Chapter 136 Chapter 136 Who would like this half-grown cub...

Desmond's eyes, which had originally looked somewhat horrible because of the pain, froze slightly.

Xiao Chuzao, who came in to see what was going on, was also stunned.

There was no light in the house, only a little light from outside came through the window that was not completely closed.

The room was in a mess, and there was a chain made of special material fastened on his wrist - there was only one chain, and it seemed that it was not meant to completely tie him up, but only to limit his range of movement, and at this moment, it was already bleeding from his struggle.

He also had a strong self-healing ability. The wound healed and then tore open again, forming layer upon layer of painful skin flaps. Some places were worn so deep by the handcuffs that the bones were visible. Blood slid down his wrists into his cuffs, wetting half of his clothes.

He was like a trapped beast, fixed in such a corner, the veins on his arms bulged from exerting too much force, and he looked ferocious.

But because it is about to collapse, it seems a little fragile.

Two pairs of slightly similar eyebrows, one big and one small, looked at each other, and both seemed surprised by the appearance of the other.

"what are you doing here?"

Desmond spoke first, his weak voice full of hostility.

The locked beast is still a beast, less lax than before, only full of ferocity remains.

"Go away, this is not where you belong."

In fact, from this almost completely closed environment, it can be seen that Desmond is not willing to be seen at such a moment.

Or in other words, everyone tacitly agreed not to disturb each other at the fragile moment when the power was in an unknown upheaval.

But Xiao Chuzao didn't know, and he had been living relatively freely here these days.

Just as the gap on this side was shaken open, Chu Zao finally got in.

The fragile and ferocious Desmond was covered in blood, and just looking at him was full of disgust.

“Ouch—”

Chu Zao was startled, and the other party's strong resistance made the actually very polite little cub realize his own wrongness in an instant. The little head that had come in struggled hard to move back, and the two little paws outside seemed to hold on, and then the furry little head disappeared all of a sudden.

Desmond's breathing gradually became heavier.

He lowered his head, suppressed those violent emotions, and prepared to stand up and seal the window again.

He walked unsteadily, and blood slid down his fingertips.

Being seen - but it doesn't matter -

He thought to himself.

It's just such a small thing.

It doesn't pose any threat, so there's no problem.

As for whether it scared him?

Desmond thought carefully about Chu Zao's actions just now, and he lowered his eyes - even if this little thing was scared, it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't need to care too much.

After all, they are all the same. As long as you are a little more aggressive, these little things will automatically run away. It’s no big deal.

But haven’t Dan and the others chased this little guy away yet?

The efficiency is too low.

Desmond walked a little unsteadily and dazedly.

Just as he was about to reach the window, the little furry head that had just come out suddenly came in again.

Is it an illusion?

Desmond was stunned, and instinctively wanted to press his temples.

But it was too late this time. The little guy who had just been chased away by him simply came in and rolled to the ground. In an instant, the handsome boy half-knelt on the ground, looking up at him.

Chu Zao looked at Desmond who was almost unable to stand.

He already had a weird feeling towards these people, not to mention that Desmond had the same name as his great-grandfather. Maybe it was because of this that Chu Zao miraculously couldn't hate these people.

Plus Desmond’s miserable condition at the moment.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Chu Zao also seemed to feel a little embarrassed.

For a polite cub, this behavior of coming back after being scolded away is a bit offensive.

Chu Zao raised her hand and scratched her cheek, looking up at him with honey-colored eyes.

Desmond finally confirmed that this was not an illusion.

He stretched out his hand and pressed his solar plexus with a painful headache, his tone was not friendly.

"Didn't they tell you to leave here? Do you know where this place is and what's going on here, so you just come in here casually? Didn't your parents teach you that?"

It seems that the parent still has some loopholes in his child's education.

However, there is no need to think about this loophole, it is natural for it to exist. After all, this little guy appeared alone in the area where they usually move around, which is evidence in itself.

Desmond looked at Chu Zao, feeling annoyed - he didn't want anyone to see this look, and no one could empathize with them, so why did this little guy leave and come back?

"Of course my parents taught me that."

Chu Zao couldn't help but retort, her beautiful and delicate eyebrows drooping slightly.

But it was obvious that this guy was very sad. When he was shouting "get out", Chu Zao could feel his emotions - he was trying hard to reach out.

