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Chapter 129 Isn't this more exciting?
The Marquis of Nevernight frowned, and a disgusted groan escaped his throat: "Get out—".

However, before he could finish speaking, he and Fuying plummeted from the giant tree. In the midst of the dizzying spin, he instinctively reached out and grabbed her waist. Her black hair flew wildly, like a ball of scorching fire falling into his arms.

His abilities are now restricted, preventing him from taking human form, but he doesn't feel afraid.

The Marquis of Nevernight lowered his gaze to Fuying, his eyes filled with dark and turbulent emotions.

Her brows were flushed with a blush of spring, her eyes burning red, and she held him tightly, her nails almost digging into his back. This tender posture seemed to overlap with that blood-red rainy season...

But at this moment, the sweet scent emanating from her and the heat emanating from her on his neck felt very unfamiliar.

It was an unfamiliar temperature that made him tremble.

He wanted to push the person away, but he couldn't exert force in mid-air.

Fu Ying noticed the Nightless Marquis's struggle and suddenly released his arms, the night wind howling between the two of them.

The night wind blew her long black hair wildly, and her red veil fluttered in the wind.

The Undying Marquis watched coldly, when suddenly he felt his body lighten and the force binding him dissipate.

The eerie butterfly pattern on the cheek of the Unnight Marquis flickered. He suddenly spun around in mid-air, his black hair flying wildly. In an instant, he switched places with Fuying. He stared at her, then suddenly let go of her hand, allowing her to fall towards the giant tree.

A venomous pleasure flickered in his seven-colored eyes: "It's time for you to taste what it's like to be abandoned."

She's a witch, she won't fall to her death, but he just doesn't want to hold her, doesn't want to see her smug!

Fu Ying raised the corners of her eyes slightly, and her red lips parted slightly, revealing a captivating smile. It was as if she had known he would do this, and she was not flustered at all. Her eyes sparkled and shone.

Just then, melodious birdsong suddenly rang out from all around the giant tree.

A huge, colorful snipe with its tail feathers fluttered past the Nightless Marquis and flew straight toward Fuying. Its feathers, as white as flowing clouds, shimmered, and in an instant, Fuying landed lightly on the back of the colorful snipe beastman.

"You've come at the perfect time." Fu Ying gently stroked the emerald feathers on the back of the young wren, her voice alluring.

As the Marquis of Nevernight gazed at the taut back of the Painted Snipe Beastman, his eyes were instantly filled with malevolence.

That nosy, scruffy bird!
The next instant, he swooped down, and the twelve magnificent butterfly wings on his back suddenly unfolded, the iridescent scales drawing a dazzling galaxy in the night sky!

He grabbed Fuying by the waist with such force that he almost broke her.

Fuying's long hair was blown about by the wind, his black strands intertwined with his butterfly wings.

The Marquis of Nevernight looked grim, his cold voice carrying a hint of danger: "You'd better wake up!"

Fu Ying laughed so hard her body trembled, her fingertips lightly tracing his violently heaving chest. Beneath her palm was his heart pounding uncontrollably, revealing that even the deepest hatred could not conceal the possessiveness in his bones—a masculine instinct.

The Lord of Nevernight, carrying the pillar, rode the wind and quickly disappeared from the Rainbow Snipe tribe.

He noticed the slight tremor of the person in his arms. When he looked down, he caught a glimpse of the joyful smile on her face. His glassy eyes suddenly darkened, and he uttered a chilling question through his teeth: "What are you laughing at?!"

Fuying nestled in his arms, tidied her disheveled hair, and laughed even harder: "Guess?"

The cold light in the eyes of the Undying Marquis grew even colder and more ferocious. He suddenly pushed her out of his embrace, but his five fingers were still gripping her wrist.

"Don't think that just because you saved me, I'll help you." A chilling laugh rolled down his throat. "If you hadn't used witchcraft to imprison my power, how could I have ended up being bullied by these scruffy birds?"

The word "humiliation" was practically spat out from between clenched teeth.

The memories of the Oasis Tribe are the past he least wants to think about since his rebirth! Those "humiliations" are bloody scars, like poisonous insects gnawing at his heart.

Fu Ying's eyes rippled slightly, the red gauze fluttered in the wind, brushing against the firm waist and abdomen of Bu Ye Hou, and the increasingly rich and sweet fragrance emanating from her body stirred up a shivering numbness.

"Then you can go." Fu Ying smiled brightly, her stunning eyes sparkling with spring light, her tender and passionate desire captivating all who beheld her: "There are still people waiting for me over there."

As she finished speaking, she lazily raised her eyes and gazed at the horizon.

The young man from the Painted Sandpiper tribe was still circling high in the sky, his colorful wings flashing with light, stubbornly refusing to leave.

Seemingly sensing her gaze, the young man from the Painted Sandpiper tribe suddenly let out a high-pitched cry.

The veins on the Marquis of Nevernight's knuckles bulged, almost crushing her wrist bones. He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, his fierce aura palpable, as if every word was imbued with the stench of blood: "Like, new, hate, old!"

Fu Ying glanced at him sideways, shook her head, and a smile appeared at the corner of her crimson eyes: "Females in heat can die. If I die, can you live?"

She traced her fingertips suggestively across the back of his hand, where veins bulged, and said seductively, "If you don't want to leave, then just watch from the side until I'm done."

After saying that, Fuying really began to break free from his restraints.

Her wrist slid in his palm, the pressure light, carrying a hint of ambiguous resistance.

A dark glint flashed in the eyes of the Undying Marquis. He raised his hand and grabbed her slender waist again, while his other hand, with a punitive intent, slapped her round and pert buttocks hard: "Don't move!"

He leaned down to look at her, his voice turning violent: "You're right, if you die, I won't live either."

His initial goal was not to kill Fuying, but to imprison her in the abyss forever.

"Then... can you help me?" Fu Ying's voice rose at the end, carrying a seductive tone. Before Hou Buye could answer, her slender fingers had already deftly opened his collar and slid into his burning chest, drawing ambiguous circles.

The veins on the Marquis of Nevernight's forehead bulged as he suddenly grabbed her wriggling wrist, his voice filled with dangerous coldness: "Do you think now is the right time?"

Fu Ying blinked, the corners of her eyes flushed a deep, blood-red hue: "Are you afraid that the painted snipe will see you?"

She chuckled softly and pressed herself even closer: "Isn't this more exciting?"

As she spoke, her rosy lips brushed against his taut jawline, leaving a passionate kiss on his bobbing Adam's apple. She placed her hand on his chest and said, "Look, your heart is about to jump out of your chest."

The Marquis of Nevernight felt a throbbing pain in his temples, and he looked at Fuying as if she were some kind of monster.

"Didn't you used to hate me the most?" Thinking of the past, the Marquis of Nightless's seven-colored eyes were filled with icy glints, but his fingertips uncontrollably caressed her slender waist.

Fu Ying's eyes curved slightly as she whispered in his ear, "Didn't you say that was in the past? Let's start over from now on?"

The Marquis of Nevernight frowned, about to speak, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his lips. Fuying had bitten the corner of his lip, the sweet, metallic taste of blood invading his mouth.

His breathing was heavy and disordered, and his palm, pressed against her back, was hot and burning.

The dazzling butterfly wings suddenly unfurled, plunging from mid-air into the tree canopy, pressing her entire body into the red veil.

Their breaths mingled, their panting mingling with the shimmering scales.

In that instant, all other thoughts were cast aside.

(End of this chapter)