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Chapter 276 I have... cubs?

Hector let out a high-pitched hiss, and the Corruption Zerg warriors waiting outside immediately swarmed behind her.

The Bladewing Zerg warriors took a deep breath, glanced cautiously at the Nightless Lord, and before he could speak, they had already shielded him and Fuying behind them, confronting the Corruption Zerg. The atmosphere became tense.

The Undying Marquis stared coldly at Fuying, then turned around, his magnificent wings gleaming with fluorescence.

He glanced at Hector indifferently and said calmly, "The ferocious beast was just an accident. Go back."

With that, he strode off into the insect hive.

The parasites were eyeing him covetously, and he didn't want to confront Fu Ying, thus giving them an opportunity.

Hector seemed not to hear him, his eyes fixed on Fuying behind the Marquis of Nevernight.

She hadn't seen the female before, but now that she suddenly met her long, beautiful eyes, a strong sense of crisis arose in her heart. She knew the nature of the Nightless Marquis; he never entangled himself with females, seemingly with an unspeakable aversion to them. Yet just now, he had actually protected that female. That instinct that erupted from his very bones made her uneasy.

Hector's heart leaped into her throat, and a surge of murderous intent welled up within her. At that moment, she didn't think about forming a mate or fighting off the parasites; she only wanted to kill this female who made her uneasy.

Perhaps because she had been motionless for a long time, the gray-eyed Marquis of Nightless City, who had taken a few steps, happened to see the surging killing intent in her eyes.

He frowned, his voice harsh as he said, "Hekti!"

Hearing his cold voice, Hector paused slightly; this was the first time she had heard her name from him.

Hector took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing the murderous intent in his heart. He forced himself to turn around, strode forward, and in front of Fuying, reached out and took the arm of the Undying Marquis, even glancing back with a provocative look.

She gave a slight smile and said softly, "I'll do whatever you say. Let's go back."

The Marquis of Nevernight suddenly tensed up, but he neither dodged nor pushed away.

Since it's impossible for me to be with Fuying, there's no need to leave any room for the two of us. Let it be.

The Marquis of Nevernight pondered in his heart, his expression growing even colder.

Hector breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat smug. It seemed she had overthought things, actually thinking that the Lord of the Nightless City would give up his power and choose a female outside the Triangle Abyss. Ha, she, Hector, was the most suitable for him.

Fu Ying watched their retreating figures quietly, thinking to herself that they were quite a good match.

Suddenly, a childish voice, trembling with tears, broke the silence of the insect hive: "Father—"

The voice was sharp and broken, as if it were being shouted with all the strength in the body.

"Father! Are you going to abandon me and Mother again?!"

The Marquis of Nevernight suddenly froze, a sharp pain instantly sweeping through his body. Although reason told him it was impossible, his body defied his will and uncontrollably looked in the direction of the sound.

The small figure was being held in the arms of that stupid snake, standing on the back of the behemoth that the Zerg warriors regarded as a ferocious beast.

The cub's skin was very white, as white as the snow outside the triangular abyss. Beneath its wet eyelashes, a pair of seven-colored glass eyes looked as if they had been washed with water. The butterfly pattern on its cheek was exactly the same as his, only more delicate and petite.

At this moment, that round, rosy little mouth revealed a few newly grown baby teeth, and it was crying its heart out. A very beautiful cub.

"Waaah... Father... Father... No, no, no immortality..." The cub's small body trembled constantly, its face flushed red, and even its breathing was filled with sobs as it desperately reached out its little hand to him.

The Marquis of Nevernight almost stopped breathing, his eyes fixed on the cub held in Teng's arms.

The cub that looks a lot like him.

Gasps of astonishment rose and fell around them. Both the Bladewing Zerg and the Corruption Zerg stared at Changsheng in disbelief, seemingly unable to understand how the Nightless Marquis had suddenly acquired a cub.

Indeed, no one would doubt Changsheng's identity; they look so alike, like they were made from the same mold.

Hector stared intently at Changsheng, then suddenly tightened her grip on the arm of the Nightless Marquis, her nails almost digging into his flesh. Her face turned pale and then flushed as she whispered, "Don't go! I am the Queen of the Zerg. I can give you many, many offspring!"

The Zerg are known for their prolific reproduction, and she can give the Nightless Lord many offspring; one more won't make a difference!
The Marquis of Nevernight seemed not to hear her voice, but only looked at the crying little face of the cub, his heart aching with pain.

He took a few steps forward, as if he had lost all reason. All his emotions converged and surged into his eyes like a flood bursting its banks. His seven-colored compound pupils turned scarlet, and the feeling of suffocation almost destroyed him.

A cub? He has a cub?

The Marquis of Nevernight took a few steps, but stopped when he was about to reach the pillar.

He stared at the cub, his eyes reddening, and his low, cold voice carried a hint of anger: "Fuying, how dare you!"

How could she dare to give birth to his offspring, only to tell him today?
How could he allow his cubs to be held in the arms of another male?
How could I... let him face this matter so unprepared?

The Nightless Marquis's chest heaved, a bitter taste rising in his throat, almost tasting of blood. His expression suddenly became dazed, then he gave a self-deprecating smile, his thin lips opening and closing several times, but he ultimately swallowed back the questions that had been weighing on his heart.

What right does he have to question Fuying?
That night, he left first without saying a word to her. Whether it was to avoid her ridicule, to avoid being soft-hearted, or for some other reason, since he had left, how could he dare to ask about these things?

He missed the birth of the cub, missed its growth, missed so much.

But she knew perfectly well that he had been abandoned because of his weak health, and had been stranded in an oasis tribe where he had suffered a great deal. He had sworn never to have children in his life, and he wasn't sure if he could be a good father.

But he had also fantasized about what it would be like if he became his father.

He would give the cub the best life, hunt the freshest prey and the sweetest fruits for him. Even if the cub knew nothing, he would take good care of him and let him grow up happily forever.

He would give his cub the best of everything so that he would never experience the pain and torment his father had suffered.

But now?

His fantasy came true, but the first words his cub uttered were a plea for him not to abandon him...

The desperate cries were like insects gnawing at his body. The Lord of Nightless felt excruciating pain, a pain a thousand times greater than when he emerged from his cocoon. His cub felt that he had abandoned him and left him behind.

Teng noticed the turbulent emotions of the Marquis of Nightless City, sneered, and stepped forward with Changsheng in her arms: "What? Regretful? Wasn't it you who abandoned Aying back then, and even almost let her die in the rainy season?"

(End of this chapter)