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Chapter 123 The Female Mistress is in Your Hands Tonight

The Marquis of Nevernight glanced at him coldly, his iridescent eyes slightly unfocused, but he still poured the wine that Bai Cang had poured into the bowl into his mouth. The amber liquid overflowed from the corner of his lips and rolled down his chin.

Although he hated Fuying to the core, this thing was a good remedy for his old wounds.

Blood crept into Teng's eyes, his eye sockets turned red, and wine trickled down his lips.

Dizzy and disoriented, he gulped down large mouthfuls of wine, swallowing mechanically. As his Adam's apple bobbed, he felt the burning sensation of the beast crystal intensify. He parted his thin lips slightly and let out a hoarse murmur: "Become stronger."

With pale fingers gripping the wine bowl, he took a bite of the charred roasted meat. The moment the fat burst between his lips and teeth, he tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of wine. The burning sensation as it went down his throat caused a hazy mist to rise in his purple eyes.

This perfectly timed enjoyment brought a hint of satisfaction to the corners of his eyes, and the chill dissipated considerably.

His condition was clearly much better than Teng and Bu Ye Hou's. His mind was still clear, and he ignored Bai Cang's urging to drink. He simply followed his own rhythm, slowly taking a bite of meat and a sip of wine, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Bai Cang's eyes flickered, the glint of wine in the bowl flashing in his eyes. He glanced at Ni casually before looking away, then focused his attention on Qinglan, even devoting all his attention to the latter.

Among the men at the bamboo table, amidst the clinking of glasses and exchanging toasts, only his eyes remained clean and clear.

Fu Ying held the wine glass between her fingertips, gently swirling it to create an arc of shimmering light, and occasionally took a light sip.

She suddenly noticed where Bai Cang's gaze was directed, and her eyes followed it.

Qinglan drank alone, one sip after another, unhurriedly. She drank quite a bit, but her gray-brown eyes remained clear and cold, as if she were swallowing not strong liquor, but cool mountain spring water.

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.

The alcohol brewed from spirit rice has a burning effect in the blood, and for orcs, the effect is even stronger.

But Qinglan's wrist remained perfectly still as he held the wine bowl, even the gliding motion of the wine down his throat was perfectly controlled, and his long eyelashes cast a cool shadow on his high nose.

No matter what he does, he's like a snowfield that never melts, always carrying a chilling edge.

This aloofness, so detached and untouched by worldly dust, is most alluring, making one want to crush his frost-like purity until those clear gray-brown eyes are tinged with red mist, causing the bright moon to fall into the mire.

"Drink more." Seeing that Qinglan's bowl was empty again, Bai Cang picked up the wine jar and poured some more into his bowl: "The wine brewed from spirit rice can help you advance your star pattern. When you are stronger, you will be able to protect Aying well in the future and prevent her from getting hurt again."

The amber-colored wine traced a thin, bright arc, and the clear wine bowl was full again.

Qinglan paused slightly, raising her eyes to gaze at Fuying.

A touch of gentleness softened his cool and clean features as he replied, "Okay."

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed as the bowl emptied.

As he moved, the jade beads in his flaxen hair gently collided, producing a series of clear, tinkling sounds.

Bai Cang paused, his gaze following the soft sound of the jade beads. Without much thought, he knew that such an exquisite object was not something that existed on the Beastman Continent. Who else but her could have given it to him?
A dark undercurrent surged in his eyes as he turned to look at Fuying.

She simply lowered her eyes to drink, a blush rising on her fair skin, enhancing her allure. With each movement of her red lips, she exuded charm. Noticing his gaze, she tossed her long hair, smiled, and was exceptionally captivating.

He abruptly turned his eyes away, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. He took a deep breath and gulped down another mouthful of cold liquor before finally suppressing those romantic thoughts inch by inch back into his heart.

The wine jar was empty, and Teng and Bu Yehou slumped under the eaves, still muttering incoherently.

