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Chapter 119 The Orcs' Heat Season is Coming

"What kind of bewitching potion did you give them? How did you make those idiots completely forget the dirty things you did back then!" The Undying Marquis lay on his back on the ground, his breathing heavy, but his voice still carried a sharp edge.

Fuying stood up, picked up the towel she used to dry Qinglan's long hair, and wiped her fingers one by one.

She lowered her eyes and chuckled softly. With a flick of her wrist, the towel was tossed onto the face of the Undying Marquis. She smiled and said, "Want to know? Don't rush... I'll personally feed you the next bowl of bewitching soup."

The Marquis of Nevernight took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The bamboo house fell into a sudden, deathly silence. Just when he thought the night would pass peacefully, her voice, alluring yet light and casual, drifted down: "I almost forgot something."

Before the Lord of Nevernight could open his eyes, a beam of light suddenly flashed past and pierced his forehead.

Instantly, a chill surged through his bloodstream, causing his muscles and bones to freeze.

He can no longer transform into human form!
The Marquis of Nevernight suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracted, and a dark, furious light surged in his seven-colored eyes.

He gritted his teeth, his voice as cold as ice: "Fuying!"

The shout almost made the bamboo beam tremble slightly. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his dark hair, soaked with cold sweat, clung to his pale skin. He looked like a caged beast chained up: "What did you do to me?!"

"Don't make a sound." Fu Ying lay on the bamboo bed, her voice lazy.

The little dumpling beside her was also sleeping soundly, as if no loud noise could wake it.

The Marquis of Nevernight stared intently at Fuying's slender back, his eyes surging with murderous intent, but he ultimately remained silent.

After an unknown amount of time, only the even breathing of Fuying and Tuanzi remained in the bamboo house, blending with the pattering rain outside to create a tranquil atmosphere.

Suddenly, the Unnight Marquis lifted his eyelids, his thin lips opening and closing silently, uttering some strange and subtle syllables.

The sound was extremely soft, yet it resembled some kind of eerie incantation.

Unfortunately, there was no other movement from inside the bamboo house for a long time.

The Nightless Marquis's pupils contracted, the veins on his forehead throbbed menacingly, and his teeth were clenched so tightly that blood seeped out.

He refused to believe it and summoned it again, but the Zerg seemed to fall silent, not even a faint sound of flapping wings could be heard.

Not only could he no longer transform, he was even unable to summon the Zerg to charge into battle!
If Fu Ying were to witness this scene, he would likely scoff and say, "The Imprisonment Spell is specifically designed to deal with stubborn people like you."

She had long anticipated that the Marquis of Nevernight would pull this stunt.

The Zerg are small and easy to hide, and with the mind-controlling magic of the Nightless Marquis's Butterfly Wing Dust, how could she give him another chance to use the same trick?
The safest course of action is to restrict his abilities.

Now, the Lord of Nevernight is like a ferocious beast with its fangs removed, possessing only a body full of rage but nowhere to vent it.

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As dawn broke, Ni finally returned, his feet glistening with morning dew.

He stood quietly in front of the bamboo bed, looking at Fuying who was sleeping soundly with Tuanzi in his arms. His purple eyes swirled with an inscrutable light. After a moment, his fingertips pulled the animal skin over her and carefully covered her up.

When he turned to look at the Undying Marquis on the ground, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Ni grabbed the Nightless Marquis by the neck and, like dragging a corpse, threw him out of the bamboo house.

"boom--"

The Undying Marquis slammed heavily into a muddy puddle, the dirty water splashing onto his pale face.

He choked on a mouthful of dirty water, his chin still dripping with filthy stains, but he forced a sinister smile and looked up at Ni, who was standing on the steps, his eyes cold.

Just as the Marquis of Nevernight was about to speak, he suddenly heard a clanging sound in the downpour.

He frowned, looked in the direction of the sound, and was stunned by what he saw. Overnight, three verdant bamboo houses had sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain. They looked identical, all extremely cramped and narrow, forming a triangle that surrounded the bamboo house in front of him.

Bai Cang was kneeling on the sloping roof, his silver hair gleaming coldly in the downpour. His slender fingers flew as he patched up the cracks in the roof, ensuring that not a single drop of rain could leak out.

A giant black-scaled python slithered through the torrential rain, its tail coiling around new bamboo shoots, constantly moving back and forth between the bamboo forest and this place.

Qinglan, on the other hand, was half-squatting under the bamboo eaves, her eyelashes lowered, her fair and clean fingers pinching bamboo strips, fitting them perfectly into the frame of the bamboo house, each fitting being extremely precise.

Raindrops slid down his eyelashes, but he didn't seem to care, remaining completely focused.

The Marquis of Nevernight's pupils contracted sharply, and an incredulous, cold laugh escaped his throat.

If he were in an oasis tribe, he could never have imagined such an absurd scene.

But right now, the cunning fox, the irritable and cold-blooded python, and the aloof and proud snow leopard are braving the torrential rain to build bamboo huts in the mud. Ha, they're really crazy!

Through the rain, the outline of the bamboo house gradually became clear.

"You want to go too."

His low, hoarse voice carried a calm sense of death, chilling to the bone.

"Me? You want me to build a bamboo hut?" The Marquis of Nightless City's wild brows were tinged with sarcasm as he sneered repeatedly. He wanted him to go mad like these three fools? Dream on!

"Not going? Do you think you have the right to say no?" Teng Juan swam back with the new bamboo, its black scales gleaming coldly. Hearing the disdainful words of the Nightless Marquis, a cold glint flashed in its dark green vertical pupils.

As soon as the last note faded, the snake's tail, carrying the bamboo shoots, swept across the land!
Before the Marquis of Nevernight could react, he was thrown away by a brute force and crashed into a muddy puddle with a splash. His long, dark hair was soaked with filth, and he looked utterly disheveled.

Bai Cang leaned against the eaves, her beautiful face cold and her amber eyes peering through the rain as if looking at something dirty. She glared at Bu Ye Hou without uttering a word, but her hostility was palpable.

Qinglan never looked up; her eyes were fixed only on the gradually forming veins of the bamboo strips.

Ni did not speak, but merely watched coldly, his deathly stillness and gloom falling equally on each person.

Fuying sat by the window, cracking sunflower seeds with a clear, crisp sound.

A smile played on her lips, and her eyes sparkled with the light of someone watching a play, full of interest and a touch of leisurely comfort.

Although the curtain of a new life has not yet truly been raised, the outline of the camp has already quietly taken shape.

Regardless of what happens in the future, right now, the beastmen are clearly not working together as a unified force.

Bai Cang and Teng, having been the first to meet, shared a subtle, unspoken understanding.

His eyes were clear and spotless, just like him. It was as if the world's troubles were nothing but smoke and clouds, and nothing could attract his attention.

On the other hand, he would indiscriminately kill everyone, friend or foe. Perhaps if he had the chance, he would have silently killed those males who were competing with him for the female master.

After all, he was a madman who couldn't even tolerate the inscription, so how could he allow someone else to steal her attention?

As for the Marquis of Nevernight, not only is he isolated and helpless, but he has also incurred the wrath of the masses because of what happened last night. The days ahead will probably be the most difficult for him.

Fu Ying watched the farce with amusement until the Marquis of Nevernight glared at her with hatred.

Her red lips parted slightly, her gaze not even glancing at him. Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the windowpane, a half-smile playing on her lips: "You'd better hurry and finish building the bamboo house, after all..."

"The orcs' mating season is coming."

(End of this chapter)