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Chapter 143 I wasn't born for you, I am just myself

“Yingying…”

Luo Heng's whole body stiffened, her knuckles tightened inch by inch, and the blue veins on the back of her pale hands grotesquely snaked.

As he trembled, his purple eyes gradually turned crimson.

Suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and as if all his strength had been drained, his knees slammed heavily to the ground. His whole body seemed to have been ripped from its body, his brows furrowed, the star pattern on his forehead constantly breaking and reforming, cold sweat sliding down his chin, and his gasps between his teeth were broken, as if he was enduring great pain.

“Yingying…”

Finally, his trembling body gradually calmed down.

He dug his five fingers into the ground with such force that his knuckles almost pierced his skin!

He was gasping for breath, like a dying fish struggling to draw in its last breath of air. The brilliant nine-star pattern on his forehead no longer shone; instead, it looked as if it had bled, eerie and mournful.

"Huh...why?"

"You share the same body with me, you should know that I love her!"

Her hoarse voice was filled with broken pain, and her long purple hair hung down in disarray.

“You kill her, heh heh, kill her…”

"How could this be..." He chuckled softly, a sound of blood churning in his throat, his voice chilling, yet each word seemed to tear at his heart and lungs: "You know perfectly well... I love her..."

"How dare I... how could I..."

The voice of the rebel suddenly broke in the trembling breath. His slender fingers suddenly pierced his heart, tearing flesh and blood apart, and a vibrant, beating green heart was ripped out!

Greenish bloodstains slid down the pale knuckles, winding into grotesque veins.

He stared blankly, then suddenly chuckled softly, his thin lips curving into an almost manic arc.

"Since...we're all tired of living..."

"It's time to wake up from this dream."

Ni's voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been scorched by hellfire, and his whole body was deathly cold and gloomy.

"Luoheng!"

From that direction, a sharp, cold voice rang out: "Luo Heng!"

Ni seemed not to hear the call, a strange smile playing on his lips as he stared at the weakly twitching green heart in his hand. Suddenly, his fingers snapped shut, and the heart burst in his palm, blood splattering everywhere, reflecting in his crazed and empty eyes.

Wu, who had just arrived, stood there stunned, looking at Luo Heng kneeling on the ground, seemingly insane, and was somewhat puzzled.

Back in the Oasis tribe, they all hated Fuying more than anyone else. He could understand why Luoheng would take action, and he agreed that killing this wicked woman would bring them all relief. But why was he in so much pain?

At the same time, a barely audible sigh came from deep within his body, like a taut bowstring finally snapping. Luo Heng's will finally relaxed at this moment, almost to the point of liberation.

This slight loosening caused a sickly smile to appear on Ni's lips.

Frenzy, ecstasy, as if being pulled by invisible threads.

His eyelashes were lowered, casting shadows on his pale face, which was flushed with spring colors. His long hair fell down, partially obscuring his eyelids. He exuded a rich, subtle fragrance, like a scorpion that had been lying in wait for its prey to lower its guard.

The next instant, he closed his eyes in reverse.

The beast crystal on his chest shone brightly, and the star pattern on his forehead shattered once again. This time, the shattering was accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, as if an invisible hand had personally crushed his star pattern.

The once empty chest was slowly reshaped into a jade-like heart by the pulse of the beast crystal, like grass and trees nourished by spring rain, filling the once empty chest with vitality once more. "You fear everything in this world, yet you crave only a sliver of moonlight. Then I will make you shine with all the suns of this world, scorching away your cowardice."

"Luo Heng, I was never born to protect you. I am just me."

“Yingying…” Ni looked up at the blinding halo, his voice breaking in the wind: “I’m sorry…”

"I really can't take it anymore." These few words were spoken so softly they sounded like a sigh.

He crawled out of the dark abyss, enduring all the pain and despair in the world. This is the most filthy part of this body. He only wants to tear apart the other self inside the body, devour the remaining light, and make this body belong only to him. Was he wrong?

He is the Moonflower, not a monster suffering from the scorching moonlight.

He knew that his Yingying was so strong, she would definitely be alright.

But he was no longer worthy to see her. He had failed to protect her, and what she had always wanted and tried to save was only Luo Heng, not Ni.

He knows better than anyone else.

She said she only loves males who can give birth to her offspring.

Now that the beast crystal has been sacrificed to Luo Heng, she should... be happy, right?
Her long, slender eyelashes fluttered gently, partially obscuring her deep purple pupils, casting a soft shadow on her pale skin. Her alluring, curly purple hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her look stunning.

Despite their eyes and brows being etched with a deathly stillness, at this moment, they revealed a rare, almost tender, illusion.

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"She survived being stabbed through the heart? Is she a monster?"

"Exactly, exactly, doesn't this female's heart grow in this direction?"

"Xingyao, are we really going to save her? Or should we? This tribal trade fair has turned into such a mess, and we haven't even sold any goods. Why bother with troubles on land? Let's get back to the deep sea as soon as possible!"

"..."

Fu Ying listened to the chattering sounds around her, her brows furrowed, and her eyelashes fluttered open.

The blinding light pierced her pupils like a sharp blade, causing her to be momentarily blind. She instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes, and with a "thud," the object in her palm fell onto her body.

She lowered her eyes, and her blurry vision gradually focused, revealing a broken doll.

The doll was even more dilapidated than before, lying quietly on the blood-stained clothes.

The "scapegoat" was used twice out of three certain deaths within a short period of just over a month.

Fu Ying tugged at her lips, a hint of self-mockery flashing in her eyes.

People really can't stay in comfort for too long. She was blinded by the masculine gentleness and threw even the most basic precautions to the back of her mind. If it weren't for the puppet taking her place, she would be dead by now.

The renowned top employee of the Transmigration Bureau almost fell victim to a target's scheme.

Ha, if she really died such a pathetic death, she could imagine how lively the Transmigration Bureau forum would be. Her reputation, which she had built up over the years, would be destroyed in one day, and she would almost become a laughing stock!
Fu Ying took a deep breath, gripped the broken doll tightly, and when she opened her eyes, her gaze suddenly turned cold.

This isn't some child's play trial for beginners; it's an SSS-level mission with a 100% mortality rate! Countless top executors have perished here; she was incredibly foolish!
Suddenly, Jingxiang's voice exploded in my ears, trembling with surprise.

"Hua Hua! You, you're really alright?!"

Fuying looked up at Jingxiang, whose long pink hair was flying and whose eyes were wide open.

Her eyes were fixed on Fuying's chest, and she gestured dramatically with her hands: "That sharp bone knife pierced right through you! Ouch, even if you're a great sorcerer, you still..."

As Jingxiang spoke, she gasped, finding it truly unbelievable.

(End of this chapter)