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Chapter 121 "Choosing a Concubine"

Ni's purple eyes suddenly narrowed, and his knuckles gripped her wrist tightly: "Is it something you absolutely have to do?"

His voice was terribly low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, each word laced with vital energy.

Perhaps his voice was too deep, because it startled Tuanzi on the bamboo bed, who suddenly burst into tears.

Fu Ying turned his head and glanced at her, then gently tapped her taut wrist with his fingertips: "Go, hug her, practice beforehand. Don't let her be like this when you become a father; the little one will be afraid of you."

Ni's deep purple pupils trembled suddenly, and his knuckles unconsciously tightened.

Father? Will he become a father someday?

The title was like a blunt knife, slowly but powerfully scraping across his heart.

"Go quickly!" Fuying gave him a push.

Urged on by her, Ni stiffly walked to the bamboo bed.

Tuanzi cried until her face was red, sobbing and her tears fell like beads from a broken string.

He tensed his jaw, his thin, crimson lips stretched into a straight line, his long eyebrows furrowed, and he hesitated to reach out his hand. But he was afraid of crushing such a small thing with one hand, so his slender fingertips hovered in mid-air for a moment.

He turned to look at Fuying, but saw that she had lowered her eyelids again and was focused on cutting meat, not paying any attention to him at all, seemingly not worried that he would hurt the little thing on the bamboo bed.

Ni slowly lowered her long eyelashes, half-covering her pupils, and finally bent down to pick up Tuanzi.

His arm muscles were taut, even his fingertips were white, and his movements were stiff, as if he were holding not a cub, but some kind of formidable beast.

Surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings, Tuanzi opened her wet eyes and looked around. Not recognizing anyone, she cried even harder, her little face turning red as she nearly fainted.

Ni's brows furrowed even more, his fingertips trembled slightly, and his voice was very stiff: "...Don't cry."

"Wow——"

He awkwardly patted her twice, but Tuanzi's cries only grew sharper, showing no mercy.

A fierce look suddenly appeared between his brows, and he raised his head slightly—

Fu Ying looked up and glanced at it. In the next instant, emerald green vines burst forth from his fingertips. The vines, covered with sharp teeth, twisted and intertwined with each other, and in the blink of an eye, they were twisted into a strangely shaped grass puppet.

He held the deformed straw puppet upside down and handed it to Tuanzi, his voice low and hoarse: "Play with this, and don't cry."

Fu Ying's lips twitched slightly, and her gaze toward Ni was a mixture of absurdity and something else.

If this person becomes a father in the future, it will probably be quite scary, right?
Just as Fuying finished thinking, Tuanzi's crying stopped abruptly.

She blinked her tearful eyes, staring intently at the menacing straw puppet in her hand. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed it, then yanked out the puppet's sharp teeth.

A moment later, Tuanzi let out a "giggle giggle" laugh.

Fuying suddenly felt a headache again.

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As dusk settled, several males were still busy at work.

In fact, the bamboo house had already been built, but Ni did not prepare it according to their requirements. In fact, in order to distinguish it from his own bamboo house, he built it for them in a very sloppy manner!
The gaps between the bamboo sections were so large that they let in the wind, as if they had been torn apart by wild animals.

They were going to live in this house with the female master from now on, so naturally they were not satisfied.

With his hands and feet bound, the Marquis of Nevernight was moved to lie down under the eaves of the bamboo house.

He frowned, repeatedly trying to communicate with the Zerg, but it was like falling into an abyss; he couldn't catch a glimpse of them.

The bamboo door creaked open, and the person leaning against it glanced at everyone and called out, "The food is ready, come in."

After saying that, she glanced at the Undying Marquis, and with a flick of her hand, the ropes binding his hands and feet snapped.

She looked down at him, her red lips slightly parted, her charming voice unhurried: "Don't waste your energy. Without my permission, you'll never be able to communicate with the Zerg in your entire life."

Upon hearing this, the Marquis of Nevernight's seven-colored pupils suddenly narrowed, his expression shifting between light and dark.

"If you dare to run, I'll crush your leg bones one by one." As she spoke, she tilted her head and chuckled at the Lord of the Nightless City: "You know I'm capable of doing it."

After Fuying finished speaking, she turned and went back into the bamboo house, leaving only her languid voice in the background: "Come in."

When Bai Cang, Teng, and Qinglan heard Fu Ying's voice, they all stopped and walked over.

