The Cannon-Fodder Villainess Faked Her Death, Her Five Beast Mates Go Wild-Chapter 166: Sincere Affection

Water flowed over her neck. In the slow rhythm of her breathing, the heat muddled her mind, bringing a suffocating feeling to her chest.

Wen Shu’s consciousness gradually came back.

Two intentionally lowered voices were murmuring behind her.

"Did you hear the news? She’s the female of that traitor!"

"How could I not know? My father died in that fire back then."

A slight sting, the female pulled out the poisonous needle, deliberately applying more force.

"I really don’t understand why the leader keeps them on Dragon Island," scalding water poured overhead, "If I remember correctly, back then, the leader’s entire family was killed by... this ominous Black Dragon!"

Wen Shu frowned in displeasure, but didn’t move recklessly, and tried to activate her superpower immediately.

Power gathered in her palm, and she pressed her lips tightly together.

The Magnetic Stone Array had been removed; it seemed Rah and Luo Fei had already been controlled.

"How evil must one be to be so cold-blooded, sparing not even their own parents!"

The grieving female wanted to cause more harm but was stopped by another female, "Don’t do this, she doesn’t even know what happened..."

After cleaning the wound, the two left the pool.

Wen Shu opened her sore eyes, taking the chance to cleanse the poison within her body.

Her gaze swept over the steamy pool, and as her arm moved slightly, a faint sound of footsteps emerged beside her.

"Awake?"

A thin veil of snow covered her head, tightly wrapping her and bringing her into an embrace that smelled of blood.

Romande lowered his head, his eyes filled with triumph. His lips curved slyly, "Female, you haven’t mated with Luo Fei, have you?"

He leaned in closer to Wen Shu’s neck, inhaling gently, then cupped her face with a large hand, his grin deepening, "Spiritual Pairing?"

Wen Shu didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on his pale chin, where a trace of fresh blood was smeared.

The scent was so familiar, it was Luo Fei’s...

"What are you looking at?"

Romande’s handsome face magnified, releasing her chin.

His fingertip brushed across her cheek, lightly sweeping an indifferent glance, as his smile turned slightly cold, "Don’t worry, he isn’t dead, and he doesn’t deserve to die so easily."

After passing through a few corridors, he carried Wen Shu to a room tucked away in a corner, nudging the door open with his toe.

Dust fell gently, and the luxuriously elegant room was draped in black velvet.

A cold light streamed in from the window, illuminating the gold-edged painting of a family enjoying harmonious times on the wall.

The arm under her legs tightened slightly, and Romande’s somewhat hoarse voice slowly echoed above her.

"Luo Fei never told you about the sins he committed, did he?"

He looked at the few amiable middle-aged Beastmen in the painting, black-gold eyes misting over slightly.

"Back then, I thought we were the closest of brothers, yet he killed everyone for power. I still remember that unquenchable ghost fire burning for three days and nights..."

His trembling voice shifted from reminiscence to indignation, sincere and moving.

In this melancholic atmosphere, others might have believed him.

But Wen Shu happened to know how terrifying a Beastman he truly was.

Neglected since childhood, he ruthlessly killed his brother’s parents; driven by jealousy of the favored Luo Fei, he tried to exterminate him; to eliminate dissent, he set fire to Dragon Island...

Everything was sewn together in the side stories.

"..."

Watching his impeccable performance, Wen Shu felt outclassed.

Yet when his gaze fell, she had to feign a surprised expression.

"How could it be, Luo Fei isn’t that kind of person!"

Romande seemed to expect her reaction and pulled out a Memory Stone from a drawer, "I know you don’t believe me, but I don’t want you to be misled anymore."

He sat her down on the bed, rather affectionately leaning close, cupping her cheeks and gently lifting her face.

"Luo Fei doesn’t deserve you."

His lips curled with a familiar smile, an expression both flamboyant and gentle, for a moment mirroring Luo Fei seven or eight parts alike.

And after seeing the scene projected from the Memory Stone, Wen Shu understood what he intended to do.

Two children with contrasting personalities, drawn together by their parents’ favoritism for consolation.

The brown-haired boy comforting young Luo Fei.

Yet when he left, the young Luo Fei mimicked the brown-haired boy’s every move towards the sea shore...

