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Chapter 132 Fu Ying is in trouble

"Wandering...slave?" Fu Ying curved her lips into a smile, but her tone was indifferent.

The young man with the painted snipe's pupils suddenly contracted. Just as he was about to reply, a beam of light was already close to his brow. His body swayed slightly, his mind felt like it was falling from the clouds, and his consciousness shattered in an instant.

The light of the bewitching spell on Fuying's fingertips hadn't faded, and her eyes were icy: "Where is Wu?"

The young man with the painted snipe had a vacant look in his eyes and mumbled as if in a dream, "In the Golden Eagle tribe."

Fu Ying narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing in them: "The Wu clan?"

The young painted snipe had a blank expression, its neck stiffly nodding up and down, as if controlled by silken threads.

When he regained consciousness, the beautiful woman was no longer in sight.

The young man with the painted snipe dug his fingertips deep into his palms, but when he looked around, there was only emptiness. He tapped his somewhat dizzy forehead, and if it weren't for the rich, sweet fragrance still lingering around him, he would have thought it was all an illusion.

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Instead of going to the Golden Eagle Tribe, Fu Ying returned to the Black Crocodile Swamp.

Firstly, the Golden Eagle tribe's settlement is far from the Black Crocodile Swamp, and traveling back and forth would take too much time.

Secondly, even if she went now, given Wu's rigid and stubborn nature, he definitely wouldn't go with her.

Thirdly, there are still a few people waiting at the Black Crocodile Swamp, and if she doesn't go back soon, things might get chaotic.

Finally, and most importantly, the intense heat of her heat cycle was so intense that even she found it difficult to completely suppress it. If she didn't navigate this period smoothly, she feared she might lose control.

She didn't want to attract a few more beastly husbands outside for no reason; the current few were troublesome enough.

Instead of thinking too much, why not wait until the rainy season ends and rescue the person directly at the tribal trade fair? The damsel in distress rescues the hero trope never fails, and this is a good opportunity to make a good impression on Wu.

In my memory, Wu seemed to be a very rigid, fatherly man.

The original owner's encounter with the duck was much simpler.

Although Wu's temperament was as rigid as a stone, he was also exceptionally handsome. What was even more special was that he was a variant of the Golden Eagle clan. While other members of his clan were covered in golden feathers, he had crimson-gold feathers that looked like burning flames in the sunlight, dazzling to the point of being blinding.

Unfortunately, he ended up being targeted by the original owner of this body.

Fu Ying sighed inwardly, wondering what kind of luck this brat had, running into such exceptional people.

What happened next was a foregone conclusion.

"Fuying" is, after all, the most beautiful woman in Beishan. If she really wanted to seduce a male, it would take almost no effort. She only had to put on a show of a delicate beauty in danger, which aroused the damned protective instinct of the male.

After that, he not only formed a pact with her, but also gave up his most treasured crimson-gold wings.

Bird-like beastmen are most proud of their plumage.

Their wings not only allow them to soar through the skies, but also serve as a powerful hunting tool.

But a duck that has lost its wings is like a bird with a broken spine, falling from the clouds to the dust.

He could no longer be the overlord of the sky, nor could he become a qualified land beastman.

With his star pattern shattered and his ability to fly gone, he lost the dignity of his entire clan, becoming a grotesque and utterly despicable figure.

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When Fuying returned to the Black Crocodile Swamp, it was already evening.

The tide of passion within her body began to surge again, burning her cheeks with an alluring blush. With each breath, the rich, sweet fragrance grew stronger, and the roars of beasts echoed throughout the forest.

Hearing the crisp sound of wild beasts crushing dry branches with their claws all around, a cold glint flashed in Fuying's beautiful eyes.

Just as she was about to teach these ignorant beasts a lesson, her waist suddenly tightened.

The familiar vines silently twined around her. After not seeing her for a few days, their fine, sharp serrations seemed to have lost their ferocity, gently caressing her waist, even showing a hint of ingratiation.

