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Chapter 180 Even the Beast God was so angry he manifested his power.
Fuying froze.

She suddenly realized an absurd fact.

From the moment he met Ni, every thought he had was for her to kill Luo Heng and take over this body. But this obsessive and mad beastman lost all motivation to live the moment he lost her, giving everything to the soul he hated most.

At the tribal trade fair, she actually saw the madness shattering inch by inch in Ni Zi's eyes.

What remains in the end is not hatred, but the ultimate love, and the unspoken... fulfillment.

He knew better than anyone what she wanted.

Therefore, he personally gave life to her goal, fulfilling her wish in the most cruel way.

Fuying put the egg back into the space and held Luoheng's hand.

His body stiffened, a hint of resistance and rejection flashed in his eyes, but he ultimately did not pull his hand away.

Fu Ying pulled him up and draped a black cloak over him, blocking the bright moonlight. Under the shadow, Luo Heng's taut shoulders finally relaxed slightly.

Fu Ying's long eyelashes trembled slightly. Although her expression was calm, her fingertips were pale and stiff, revealing a hint of pain.

She gently closed her fingers, gripping his wrist as if trying to hold onto the last trace of warmth that belonged to Ni. After a long while, she said, "Let's go back. There will always be a way. I will find him."

These words were spoken softly, it was unclear whether they were meant for Luo Heng or for herself.

Luo Heng looked at Fu Ying intently, her voice low and filled with a sense of relief: "You really aren't that person."

The night wind ruffled the edges of the cloak, bringing a chill to Luo Heng. The female who had taken pleasure in torturing him and left him with endless shamelessness was completely different from the female before him. They were not the same.

"She's dead, isn't she?"

Fu Ying was slightly taken aback, but when she looked up, she saw Luo Heng smile gently, as if she had finally escaped from a long nightmare.

While he was immersed in this body, he was always in a daze. Occasionally, he would be awake for a moment and watch how she coaxed Ni, how the two of them whispered sweet nothings to each other. Ni's purple eyes were filled with a kind of obsessive entanglement that he hated, and it also made him feel an even colder disgust.

Until the clamor of the tribal trade fair, he seized a fleeting opportunity. When the sharp bone knife pierced her heart, he no longer thought of living. Killing Fuying would free him.

But he never expected that Ni would love a female so much.

Wasn't he initially using him? Trying to make the inner demon "Fuying" kill the person inside his body.

How could someone who is clearly a cold, cruel, and emotionless "monster" actually fall in love?

Luo Heng suddenly remembered a scene he had glimpsed in a moment of chaos.

It wasn't a passionate, intimate embrace; rather, he carefully pulled the sleeping female into his arms. His lowered purple eyes were no longer cold and lifeless, but instead held a deep affection he couldn't understand.

So at the moment when Ni gave up everything and left everything to him, he suddenly asked himself, was he really wrong?
But he is the one who suffered persecution and was left with painful memories!

Why should his obsessive and passionate love be considered great love, while his pain should be easily erased?

He can't forgive her, and he can't be intimate with her every day. He wants to break free. Is that wrong?

He was not wrong, but at the last moment, when he chose to abandon himself, he lost the right to hate.

What's even more ridiculous is that she was no longer herself; he personally used a bone knife to kill another version of himself.

Luo Heng closed her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you weren't her."

Fu Ying looked up at him but didn't respond. She simply pulled him toward Dan Yue.

Dan Yue immediately came forward. His long, azure hair shimmered like flowing water in the moonlight. His eyes were gentle, and he reached out to tug at Fu Ying's clothes. When he looked at Luo Heng, his expression was indifferent, but he still nodded to him.

Luo Heng silently accepted this distant politeness.

He remembered the male whose tail scales had been removed, and Fuying's several partners. He wasn't very familiar with any of them, but they all shared the same fate. Now, however, she had pieced them back together, one by one.

"Let's go back."

*
Back in the Black Crocodile Swamp, the rainy season was over, the Black Crocodile Beastmen had migrated, and all was quiet. Fu Ying led Dan Yue and Luo Heng across the swamp to the bamboo house.

The surrounding moonflowers had all withered, leaving only a patch of scorched yellow. Luo Heng looked at it and lowered her head.

"Bai Cang?" Fu Ying frowned, not hearing any movement. She pushed open the bamboo houses one by one. They were neat and tidy inside, but no one was there. Judging from the fine dust on the table, they had been gone for some time.

Fu Ying rubbed her temples. It seemed that even though they had sent a message, they were still worried and had gone out to look for her again.

Dan Yue frowned and asked, "They left again?"

Fu Ying gently stroked the pattern and nodded: "It seems so, but it's alright."

She sent out another communication bird.

"Alright, it's getting late, let's rest first." Fu Ying pulled Dan Yue and casually found a bamboo house.

As for Luo Heng, she didn't need to worry about where he lived, as the bamboo house in Ni was now vacant.

"This is... where Qinglan lives?" Danyue asked softly as soon as she entered.

"Does it smell?" Fu Ying was a little surprised. She knew that animals had a very good nose, but Qing Lan had been gone for several days, and the remaining scent should have dissipated. How could Dan Yue smell it?
Dan Yue shook her head: "It's not the smell. My senses are much less acute on the shore. It's the bone bell on the eaves."

Looking out the window from the pillar, the bone bells hanging under the bamboo eaves were emitting soft, tinkling sounds.

She couldn't help but smile. Of all the beastmen, only Qinglan would be so elegant as to adorn herself with bone ornaments.

Fu Ying tidied up the room and changed the bedding. She pulled Dan Yue down to lie down, placed his hand on his lower abdomen, and then asked in a low voice, "Back in the Oasis Tribe, were you and Qing Lan on good terms?"

In short, one is aloof and the other is gentle; one loves beautiful voices and the other was born with a great singing voice; both are pure and untainted by worldly dust.

The only difference is that one was snatched back under duress from "Fuying".

One was ensnared by a carefully crafted trap by "Fuying," who tricked her back with sweet words.

They're all equally stupid.

When the "Oasis Tribe" was mentioned, Dan Yue's expression momentarily became dazed.

He quickly realized what was happening and said softly, "I guess... I can say a few words."

At this point, Dan Yue paused, then hesitated, "What you said to Luo Heng..."

Although he didn't consciously listen to their conversation, the evening breeze still carried snippets of their whispers to his ears.

In an instant, all his doubts turned into a key, unlocking all the chains of confusion in his heart.

He had always felt that Fuying had changed a lot, but it turned out that it wasn't that she had changed, but that she had never been herself.

"Yes, that's the truth." Fuying nodded, readily admitting it.

The Transmigration Bureau does not prohibit mission takers from revealing their identities. As long as the situation is not worsened and the mission is completed perfectly, they do not restrict any kind of rhetoric.

The only ones to worry about are these male protagonists who have died childless and are driven mad by fate.

They are consumed by a devastating hatred; even if the truth were told, would they believe it?

will not.

Fuying's experience is full of blood and tears.

They will use the truth as a pretext for sophistry, a malicious provocation.

Fu Ying reached out and wrapped her arms around Dan Yue's taut waist, her long eyelashes gently brushing against his shoulder.

Her voice carried a hint of mockery: "If I were still that wicked female 'Fuying' from back then, the Beast God would be so angry that he would manifest himself, right? Even if he were the most muddle-headed and ignorant person, he wouldn't allow someone like 'Fuying' to become a witch, would he?"

(End of this chapter)