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Chapter 128 You actually handed me over to someone else?!
Sang Jie glanced at Bu Ye Hou and said, "Sister Yu Yu, you should form a contract as soon as possible."

Yu Yu nodded, her lips curving slightly upward. She leaned closer, her breath hot, as if to kiss his thin lips. For males and females to form a bond, their tongues must mingle, a very intimate act.

The Marquis of Nevernight's eyes, like seven-colored glass, suddenly turned cold, his face filled with disgust.

He turned his head to dodge, but the sandpiper gripped his chin tightly: "What are you hiding from?"

She chuckled softly, her knuckles hardening: "The contract isn't up to you!"

The snipe's fingertips pressed against his chin, forcing him to meet its lips and teeth.

The Marquis of Nevernight's red lips were tightly pressed together, like a sharp blade.

Just as their lips were about to meet—

"Whoosh-"

A tiny, dazzling arrow of light suddenly shot out from the air, slicing sharply across their lips!

A sudden burst of scalding air caused the snipe's jaws to split open. Caught off guard, she screamed, her grip on the Nightless Marquis's chin loosened abruptly, and she stumbled back two steps.

The arrow of light pierced the trunk of the giant tree, its tail feathers trembling, and in an instant, it transformed into specks of light.

The beastmen of the Painted Snipe tribe suddenly froze, ceasing their singing and dancing.

Several quick-reacting males rushed forward and stood in front of the snipe.

"Who! Who is it!" The snipe shrieked, almost tearing the night sky apart.

Her tiger's mouth was shattered, blood flowed freely, her face was deathly pale, and a terrifying flame burned in her brownish-yellow pupils. Even her melodious voice, usually as sweet as a nightingale's, was slightly distorted by her rage.

Sang Jie stared at the arrow of light dissipating in the air, her pupils shrinking slightly, feeling that it looked somewhat familiar.

"Could it be..." Her heart skipped a beat.

The Marquis of Nevernight's chest heaved violently, his eyes flashing with seven-colored light, and he suddenly turned towards the direction from which the arrow had come.

Everyone's eyes turned to look.

Through the rain, a slender, crimson figure glided gracefully towards them.

Her fiery red veil fluttered in the wind like a cascading sunset, and her long, black hair flowed like a waterfall, splashing ink across the rain-soaked landscape, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

The Marquis of Nevernight's pupils contracted sharply, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he did not utter a single word.

He never expected that she would be the one to save him in the end.

The scepter gracefully landed, its toes lightly touching the ground, as if rippling out a circle of crimson.

Ignoring everyone else, she slightly turned her head to glance at the disheveled appearance of the Nightless Marquis. Her red lips curled slightly, and her beautiful, bewitching face was flushed. Even the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows was breathtakingly bright, and her whole being was strangely evil.

A half-drunk smile played on her lips: "I told you I'd break your legs, how dare you run away?"

A night breeze blew by, causing the crimson veil on her body to flutter lightly, vaguely revealing the winding patterns on her waist.

The Marquis of Nevernight sneered, not wanting to pay her any attention.

"Who are you?! How dare you cause trouble in our Painted Snipe tribe?"

A shriek escaped from the snipe's throat, and its tail feathers snapped open in fury.

Her voice was filled with intense jealousy, and her gaze swept across her face like a knife. Such a beautiful female, yet she was favored by the Beast God and became a witch. How unfair!

A strand of black hair was twirled around Fuying's fingertips, and her snow-white skin was faintly visible under the red gauze.

Her eyes slanted upwards, her alluring voice tinged with coldness: "You're about to kiss my male, wouldn't it be too magnanimous of me not to come and ruin your show?"

"What did you say? You...you're male?!" Yu Yu screamed, somewhat incredulous.

Fu Ying's red lips curved slightly. Suddenly, she reached out and pulled open the collar of the Nightless Marquis's robe. Her slender fingertips traced the red fox seal pattern on the back of his neck. The seal pattern seemed to come alive when she touched it.