Romande intends to use her, to kill both body and mind.

Wen Shu stared at the scene, eyes full of disbelief, yet stubbornly shook her head, "Even if that’s the case, so what? The feelings between Luo Fei and me are not just because of this."

Seeing her waver a bit, Romande curled his lips, "Female, he might truly love you, but this..."

He pressed his lips tightly, hesitated a few seconds before seriously saying, "This doesn’t prevent him from liking other females. I’ll take you to see."

Speaking of which, Romande picked up Wen Shu again, walking with unhurried steps out of the room, heading to the underground prison of the castle.

Along the way, the guards were respectful, looking at Romande with eyes full of awe and loyalty. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Open it."

The outermost iron door opened, Wen Shu raised her eyes to look inside.

The cells here were dim and damp, the smell of blood everywhere.

The Beastmen were either lying weakly in hay piles, wounds festering and oozing, or had their shoulders pierced by iron hooks, hanging in mid-air.

As Romande passed the side of the cell, Wen Shu frowned and saw Rah directly opposite.

His limbs were nailed to the wall in an arc by magnetic nails, his curled gray hair soaked with blood, sticking to the side of his face, revealing only his pale, chapped lips.

His dark chest heaved weakly, his whole person exuding a faint sense of death.

"Uh—"

Smelling the familiar scent, he let out a painful groan, those shadowed blue eyes slowly lifting.

Seeing Wen Shu’s body limp, being held in Romande’s arms, his pupils instantly constricted, struggling powerlessly.

The scabbed wounds tore apart, the nailed bone emitted a crackling sound, blood gushed from his limbs, soaking the floor in no time.

Wen Shu held her breath, only feeling a dense pain, as if it invaded her heart from her limbs.

"I’m fine."

She silently mouthed, trying to stop him, but Romande pulled up his robe, blocking her view, "Still in front."

"Female Master..." Rah’s weak call sounded from behind.

Romande sighed helplessly, "Female, he’s just foolish now. Since you know each other, you must know how many evil deeds he has done, right?"

Wen Shu couldn’t ignore Rah’s situation, her face paled further, lips trembled twice, looking like a victim, she said harshly, "He’s indeed not a good person, but he’s very powerful..."

Seeing her guiltily lower her head, Romande paused for a second, his eyes teasing somewhat, indeed a perceptive female.

His large hand rubbed her hair top, "Don’t be afraid, he can’t get out."

Wen Shu didn’t respond, glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, the prison was heavily guarded, needed to steal those poison needles...

While she pondered a strategy, Romande stopped, his slender hands lifted the robe corner, pointing to the cell diagonally ahead.

Wen Shu obediently raised her eyes, seeing the figure inside the dim cell clearly.

It was Luo Fei and Awen.

They looked extremely ambiguous.

The male knelt on the ground, naked covered in whip scars, his shoulder pierced by the magnetic hook, half-hanging in the cell, forming a small pool of blood beneath.

The female worried about his pain, was nervously treating him.

One looked up while the other lowered their head, from their angle it looked like they were kissing.

"..."

Wen Shu was momentarily speechless, Romande isn’t a time traveler, right? What a clichéd routine.

However... since Romande went through the trouble of doing these things, he temporarily wouldn’t kill.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, showing the reaction Romande expected.

Returning to the bedroom, her eyes were swollen like walnuts.

Romande’s fingertip brushed past her eye corner, his tone gentle, "Female, don’t cry."

He seemed very concerned, leaned closer, gathered her into his arms, and felt for something from the bedside.

Wen Shu saw his actions, hadn’t reacted yet, when pain shot through her waist.

"Get some sleep."

Suspiciously heavy Romande hadn’t forgotten how formidable the female before him was.

Seeing the female fall into unconsciousness, he withdrew the poison needle, moved her to the inside, examining her pretty face.

Luo Fei still has such luck.

But like this Dragon Island, everything of his will ultimately belong to him.

His fingertips brushed over the female’s face, the delicate and soft touch, sticking to the tips, stirring a person’s heart uncontrollably.

He breathed rapidly for two seconds, his large hand pinched her face, yet before he approached, his wrist was suddenly tightly clamped.