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Chapter 179 What You Want Is Me
Fuying gripped Danyue's hand tightly and followed the clues on the map to search across the grassland.

From sunset to moonrise, I searched for the moon to rise high in the sky, smelling the rich fragrance of moonflowers in the air, confirming each one.

Just as she suspected, Luo Heng was indeed running away and suffering immense mental torment. Perhaps his greatest act of courage in his life was to stab his female in the face of everyone.

Fuying slowly squatted down, her skirt spreading out on the verdant meadow.

She parted a few clumps of tangled weeds with her fingertips, looking at the moonflowers hiding inside.

The moonflower huddled in the shadow of the boulder, like a crumpled piece of purple gauze.

It looked as if it had gone through a long drought, and had begun to wither and die, with its closed flower buds drooping listlessly.

As the night wind blew, its stem trembled and bent, almost lying flat on the ground, quite different from its kind around it that stood proudly facing the moon.

Fu Ying looked at the dried dark red spot on its flower bud, the color seemingly seeping into the veins of the petals. It was the blood that Luo Heng had brought out when she plunged the bone knife into her body with trembling hands.

"What's wrong with him?" Dan Yue cast a shadow behind her, somewhat puzzled.

“Afraid of moonlight.” Fu Ying looked down at the moonflower hiding in the crack of the rock, a trace of sorrow flashing in her eyes.

Moonlight streamed around the boulder, but Luo Heng stubbornly hid herself in the darkness. Her petals, which should have been absorbing the moonlight and unfolding, were tightly wrapped together, as if afraid of a deadly poison.

For a moment, she anticipated that the one in control of the Moonflower would be the one who rebelled.

But she knew very well that Ni would never hide; he would always face difficulties head-on and live even in the face of death.

The once moon-shining hibiscus has now become a "monster" that fears moonlight.

"Luoheng?" Fuying reached out and touched the flower bud.

The moment her fingertips touched the petals, the moonflower trembled violently, as if it had been greatly frightened. Its stem curled up in panic, forcibly pulled away from her fingertips, and shrank even deeper into the shadow of the boulder.

"Don't be afraid..." Fu Ying said softly, sniffing the slightly bitter scent of herbs and trees, her red lips slightly pursed.

Dan Yue glanced at Fu Ying, then at the terrified Luo Heng, and got up to walk a short distance away.

He stopped five steps away, his slender figure disappearing into the undulating grass. The moonlight gilded his azure hair, and his gaze was fixed on the delicate figure sitting cross-legged beside the boulder.

"Luo Heng, perhaps I should have told you sooner that I am not the Fu Ying you know. I come from another world and came to the Beastman Continent across time and space because of you and those males who have been hurt."

“You shouldn’t have to face the pain of shattered star patterns. I’m here to help you.”

"Although I was forced to take on everything for 'Fuying,' it's something she owes you. If it can help you get out of the torment of the past, then it's worth it. By the way, look what this is!"

Fuying spoke softly to Zhaoyuehua and took out an egg from her spatial storage.

The eggshell shimmered with iridescent light and pulsated gently.

"Your knife almost prevented this little guy from being born."

"However, he has grown a lot now and will be a very strong cub in the future."

Fu Ying paused in her gentle voice, her gaze falling on the boulder: "But the cubs always need someone to take care of them after they hatch. You know, the Marquis of Nightless City still has unresolved issues; he doesn't even know he's become a father."

In the night breeze, the moonflowers trembled slightly.

"Luo Heng, cubs need to be cared for. You and he have a deep connection. Don't you want to make up for it?"

I wonder if it was Fuying's words that struck a chord with Luoheng.

The moonflower growing in the crevice of the rock suddenly swayed, its petals unfolding layer by layer, releasing a rich fragrance. Its slightly yellow leaves gently unfurled, reaching out to lightly and cautiously touch the shimmering eggshell. The larva inside seemed to have caught the scent and pulsed joyfully.

Fu Ying curved her lips into a smile and said softly, "I am not the real 'Fu Ying'. I will not force you to do anything you don't want to do. I only hope that you can get out of the pain of the past and live freely."

"Luo Heng, I don't blame you."

The sound of the swaying pillars is like a gentle stream, softly seeping into every corner of the cracks in the stone.

After an unknown amount of time, a bright purple light suddenly shone from the crevice in the rock!

As the light gradually faded, a slender figure was already squatting beside the rock with his knees drawn up to his chest. His purple hair was disheveled, with dewdrops still clinging to the ends. As he slowly raised his eyes to look at the pillar in front of him, his lips trembled slightly.

"Luo Heng?" Fu Ying looked at the orc in front of her who looked exactly like Ni and called out tentatively.

Actually, there's no need to test them. Although they look alike, their temperaments are completely different.

Unlike the near-dead darkness and madness of Ni Shang, Luo Heng is delicate, even her breathing is trembling.

"Luoheng?" Fuying called again, her voice even softer.

Luo Heng's eyelashes trembled violently, her pale lips were tightly pressed together, and her purple pupils showed timidity. Although there were nine star patterns blooming on her forehead, she looked as if she could be blown down by a gust of wind.

A moment later, his gaze swept across Fuying's chest, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He spoke, his voice weak: "He...can you...save him?"

He paused slightly, then fell silent.

Of course she knew who the "he" Luo Heng was talking about was.

Luo Heng's breathing was short and shallow. He dared not look at Fu Ying, but held his breath and stared at the swaying waves of grass in the distance.

“I…I didn’t know he would give me everything. I owe him so much.”

The night wind whipped his purple hair, revealing the scar on his chest—the last mark of power left to him by Ni, yet also a form of revenge.

"You're amazing, could you... save him? I'll give him everything."

"Including...this life."

As she spoke, tears welled up in Luo Heng's eyes.

Fu Ying lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath her eyes. Her fingertips trembled slightly, yet she still spoke in a calm voice, "Luo Heng, I'm sorry, I am not a god."

She is not a creator goddess; she cannot bring the dead back to life, let alone reverse death, which is akin to the soul.

"From the moment he chose to end his own life so that you could live, there has been no more reversal in this world."

Luo Heng's pupils suddenly contracted, and she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

He swayed slightly, the moonlight shining on his arm, scorching a patch of skin, but he seemed oblivious to the pain. In that instant, all the moonflowers around him withered.

Purple petals fluttered down, like a silent rain.

Luo Heng clenched her fist, as if she had mustered a lot of courage, and turned to look at Fu Ying.

He met her eyes, and managed to squeeze out a dry, hoarse sentence: "He said, you...you've always wanted me, not him. But I know you feel differently about him."