"You really formed a bond?!" Yu Yu's face paled, and she couldn't help but clench her fists. This was the first time she had ever liked a male so much, not even caring about his lowly insectoid status!
Fuying tiptoed, her red veil fluttering as she pressed herself almost against Bu Yehou, her red lips close to his ear, her breath hot against his: "The insignia is etched into your very bones, why are you pretending to be mute?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Fuying bit his ear hard.

The moment the sharp teeth pierced his skin, the muscles of the Nightless Marquis tensed, his jawline became as sharp as a blade, a suppressed groan escaped his throat, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"Speak." As she released her teeth, the tip of her tongue lingered suggestively over the bleeding tooth mark.

The Undying Marquis stared coldly at Fu Ying, his colorful beastly eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. After a moment, he looked down at her with disdain and contempt: "Do you think you're any better than this bunch of scruffy birds?"

Fu Ying stared at him for a long time, then suddenly took a half step back.

The moment she left the body of the Nightless Marquis, the icy touch vanished, and an unnatural flush appeared at the corners of her eyes. The cinnabar mole between her brows was bright red, and the surging heat within her body seemed even more domineering.

The Marquis of Nevernight frowned as he looked at her: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, his nostrils flared, and a storm raged in his colorful eyes.

He was all too familiar with that taste.

The sweet fragrance lingering around his nose made his muscles tense instantly, and the blush at the corners of Fuying's eyes deepened.

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her body exuded a sweet, sticky aura, like honey.

"Clang-"

The male members of the Painted Snipe tribe were restless, and some of the younger ones had already dropped their bone knives.

They knelt on the ground, panting, emitting sharp bird-like cries from their throats. Their eyes were bloodshot, their magnificent crests bristled, and their long tail feathers trembled as they swept across the ground—a reaction only seen when the Painted Sandpiper Beastmen were courting.

Yu Yu's expression changed drastically: "Are you all crazy?!"

She turned around, about to say something to Sang Jie, but found that she had also disappeared!
Fu Ying walked slowly to a male kneeling on the ground, and gently lifted his chin with her slender fingertips.

The Marquis of Nevernight had a sinister look in his eyes, and the butterfly pattern on his face flickered, but he still managed to suppress a cold laugh.

He stared at Fuying's actions, his tongue slowly brushing against his canine teeth. Even though he hated Fuying to the extreme, she was still his female. Now that she was in heat, she went to find a mixed-breed bird.

"I've heard that in the Painted Sandpiper family, the male incubates and raises the eggs. Is that true?"

The young Painted Snipe beastman grunted, the feathers on the side of his neck bristled, and he nodded tremblingly.

Fu Ying raised the corners of her eyes slightly, a lazy smile playing on her lips, and turned her head to look at Bu Ye Hou.

"You heard that, most males probably don't have that kind of luck."

"Since you're so disgusted with me, then consider my visit as meddling in other people's business and stay here."

With that, Fuying turned and left, the red veil drawing a sharp arc in the air.

The light in her eyes flickered uncertainly, and even the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra" could not suppress the surging emotions within her body.

The Marquis of Nevernight's seven-colored pupils suddenly contracted, his knuckles clenched until they turned white, and his aura seemed to plummet into an abyss.

His cold voice was filled with anger, each word distinct: "Fuying! You actually handed me over to someone else?" He suddenly sneered, his eyes surging with crimson: "Ha, I forgot, you've always been so heartless."

Fuying suddenly stopped and turned to look at him.

A vibrant hue spread across her eyes, her fingertips lightly stroking her burning cheeks, her alluring voice tinged with a hint of mockery: "You admit it, you're mine?"

The rage on the face of the Unnight Marquis suddenly froze. Before he could react, the vines binding him broke apart.

A streak of crimson light suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him sharply in front of Fuying.

Fu Ying reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, her burning forehead pressed against his chest, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. The cool touch made her let out a satisfied sigh: "Since he's mine now, then... thank you for your trouble."

(End of this chapter)