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Chapter 122 Who will I spend the night with tonight?

Although they are all her men, their situations are different, and if she really had to choose, she would inevitably be caught in the middle.

She promised Teng that she would return to bear him cubs.

However, given the current situation, the dangerous element, Lord Buye, is clearly a more sought-after prey. Opportunities are fleeting, and if we miss this chance, it will be difficult to find another opportunity to capture him.

In addition, there are Qinglan, Ni, and even Bai Cang... none of them are easy to deal with.

Although she and Bai Cang have already had a child, men and women are the same; both need to be coaxed.

She understood this principle well, and naturally wouldn't treat anyone unfairly. She wanted to be fair and impartial, giving each beastman a home equally so they could happily complete their missions and retire peacefully.

Qinglan grilled the meat until it sizzled, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Before long, the meat skewers were served on the bamboo table, their golden and crispy skin glistening with an enticing sheen.

Fu Ying led a few people to sit around a table under the eaves of the bamboo house. As dusk fell, a torrential downpour brought a gust of wind.

The Undying Marquis stood with his arms crossed, staring coldly at the group, his seven-colored eyes filled with an even greater chill than usual.

Fu Ying raised the corner of her eye slightly, her gaze, which seemed to be both smiling and not smiling, sweeping over him.

The Marquis of Nevernight suddenly tensed his jawline, his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly, and finally he took a deep breath and sat down next to Qinglan. Among the group, he was the only one who did not give off a sense of danger.

Fu Ying's eyes flickered, and she turned to look at Teng sitting next to her, giving him a meaningful look: "Today is a good day. After so long, we have reunited, and we should celebrate."

The Marquis of Nevernight scoffed coldly, a mocking look appearing in his eyes.

Fu Ying seemed not to hear, took out a large jar of wine, and the amber-colored liquid rippled in the large bowl, instantly filling the surroundings with its aroma.

She lightly brushed her fingertips across the wine jar, a sly glint in her eyes: "Everyone, have a taste. This wine is brewed from spirit rice and will help you refine your beast crystals."

As she spoke, her gaze swept across the hearts of the crowd, where various beast crystals seemed to shimmer with light.

The wine is fragrant and extremely mellow, spreading like a misty haze.

Several males straightened their backs in unison, their beast eyes flashing with a strange light. The spirit rice could indeed temper their beast crystal power, but this wine also contained a hint of flavor that made their beast blood boil.

Teng was pondering Fuying's meaningful glance when he was suddenly captivated by the pungent smell of alcohol. His dark green vertical pupils narrowed to slits, and his nostrils flared: "Aying, this wine..."

Fu Ying tilted his head back and drank a bowl, then leaned over and gently pressed his fingertips on Teng's shoulder, his breath carrying an intoxicating aroma of wine: "The wine is more potent than the spirit rice, with a strong aftereffect, so be careful."

"Even more powerful than Lingmi?" Teng's knuckles tightened involuntarily, his Adam's apple bobbed, and a glint appeared in his eyes.

He knew how powerful spirit rice was, but this wine was even better. Just smelling it made his beast crystal start to heat up. If he drank more, wouldn't he be able to advance to the eighth star pattern as soon as possible?
Thinking of this, Teng picked up the large bowl and drank the amber-colored wine inside in one gulp!

The next instant, Teng let out a muffled groan, and black scales appeared faintly on the side of its neck. Those dark scales seemed to have a life of their own, and as they opened and closed, they burst out with fine lightning, violent and dazzling.

Fu Ying frowned and stared intently. Seeing that Teng was making quite a commotion, a barely perceptible sigh crossed his lips.

I originally wanted to give him some special treatment and make things easier for him, since I had promised before. However, judging from the current situation, the first one to be ruined by this drinking party is none other than Teng.

"Great!" Teng stared at the wine jar, his dark green eyes shining brightly as if they had been tempered with fire.