Fu Ying's eyes flickered as she looked at Ni, who emerged from the woods. His figure was tall and slender, almost blending into the shadows. The torrential rain lashed down, yet it couldn't wash away the faint, alluring fragrance emanating from him, clear and captivating, making one's heart flutter.

Fu Ying's eyes sparkled as she stretched out her arm towards Ni, her voice soft and alluring: "What are you doing here?"

Hearing that almost honey-scented voice, the coldness in Ni Zitong's eyes turned into a misty fog.

He suddenly leaned forward and pulled Fuying into his arms. His strong arms held her so tightly that she could hardly breathe. His hot breath brushed against her ear, and his voice was low and husky: "I thought you wouldn't come back."

Fu Ying's red lips curved slightly, her slender and nimble fingers restlessly prying open his shirt, and she pressed her burning cheek against his cold chest. The touch of their skin and the cool sensation immediately soothed the churning heat within her.

Fu Ying couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh: "If I don't come back... where else can I go?"

Her voice rose slightly at the end, carrying a hint of allure.

Ni scooped Fuying up in his arms, looked down at her blushing face, his long eyebrows furrowed slightly, and pressed his forehead against her cheek. His purple curly hair fell down, sweeping an ambiguous arc between them.

"Your heat cycle is too intense, so you shouldn't go out during this time."

His voice was low and husky, exuding an undeniable power.

Fuying nuzzled against his neck, like a spoiled cat, letting out soft whimpers, as if she wanted to absorb all the coolness from his skin.

"Don't be afraid." Ni tightened his arms around her, his steps steady, carrying her through the Black Crocodile Swamp. The outline of the bamboo house gradually became clear, and the bone bells hanging under the eaves of Qinglan jingled in the rain.

Fuying leaned lazily against Ni's shoulder, her peripheral vision sweeping over the bamboo house.

In just a few days, the bamboo house has been completely transformed.

Although the moonflowers had not yet bloomed, other wildflowers, such as wild roses, were planted in the corner of the house. Despite the torrential rain, they still bloomed freely and flamboyantly. The bamboo houses had also been renovated and rebuilt, making them appear more sturdy.

Moreover, two newly built side rooms have appeared next to it, but I don't know what they are used for.

She carried Fuying back, and the sweet scent immediately startled the people in the room.

"Aying!"

Bai Cang, silvery white as a waterfall, had already swept up to him in the blink of an eye. His amber pupils suddenly contracted, and his slender fingers hovered in mid-air, wanting to touch Fuying, yet hesitant to do so: "Heat..."

Teng's face suddenly turned pale, and his dark green eyes were filled with guilt.

He was the one who led her out the door, but now he has brought her back in such a disheveled state.

Qinglan frowned, her gray-brown eyes filled with worry, and her clear, ethereal voice was tinged with anxiety: "We can talk about it later. A female's heat is like being burned by a raging fire. Help her first!"

Without uttering a word, Ni carried the armrests and stepped straight into the bamboo house.

Bai Cang's silver hair fluttered wildly in the damp night wind, and his amber eyes held a turbulent undercurrent.

Qinglan's expression was aloof, and her gray-brown pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

The dark scales on Teng's neck emerged, and his knuckles cracked as he clenched them.

Although the men had different expressions, they all tacitly made way for each other.

Bai Cangmi's face was solemn: "For the next few days, we will take turns taking care of Aying and make sure she gets through her heat cycle smoothly. We'll talk about anything else after the rainy season is over."

Just as the group was about to leave, the door of the bamboo house was suddenly pushed open with a brute force, making a piercing creaking sound.

Standing up inside the room, he exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

His expression was gloomy, and his purple eyes surged with a destructive undercurrent, as if they were about to incinerate everything. His voice was low and horribly hoarse as he said, word by word, "Something has happened. Come in, everyone."

(End of this chapter)