Watching the three figures file in, the Marquis of Nevernight closed his eyes briefly before gritting his teeth and following them inside. He was always adept at assessing situations.

Otherwise, during the rainy season in the oasis tribe, he would submit to the wicked female Fuying, hoping to use her influence to find a way out for himself and change his situation of being bullied by others, even though the final outcome was somewhat different from his plan.

He ultimately underestimated Fuying's ruthlessness.

The Marquis of Nevernight had a gloomy expression. He had just entered the bamboo house when Teng pushed him out again.

He was carrying a dark, oddly shaped rack in one hand, its purpose unclear.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Cang, Qing Lan, and Ni each brought out a large plate of meat skewers skewered on bamboo sticks. The skewers were fresh, glistening with oil, and had a strange aroma that wafted into people's noses.

Fu Ying leaned against the edge of the table, raised an eyebrow, and glanced at Bu Ye Hou: "What are you standing there for? Get to work!"

Marquis Bu Ye frowned, looking at the pile of meat skewers, and scoffed, "Not even enough to fill a tooth gap."

Fu Ying lifted her eyelids slightly, a mocking smile curving her lips: "Then you don't have to eat."

As soon as she stepped out with the meat skewers in her hand, Bai Cang naturally reached out and took them from her.

Fuying stood under the eaves, watching the torrential rain weave a dense, impenetrable curtain outside.

Qinglan sat behind the grill, her slender hands quickly measuring the area before she understood how to use it. She looked up at Fuying, her gray-brown eyes clear and bright, her voice ethereal: "Are you grilling meat here?"

Fuying lowered her eyes, looking at the fully prepared barbecue equipment. She moved closer to Qinglan, placed charcoal in the grill, and put the marinated meat skewers on the fire to grill. The dripping oil instantly created a cloud of smoke.

The Undying Marquis leaned against a bamboo pillar, a hint of mockery flashing in his seven-colored, glass-like eyes: "Tch, only females like to do these strenuous things."

"Those who don't work can't eat." Fu Ying didn't even look up, flipped the sizzling meat skewers, and casually tossed out a sentence.

The Marquis of Nevernight sneered: "Who cares? The ones I hunt myself are the most delicious."

After saying that, he was about to step into the rain when Fuying's lazy voice rang out: "Don't you want your legs anymore? Without my permission, if you leave my sight, I'll still break your legs."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fuying sprinkled some cumin on his hands.

She also prepared chili powder, but I don't know if anyone can handle spicy food.

"You!" The Marquis of Nevernight suddenly turned around. Raindrops dripping from the eaves hit his brow bone, shattering into tiny icicles along his eyelashes. The harsh words he hadn't finished saying were tempered into a scarlet murderous aura in his eyes in the rain.

Qinglan noticed that Fuying's eyes were slightly squinted from the smoke, and reached out to block the grill, saying, "I'll do it."

He took the bamboo skewer, his slender fingers deftly flipping it with practiced ease.

Soon, the overpowering aroma wafted out, penetrating straight into everyone's stomachs.

“You’re quite suited to these meticulous tasks.” Fu Ying sat down next to Qing Lan and watched him grill meat with great skill. She then leaned against him, resting her chin on her hand.

Qinglan's ears immediately turned red, her Adam's apple bobbed, and she said softly, "You taught well."

Teng's dark green eyes reflected the two of them. Hearing Fuying's praise, he immediately stepped forward and squeezed between them, picked up a skewer of meat, and grilled it with Qinglan. He said to Fuying, "There's too much smoke here, Aying, go and rest."

His slender fingers gripped the meat skewers tightly, sparks flying as he grilled them, as if he were challenging someone.

Clearly, with a temperament like Teng's, it's good for sharpening bone knives and killing people, but roasting meat? So-so.

"Let me do it." Bai Cang shook her head, a hint of disdain flashing across her beautiful face. Just as she was about to take the skewers from Teng's hands, Tuanzi's whimpering sound came from inside the house.

Upon hearing this voice, Ni Mu's expression turned frosty, his coldness intensifying: "Go and comfort your cubs!"

Bai Cang glanced at him sideways, a hint of gloom flashing in his narrow fox-like eyes, clearly puzzled.

Fu Ying suddenly laughed, her eyes crinkling, clearly in a great mood.

With torrential rain, the aroma of meat filling the air, and handsome men by your side, how could you be without wine?

She has only one goal today.

"Selection of Concubines".

I have a bit of a headache today, so I'm updating late. Sorry everyone.

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