the rain.

Since you've already decided to keep your thoughts to yourself, there's no need to linger and cause unnecessary trouble.

Teng looked at the figure in the starry sky, his eyes flickered slightly, and he took a step to follow.

Mo Yan glanced down at the prey on the ground, a complex emotion flashing in his crimson eyes: "Are you really not going to reconsider? This is the territory of the Black Crocodile Tribe. I've heard of them before..."

His words abruptly stopped, and Mo Yan suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh.

No matter how ruthless the Black Crocodile tribe is, what good can they possibly get from Fu Ying?

He said nothing more, his body swayed and transformed into beast form. His crimson snake tail coiled around his prey, and in the blink of an eye, he swam out of the bamboo house. The house suddenly became empty, with only the damp air slowly floating inside.

Fu Ying gently handed the dumpling to Bai Cang, then got up and walked towards Luo Heng in the corner.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Luo Heng curled up even tighter.

He held his head in his hands, his purple curly hair trembling as he sobbed, and a few suppressed whimpers escaped his lips. Fu Ying's lips twitched involuntarily; for the first time, she felt utterly helpless.

She was used to being domineering, and no matter how rampant or insane these male protagonists were, she would never tolerate it.

But faced with this "moonflower trembling in the wind and rain," she was truly troubled. Fu Ying sighed, handed over a plain handkerchief, and said mockingly, "So cowardly, yet you dare to kill someone in the night?"

Luo Heng wanted to kill her, but Ni stopped him. However, it's unclear why he didn't switch Ni back when he was so afraid.

The handkerchief that Fu Ying handed over hung in mid-air, but Luo Heng only buried her face deeper, curling up and trembling, without giving any response to her words and actions.

After a moment of silence, Fuying made a hand seal with her fingertips and used the bewitching spell.

The moment the eerie light of the spell entered Luo Heng's body, he shuddered and suddenly stiffened as if struck by lightning.

"Keep your head up."

Fu Ying half-squatted down, watched Luo Heng look up, and gently lifted Luo Heng's chin with his fingertips to examine her carefully.

It was the same face, except for the star pattern, that was no different. However, with different personalities, the expressions between their brows were completely different, making them seem like two completely different people.

Bai Cang watched this scene, a dark glint flashing in his amber eyes, but he remained silent.

He could roughly understand Aying's thoughts. She wanted to find all the scattered beastmen one by one and make up for the mistakes she had made, even though... she was not the one who started these mistakes.

If he couldn't be sure at first, now he is certain that this fuying is not that fuying.

He didn't know who she was, but he understood that she was there to bear the heavy burden of redemption. How unfair! It was clearly not her fault, yet she had to endure their cold stares and disgust.

Qinglan stood quietly in the shadows, her gaze fixed on Fuying.

Fu Ying's fingertips shimmered with light as they entered Luo Heng's body, examining the fragmented star-shaped veins on his forehead.

Upon closer inspection, however, his brows furrowed.

Luo Heng is a rare plant-beastman who doesn't have beast crystals, which means she can't help him reshape his star pattern!
If Luo Heng doesn't have star markings, he and Ni will never be able to transform into human form. What will happen to her mission?
Just as Fuying was deep in thought, Luoheng, who had been standing still, suddenly moved.

Those long, pale fingers suddenly gripped her wrist, exuding a familiar coldness. The timidity in her purple eyes vanished, replaced by a chilling, deathly stillness.

His androgynous features were somewhat obscured by the light and shadow. Although he showed no emotion, his low, husky voice betrayed a barely perceptible fluctuation: "Are you alright?"

Fu Ying shook his head and pulled Ni up.

She turned to the side, pointed to the group behind her, and said in a gentle, charming voice, "You should all remember them, so I won't go into details. For now, let's stay in the Black Crocodile Swamp. Once the rainy season is over, we'll find another suitable place to stay."

As she spoke, her narrow eyes narrowed slightly, binding her rebellious purple pupils like chains.

His nature is dark and obsessive; at this moment, he's probably plotting how to tear everyone else apart so he can have her all to himself.

If he refuses to let Bai Cang and the others stay here, she will have to find another way to "reassert her authority as a wife".

Her long, slender eyelashes partially obscured her deep purple pupils, casting shadows on her pale skin. Her long, delicate fingers subtly tightened their grip on Fuying's wrist.

After a moment, he looked up at Bai Cang and Qing Lan, as well as the unconscious Marquis of Nightless City on the ground.

"Get out and find your own bamboo and wood." His purple eyes were full of coldness. He gently rubbed his fingertips against the wrist of the folding pillar, and then added, "I will help you build a place to stay."

A low, hoarse voice escaped from his throat; though it wasn't exactly polite, it was a huge concession.

Bai Cang's gaze fell on Ni, who was sometimes gentle and sometimes strong. He couldn't see through this person at all. When he fell into the Thorn Cliff, there was no such person as "Luo Heng".

Qinglan remained silent and turned to leave the bamboo house.

"Qinglan." Fuying's charming voice rang out, stopping people in their tracks.

Qinglan's steps suddenly froze. With her back to the group, her slender fingers slowly closed at her sides.

(End of this chapter)