He raised his hand to pour more, but Fu Ying tapped his hand with a chopstick: "Eat something before you drink, or it'll be even stronger! You've been busy all day, aren't you hungry? You'll get drunk later." "Drunk? What's drunk?" Teng blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering a few times. Perhaps the alcohol was already taking effect, but his deep, exotic dark green eyes shimmered with a watery light.

Fuying poked his forehead: "That's what you feel right now, top-heavy and lightheaded."

"Top-heavy... light-footed? What does top-heavy and light-footed mean?" He tilted his head, and amidst the lingering smell of alcohol, his sharp, chiseled features softened inexplicably, taking on a delicate and innocent look.

"Fool!" Lord Buye glanced at Teng, looking down on his act of pretending to be stupid and trying to please the female master. He used to be someone who lived on the edge, but now he's learned to be cunning and flattering!
The eerie butterfly pattern on his cheek shimmered, making his handsome face even more strikingly beautiful.

Fu Ying lazily raised her eyes, a hint of amusement flashing across them: "Why don't you try some too?"

She pushed the wine toward the Undying Marquis: "I'd like to see how many more rounds you can outlast Teng, with your arrogant attitude and your mocking looks at everyone."

"Fine, I'll drink it." Lord Bu Ye sneered, tilting his head back and pouring all the wine in the bowl down his throat.

The wine was sweet and mellow, far surpassing the nectar offered by the insectoids by hundreds or thousands of times!
The Marquis of Nevernight's seven-colored eyes suddenly contracted to the point of needles, a surge of heat rose in his abdomen, and a scorching heat wave rushed along his limbs and bones!

His pale fingertips gripped the rim of the bowl tightly, and he was startled to realize that the hidden wounds left by his escape from death years ago, the lingering pain of those full moon nights when ants seemed to gnaw at his bones, were gradually healing in this warm current!

He stared at Fu Ying in disbelief, the eerie butterfly pattern on his cheek moving slowly as if alive, its dark, sinuous light undulating across his pale face: "You..."

Fu Ying didn't even glance at him, and instead pushed the drinks towards Ni and Qinglan, who were still observing: "You should try some too, it's good stuff."

Ni slowly raised his eyes, his purple pupils like a deep, still pool, and a ripple appeared when his fingertips touched the wine bowl.

He tilted his head back and drank it all, the amber liquid spilling from the corner of his lips, leaving a glistening arc.

The wine soaked his violet curls, which clung to his neck, and his Adam's apple trembled slightly. From the angle of the armrest, one could see the wine flowing down the hollow of his collarbone and into his firm chest.

Qinglan was obedient enough to listen, raising the wine bowl to his lips with elegant movements. Even the sound of his swallowing was perfectly subtle as his Adam's apple bobbed. His handsome profile was reflected in the misty rain like an ancient painting.

His long eyelashes cast shadows that seemed to still hold the lingering glow of undried wine, making one's heart flutter.

Fuying rested his chin on his hand, looking left and right, and sighed inwardly, these beastly husbands were truly the best of the best.

Bai Cang gently closed the bamboo door, shutting out Tuanzi's even breathing sounds inside the room.

A familiar aroma of wine wafted on the breeze, lingering around my nose.

His long eyes were upturned at the corners, flushed red, and when he turned his head, he met Fuying's gaze. She leaned gently against the bamboo pillar, her beautiful fox eyes slightly upturned, with a glint of light in them that seemed to be both a smile and a frown.

The two looked at each other, and although they didn't say anything, it was as if they had said everything.

"Come and try it, it's made from spirit rice." Fu Ying beckoned to him.

Bai Cang stepped forward and sat down. His narrow eyes swept over the drunken state of everyone at the table, a glint of light flashing in them. He picked up his wine bowl, took a small sip, and said with slight surprise, "It is quite mellow."

After saying that, Bai Cang picked up the wine jar and filled the others' cups with wine, the liquid rippling outwards: "Drink more, A-Ying specially prepared this, don't let her kindness go to waste."

Her eyes swept sideways; the fox truly excelled at scheming and intrigue.

Thank you everyone for your concern!! I'll reply to your comments tonight! I've seen them all!
I had an MRI today, and my brain is fine!! So happy!
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