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Chapter 99 Nine Star Extreme Realm
In the glow of the sunset, he finally turned around.

As the purple animal skin clothing fluttered, an androgynous face was revealed.

His appearance was like a meticulous painting, with slightly upturned eyes that outlined a natural and elegant charm.

Long eyelashes partially obscured her deep purple pupils, like a thin mist rising in the twilight.

A wisp of alluring, curly purple hair fell down, hovering precisely on the bridge of his straight nose, forming an arc and casting a faint shadow. A subtle fragrance wafted around him.

Despite standing on the stench of the swamp, he was like a flower about to fall from a branch, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

Fu Ying's gaze fell on him, and she tilted her head slightly, a sigh rising in her heart.

He truly lives up to his reputation as one of the male leads; he's even more handsome than in the original owner's memories.

Just then, a gust of wind swept by, lifting the curly purple hair on his forehead, revealing a nine-star pattern that seemed even more dazzling than the glow of the sunset.

Fu Ying looked stunned, his breath caught in his throat, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

The nine-star pattern shone brightly, seemingly mocking Fuying's perception.

How long has it been since a one-star patterned plant beastman, who struggles to advance, reached the nine-star extreme realm?

Did she mistake someone for someone else?
Pulling her thoughts away from the allure of the other person's appearance, Fuying began to think seriously.

Luo Heng is a madman. When the Oasis Tribe was destroyed, his star pattern was already shattered. Even before it was shattered, he was just a boy curled up in the rotten leaves, his star pattern buried in the mud.

How could it possibly be the nine-star extreme realm beastman in front of me?

Fu Ying looked up seriously again, her gaze carefully tracing his features.

From her eyebrows to her eyes, and then to her lips, she was no different from the person in my memory, only more stunning.

If there's any difference, it's only in their eyes.

The roe dew curled up among the decaying leaves had no light in its eyes, like a dying ember.

At this moment, what flowed in those deep purple pupils before me was a cold, deathly, and gloomy feeling, like a damp and terrifying male ghost, carrying a sense of calm death and a faint sense of madness.

Could it be that even after the star pattern of the plant-beastman is shattered, it can still break through the shackles of bloodline and even reshape its soul?

Lost in thought, the morning breeze suddenly became thick, carrying a dangerously sweet scent.

Fu Ying squinted, his toes grinding a half-circle into the damp moss.

The vines tore through the humus layer, coiling around from all directions, and even growing rows of sharp serrations.

Lingnan screamed, grabbed the young beastman by the back of the neck, and transformed into an ape to flee.

In their haste, they forgot to take their prey with them, and the serrated vines dug into the prey's flesh.

Fuying stood on the bone stake, watching her prey deflate rapidly like a punctured balloon.

The next instant, vines emerged from the prey's empty eye sockets, their sharp, blood-stained thorns wriggling gently as they lashed out at Fuying once more.

Fuying twirled lightly on his toes, leaned back to avoid the vines, and bent his waist into a breathtaking arc.

She glanced at Luo Heng out of the corner of her eye, and a burst of flame suddenly shot out from her fingertips.

Fire overcomes wood.

Golden-red flames shot high into the air, their tongues billowing and scorching the vines, causing them to curl up wildly and even emitting a teeth-grinding "sizzle." A stench of rotting flesh and green plants filled the air.

Wisps of thick smoke rose, shrouding the swamp in a hazy mist once more.

Fu Ying's lips curled slightly as a rich fragrance suddenly drew near, the nine-star pattern flickering uncertainly in the mist.

Luo Heng stood on the swamp, staring at Fu Ying standing on the bone stake. His voice was low and hoarse, like that of a demon from hell: "You have my aura on you. Why?" As he spoke, his deep purple eyes stared straight at Fu Ying, his pale face expressionless.

Fu Ying paused slightly, looked Luo Heng up and down, and asked tentatively, "You don't recognize me?"

Luo Heng seemed not to understand, staring at Fu Ying like a puppet on strings, and repeated, "You have my scent on you, why?"

This time, his tone carried a barely perceptible hint of irritation.

Fu Ying quickly weighed the options in her mind, then suddenly smiled.

With a flicker of her eyes, she leaned in, her slender fingers tracing a path that eventually rested on his heart.

"The reason I have your scent on me is because we have formed a bond; you are my beast husband."

Luo Heng did not stop her. Her deep purple pupils seemed frozen as she stared straight at her without even a tremor in her eyelashes.

Fu Ying pulled open Luo Heng's animal skin coat, looked at the red fox markings on his neck, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don't know why Luo Heng seems like a completely different person, I haven't made a mistake, it really is him.

"Beastman?" Luo Heng tilted her head, her long, rich, deep purple hair falling over Fuying's shoulders.

He imitated Fuying's movements, clumsily but irresistibly pulling open her animal skin garment, only to see a smooth, white neck, nothing else.

"You're lying to me." Luo Heng's Adam's apple bobbed, and her cold eyes held a deathly aura.

Fu Ying was slightly taken aback, then curled her lips into a mischievous smile at him.

She guided his slightly stiff hand, lifted the hem of his shirt, and on his slender, snow-white abdomen, a purple double-petaled flower bloomed softly, its fragrance perfectly blending with the person before her.

Fu Ying looked at the alluring and androgynous face before him, his fingertips gently tracing the swaying moonflower on her abdomen, his voice tinged with seriousness: "I didn't lie to you."

Whether Luo Heng has lost his memory or his soul has truly been reshaped, as long as the person is correct, it makes no difference to her. On the contrary, his re-condensation of the star pattern makes it easier for her to act.

I just don't understand how a flower could do that kind of thing?

Suddenly I became curious.

Luo Heng lowered her eyelids, her long purple eyelashes unblinking as she stared at the moonflower on her lower abdomen.

Suddenly, he spoke, pointing to the other markings on her waist, and asked, "What are these?"

Fu Ying: "???"

Before she could speak, Luo Heng's slender fingers had already begun to wipe, but no matter how much force he used, the patterns remained unmoved. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and a serrated vine sprouted from his fingertips.

Fu Ying's lips twitched, and she grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?!"

Luo Heng lifted her eyelids slightly, her tone calm: "Am I not your beast husband?"

The next instant, he suddenly leaned closer, a gentle smile on his face, two sharp white teeth peeking out from between his red lips, carrying a hint of horror: "Wipe them clean, and I'll be your beast husband."

The vines twined around the slender waist of the hibiscus, their serrated edges digging into the flesh, seeping blood.

Fu Ying stared at Luo Heng for a long time; he was so different from before.

Among the seven beastmen, Luo Heng was the most timid and cowardly. Because of the original owner's torment, she was submissive and never dared to refute. When she was whipped, she could only curl up in a corner, bite the back of her hand, and cry silently.

Is the Luo Heng before me, so domineering and possessive, really the same person?

The markings don't lie, but this crazy energy seems to be possessed by some evil spirit.

(End of this chapter)