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Chapter 120 During Heat, You Can Only Be Mine
The mating season for orcs is a physiological cycle that adult orcs inevitably go through during the rainy season.

It goes without saying that males with female masters will spend this period together with their female masters. Therefore, after a rainy season, the tribe often experiences a peak in births.

As for single males without a female, they are in a terrible situation. Their mating season is hard to endure, especially when stimulated by the pheromones of females in the tribe. Their desires become even stronger, almost like they are on drugs.

However, all of her beastly husbands are ruthless characters who can endure their heat cycles.

In the oasis tribe, the original owner scorned them, and they hated her to the core. Every rainy season, they would rather mutilate themselves to suppress their heat than bow down and beg for her pleasure.

The only person the original owner could possibly like, Qinglan, was so stingy that he wouldn't even spare a glance for her.

Females also have estrus cycles, and their physiological responses are far more intense than those of males.

In the story, it was at this time that the original owner unexpectedly formed a pact with the scornful Marquis of Nightless City.

When Fuying casually mentioned "heat cycle," the torrential rain seemed to freeze for a moment.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at her, their beautiful eyes shining with a mysterious light.

The amber-colored beastly eyes were filled with blatant seduction, the dark green vertical pupils contracted excitedly to slits, the gray-brown eyes were clear and bright, shimmering with watery light, while the pair of purple eyes narrowed dangerously in the dead silence.

These gazes, as if tangible, enveloped him, damp with moisture, weaving a net around the fuying.

Fuying leaned against the window, watching the hunting game with great interest.

She was only now beginning to experience the thrill of King Zhou choosing his concubines.

Since being forced to take on this mission, she has been constrained at every turn. Now, she has finally made some progress. Her bright eyes swept between several pairs of heterochromatic beast eyes, with a hint of satisfaction in scrutinizing her prey.

Although I can't enjoy a retirement life for the time being, the next few days can be considered a kind of reward.

"Pah! You fickle, wicked female!"

In such a joyous moment, someone inappropriately jumps out to seek attention.

The Undying Marquis was struggling to his feet from the sewage, mud splattered on his pale cheeks. The eerie butterfly pattern shimmered, making his seven-colored eyes shine terrifyingly bright as he stared at Fuying with disgust.

"Ah--"

Fu Ying's narrow eyes curled up, and she rested her chin on her hand: "Open your eyes and look. These are all my beast husbands. Old loves are like fine wine. I am the most affectionate female in the beastman continent. How could I be fickle?"

The Marquis of Nevernight's sinister gaze swept over these "old acquaintances" around him, and he felt as if his throat was blocked.

He truly couldn't understand why Fu Ying, such a wicked woman, would go on to bring back all those beastly husbands she had so cruelly abandoned. What was she after?

And these fools were blinded by greed, like moths drawn to honey, throwing themselves into her life without hesitation!
This female, with her affected flirting and seduction, is even more disgusting than when she whipped and killed someone!
"Alright, let's build the house quickly." Fu Ying instructed, then turned around and took out a lot of rare ingredients, preparing for a group barbecue that evening to let these country bumpkins see what it's like and to strengthen their relationship!
Although it's not quite a grand reunion of all seven, at least five of them have made it together, which is worth celebrating.

Fu Ying turned and went back into the house. The men, for reasons unknown, exchanged glances, their eyes swirling with unspoken thoughts. Though they said nothing, their movements became even more swift, as if they were competing with each other.

Ni remained indifferent, a cold glint flashing in his purple eyes.

His cold gaze swept over everyone, the brilliant nine-star pattern on his forehead flickering for a moment. He suddenly clenched his fingers, turned around and went back into the bamboo house with a muffled bang, cutting off the view from the outside.

Dark light flickered in Teng's dark green eyes, and a sinister aura was faintly visible.

He also disliked this setback.

One body concealing two completely different souls—such a bizarre and unheard-of existence, and he's also a plant-beastman. It's far too dangerous for A-Ying to be with someone like this. As if he had thought of something, his dark green vertical pupils coldly glanced at Bai Cang, and with a flick of his snake tail, he threw all the bamboo shoots in front of him, coldly saying, "Break through to the Nine-Star Extreme Realm as soon as possible."

After Teng finished speaking, a sense of melancholy welled up in his heart.

He had only just entered the Seven Star Pattern and was still far from the Eight Star Pattern. Otherwise, why would he have placed all his hopes for fighting this strange plant-beastman on Bai Cang?

Bai Cang lifted his eyelids, a nonchalant smile playing on his long, narrow eyes: "Aying is urging us, why aren't you going to build the house?"

Seeing that he didn't understand her meaning at all, Teng's eyes flashed with impatience and disdain.

This fox is shrewd when it comes to vying for favor, but it's so stupid when it really matters!

He ignored Bai Cang, his eyes flashing with a dark light. He made up his mind to hunt well after the rainy season and make good use of beast cores to temper himself. Only when he reached the Nine-Star Extreme Realm could he truly feel at ease.

Bai Cang watched Teng leave, his narrow fox eyes lowered slightly, his gaze hidden beneath his thick eyelashes.

He continued working on his task, his long, jade-like fingers stained with damp mud, yet he showed no sign of disarray; on the contrary, they made his hands appear even whiter and more like snow.

Even if Teng didn't say anything, the bewitching power of the Nightless Marquis had already given him the most severe warning.

Ah Ying found them one by one, and she had her own unspeakable reasons for it.

There wasn't much he could do but stay by her side, to be her sharpest knife or her strongest shield.

He would make her have whatever she wanted.

Inside the bamboo house.

As I pushed the door open, I saw Fuying bowing his head as he cut meat, and the table was covered with all sorts of food.

He paused slightly, a hint of doubt appearing in his purple eyes: "What are you doing?"

Fu Ying continued her movements, the blade reflecting the curve of her raised eyes, a smile playing in her eyes: "I'll prepare some good food for you."

Upon hearing the word "they," a hint of displeasure flashed in Ni Zitong's eyes.

He approached silently, bringing a gust of cold wind with him as he reached Fuying's side. He didn't say a word, just stared at her quietly, creating an invisible pressure on the surrounding air.

"What?" Fu Ying's hand holding the knife froze, and he looked at Ni with a half-smile.

Suddenly, his hand gripped her slender waist, and the blade flashed coldly, already pressed against his lower abdomen.

He didn't care at all, but leaned down and whispered in her ear, his hot breath carrying a dangerous hoarseness: "Heat...you can only be mine."

Fuying's eyes were slightly upturned, and a smile played on her lips, but it didn't reach her eyes.

She let him hold her waist, and when she turned her head to look at him, her black hair brushed against his crimson lips, her voice still charming and affectionate: "Have you forgotten what I said? I... only love those who can make me pregnant."

The veins on the back of his hand suddenly bulged, and his knuckles stretched into a pale white arc.

A cold, dark light surged in his purple eyes, and a faint fragrance clung to Fuying's neck like vines. His low, husky voice sounded like it had crawled out of hell: "Why?"

Fu Ying parted her red lips slightly, her cool fingertips covering Ni's eyes, her voice as soft as a sigh: "I also have things I must do, Ni. Since you've accepted them staying here, let's take another step back."

(End of this chapter)