Leaning against the bamboo house, her purple eyes were slightly closed, and her long, violet-colored curly hair cascaded down.

Although he wasn't in a disheveled state, his breathing was becoming heavy, clearly indicating that he was deeply drunk. The night breeze ruffled his long hair, half-concealing the blush on his face, and a faint fragrance wafted through the air, much like a flower stamen that had wearily closed its petals.

At the table, besides Fuying, the only two clear-minded people are still Bai Cang and Qinglan.

Fu Ying lightly tapped the bamboo table with his fingertips, reflecting the two figures. Bai Cang leaned against the bamboo table, his fingertips gently caressing the wine jar, the wine staining his handsome face with a blush, adding to his allure.

Qinglan remained seated upright and quiet, her eyes lowered, her slender fingers playing with the jade beads in her hair. The beads spun without making a sound, and her clear, snow-white eyes showed no sign of drunkenness.

Fuying rested his chin on his hand, looking at Qinglan with great interest, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

—I misjudged it.

She really didn't expect that Qinglan, who had a face that suggested she couldn't hold her liquor, could drink all night without showing any signs of drunkenness. Instead, the others, who were swaying and drunk, looked like ethereal ghosts in the mortal world.

"It's getting late." Bai Cang's eyes were still red, but he had already stood up by supporting himself on the table.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down, as radiant as moonlight.

He glanced at Qinglan, his voice slightly hoarse with a hint of intoxication: "Qinglan, tonight, the mistress is in your hands."

Bai Cang's gaze lingered on Fu Ying for a moment before he restrained himself and turned to enter the bamboo house.

Fuying paused slightly, then suddenly stood up and turned to the stunned Qinglan, saying, "Wait for me."

Fu Ying followed Bai Cang into the bamboo house, where she saw Bai Cang bend down and pick up Tuanzi from the bamboo bed. The little cub smelled its father's scent, snuggled in his arms, and let out a soft whimper in its sleep.

When Bai Cang turned around and saw her, he didn't seem surprised.

He stepped forward slowly, leaning slightly forward, his silver hair falling over his shoulders, shimmering like flowing water.

Their breaths mingled, and as their foreheads touched, Bai Cang chuckled softly, his wine-scented breath brushing against her full red lips, his voice still tender and lingering: "Go ahead, he wins tonight."

Fu Ying's eyes flickered slightly as she met Bai Cang's amber eyes.

His eyes were like a shattered galaxy, so gentle they could almost drown you. He whispered, "No matter what you want to do, I will always be with you, Aying."

The lingering tenderness in Bai Cang's voice mingled with their breaths.

Fuying's eyes were clear and bright; even though a ripple stirred in her heart, it quickly subsided into calm.

She was ultimately just a passerby traversing the three thousand minor worlds; this was merely her retirement world, and they were simply mission targets. All of this was but a fleeting dream.

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow and spoke in a charming voice: "The alcohol is strong, be careful not to vomit at night."

A delicate, beautiful fox who only wants to lie still will never stay for anyone.

She turned and walked out of the bamboo house, naturally taking Qinglan's hand.

"Let's go." Fuying gently tickled Qinglan's palm: "Let me see your newly built bamboo house."

Qinglan's breath hitched slightly as she followed behind Fuying. The jade beads in her hair clinked lightly with each step, creating a crisp sound and a shimmering halo. In the distance, under the newly built bamboo house, a string of bone bells hung, swirling gently with the falling rain.

Bai Cang stood there holding Tuanzi, a few strands of his silver hair being brushed aside. He watched the two walk away, a heavy feeling suddenly rising between his brows, and frost forming in his eyes.

He vaguely sensed that Aying's attitude just now was almost "unfamiliar".

She's not really a fuying (a type of traditional Chinese painting), so will she leave one day?

The thought swept through Bai Cang's mind like a dark cloud. His eyes turned cold and deep. He glanced sideways at the few people who were swaying and staggering, and his knuckles tightened silently.

They had to get Aying to stay willingly.

(End of this chapter)