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Chapter 201: Conquering the Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic

He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze tracing every contour of Luo Heng with an appraising look.

She raised her voice at the end, full of admiration: "It looks really good."

Luo Hengyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes reddened, and when she looked up at her, ripples appeared in her purple eyes: "Is that so?"

"Of course." Fu Ying chuckled and nodded very seriously. Luo Heng just lacked some confidence. With more exposure to people, given time, she will definitely be able to support the body and aura of the Nine-Star Extreme Realm.

If things go wrong, she will help him stand tall again in the Nine Star Realm and have a life of his own.

Luo Heng pursed her lips, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, her voice soft: "Thank you, thank you... A-Ying."

Thank you for taking me home despite past grievances, thank you for giving me a place to shelter me from the wind and rain, and thank you even more for letting me stay by your side as your partner.

Having experienced the ways of the world, Fu Ying naturally understood the complex emotions hidden in Luo Heng's words.

She gently raised her red lips, moved closer to his side, and placed her slender hand on the cool back of his hand.

Luo Heng's body suddenly stiffened, but she did not pull away, only her eyes flickered uncertainly under her long eyelashes.

Fu Ying looked up at him and smiled gently, "Let's forget everything from the past and start over, shall we?"

Luo Heng stared blankly into her eyes, which were like starlight, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "I thought that what you were thinking was rebellion."

Fu Ying suddenly chuckled softly: "I've said it before, I've never mistaken you and Ni. He will always come back. What I should be worried about now is, if you two start fighting after he comes back, who should I help?"

She raised the corner of her eye slightly, her voice carrying a hint of teasing, which instantly broke Luo Heng's dazed expression.

He lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, his laughter gentle.

As soon as Fu Ying saw Luo Heng out and closed the door, the smile on her face vanished.

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As Luo Heng slowly approached, several men, some sitting, some leaning, and some standing, simultaneously raised their eyes, their gazes sweeping over her like blades.

Normally, this timid orc would have already retreated, but now, faced with the almost sharp gazes of these people, he only paused slightly before continuing to walk towards them.

A magnificent black brocade robe outlined his slender figure, with flowing gold patterns that suppressed his former fragility.

Luo Heng lowered her eyelashes slightly, her gaze passing over everyone and landing directly on Wu in the corner: "She wants you to come over."

The pheasant stood straight as a spear, its golden and red eyes sweeping over Luo Heng. It then grabbed Yu Li's wrist and headed towards the bamboo house.

Suddenly, a dark figure blocked their way.

Teng lazily bent his arm, blocking Wu and Yu Li, and sneered arrogantly, "Wu, do I need to remind you? Tonight, A Ying has been calling out for her beastly husband, he..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Yu Li from head to toe, before scoffing, "Was she worthy?"

Teng had a bad temper and was used to provoking others. When he spoke, his tone rose at the end of his sentences, and he even emphasized the word "pei" a few more times.

Yu Li's golden eyes suddenly turned cold, and his aura darkened as he stared coldly at the snake that kept provoking him.

He seemed to have gotten used to the strange animal skin on his body. His posture was relaxed yet domineering. His dark green eyes turned into vertical pupils, and he stared at him as if he were looking at prey. Ha, a mere snake dares to take an eagle as its prey.

Teng licked the tip of its teeth, and the scales on the side of its neck were faintly visible.

Wu didn't even flinch, his golden eyes fixed on Teng, his aura sharp: "This is none of your business."

“If it concerns A-Ying, then it’s my business!” Teng glanced at him mockingly, his voice sinister.

He raised his hand and casually tugged at the tie that was tightly around his neck. If it weren't for A-Ying's preference, he would have already pulled it off. But even this action still loosened a few buttons, revealing the crimson fox fur pattern on his neck. Teng glanced down at the "wild and unrestrained" lapel, frowned, and muttered, "A-Ying won't be angry, will she?"

As he spoke, a rare hint of unease crept into his sinister tone, and even his dark green vertical pupils widened slightly.

Just as the atmosphere between the two sides was tense, Bai Cang suddenly chuckled and said casually, "Aying is getting impatient."

With just one sentence, the tension and awkwardness in the air vanished instantly.

Teng glanced at Yu Li impatiently, but finally stepped aside and let Wu and Yu Li pass.

He leaned against a tree trunk with his arms crossed, his dark green eyes half-closed, coldly staring at Yu Li's back, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

This guy, he's still got his hands dirty. Ha.

Fuying sat at the table, adjusting the camera, when someone pushed open the door and brought in a gust of wind.

She looked up and saw Wu dragging Yu Li in. Both of them were expressionless, but Wu was always like this, while Yu Li had a gloomy expression and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Did Teng make things difficult for you?" Fu Ying raised an eyebrow, understanding almost without much thought.

Perhaps eagles and snakes are natural enemies. Teng has always disliked Yu Li, so it would be strange if he didn't spit out his tongue and bite her.

Yu Li looked up at her, but the anger surging in his eyes froze when he met her languid gaze.

He turned his head away, letting out a barely audible hum, but his long, slender fingers loosened slightly.

Fu Ying glanced at him, put the camera on the table, stood up, pulled Wu over, and smiled at him: "Come on."

Wu was never one to enjoy joining in the fun; if it weren't for his amnesia, he definitely wouldn't have come.

As for having another Yu Li, she had no particular thoughts. Both were stunning beauties, so it wasn't a loss.

These two brothers, one calm and the other arrogant, both possessed a sharp edge that made people afraid to look directly at them.

Fu Ying looked up at Wu, pointed to the animal skin on his body, and tentatively asked, "Shall I help you take it off?"

Wu looked at her questioningly, without a trace of shyness on his face: "Aren't we partners?"

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow slightly, but before he could make a move, Wu had already calmly opened his arms, letting Fu Ying remove the animal skin from his body.

The moment the animal hide slipped off, it revealed a body covered in scars, yet with firm muscles.

Fu Ying's fingertips hovered over those hideous scars, not falling for a long time. New wounds covered old ones, some even damaging vital organs. He had suffered countless hardships during his days as a wandering beastman.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Ying gently stroked his scar with her fingertips, her voice very soft.

This classic quote is perfectly suited to the handsome, strong, and tragic male protagonist, and Wu is clearly one of them.

In the novel's plot, not only is the self-inflicted injury tactic always effective, but feeling sorry for the handsome, strong, and tragic male protagonist is also an excellent way to win him over, so she naturally wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass her by.

The duck's muscles suddenly tensed, like a string.

Yu Li had been leaning lazily to one side with his arms crossed, but when he saw Fu Ying unhesitatingly remove the prince's animal skin and even reach out to touch him, his fists clenched so tightly that they cracked, and his handsome face darkened even more.

He sneered, "To wandering orcs, pain is the least of their worries."

(End of this chapter)