"If you don't really want to chase me away, just be honest. You elders are all the same. Is there some special switch triggered when you get older?"

Chu Zao muttered quietly - he was really just like those stubborn elders in the clan at the beginning, looking fierce but actually so fragile and uncomfortable.

Chu Zao was about to leave, but in the end, feeling Desmond's pervasive despair, he came back.

Why is everyone's life so hard?

He was running out of candy.

Desmond could hear exactly what the little guy was saying—

Older?

He choked for a moment and stared at Xiao Chuzao.

The little guy was rummaging in his pocket.

He took out the colorful candies from the packaging.

Chu Zao was actually a little alert. This position allowed him to turn into a little white ball and slip out from the gap behind him at any time. Moreover, he was not too close to Desmond, still about four or five steps away.

Chu Zao looked up at Desmond.

"You haven't eaten for several days? Candy, here you go."

He will feel happy and relieve anxiety when he eats sweet things.

This may not be the case for others though.

But Chu Zao's sensitivity to emotions made him quickly realize Desmond's attitude at the moment. The candy was just a way for Desmond to save face.

There was no way. There were too many elders in the family, and too many of them were stubborn, or too many of them were trying to be strong. Each of them was feeling extremely uncomfortable, but they were still holding on. Chu Zao was very familiar with manipulating these elders.

Haha——candy?

Desmond wanted to sneer.

Does he look like someone who would need candy?

Only a half-grown boy like the one in front of me would need this kind of false placebo.

Desmond still wanted to refuse.

But seeing Chu Zao's expression, it said: If I give you a way out, just take it quickly.

Desmond froze for a rare moment, and his arrogant and fierce face twitched slightly.

"Why don't you run?"

Desmond finally squatted down so that his eyes were level with Chu Zao's.

“There’s no need to run.”

Chu Zao pushed the candy over, acting like an elder who knew her very well.

"You don't look like bad people. There's no need to make things so awkward. That's what my teacher taught me."

This kind of flexible social interaction is naturally from the Hull religion, but for the Crown Clan who are usually radical and extreme, this actually has a big premise - if Zao Zao can't contact the guys, or the guys don't appreciate it, then Amos can just push them over, and it won't be a problem.

To a certain extent, people all over the galaxy have a love-hate relationship with Saint Cass. What they love is that they are really in charge and can really deal with those alien beast legions. What they hate is that when there is a conflict of interest, the Crown Clan is really not very reasonable.

Desmond sneered without comment.

Looking at the candy that was pushed towards him, his voice was a little lazy as he suppressed the pain.

"Didn't your parents teach you that being too soft-hearted in places like this could easily get you killed?"

"I can run away if I must."

It's just a minor injury.

Chu Zao muttered.

"Eat it. Maybe something sweet will make you happier."

Chu Zao raised his eyes, still squatting on the ground, holding his chin with both hands, looking at Desmond.

"Oh--"

Desmond sneered, watching the golden crown on the little guy's head swaying gently.

The light was soft, which made Chu Zao, who was already soft in shape, look even cuter. At the moment, she was holding her chin up, and the brightest thing in the dim room was Chu Zao's little crown.

Desmond didn't really understand what this little crown floating above his head was. He just picked up the candy and looked at it with his eyes lowered.

"It's impossible for anyone to empathize with other people, especially a little kid like you who is too immature and doesn't understand anything."

"I know a lot."

Chu Zao watched Desmond take the candy, and the violent aura around him seemed to subside a little. He didn't know whether it was because his attention was diverted or something else, but Desmond didn't seem to be as uncomfortable as before.

Chu Zao glanced at the gap behind him and prepared to leave.

"It's understandable that I can't empathize with you, but my family has had many similar incidents before. I still need to find a way home as soon as possible. I don't even know if I can go home for my coming-of-age ceremony. I should be getting anxious after all these days. When can I leave here? Or can I follow you when you go out? You should be able to judge that there is no conflict between you and me. Of course, I can take care of my own safety. You don't need to worry about it."

When Desmond heard the words "find the way home", he subconsciously reached out his hand, but the little guy in front of him suddenly turned into a white ball of fur, which made Desmond come back to his senses.

How on earth did this half-grown kid get thrown here?

Desmond withdrew his hand and listened to the little guy's anxious words about leaving. He felt an inexplicable strange emotion in his heart.

It’s like an elder who has been waiting for a long time, now seeing his younger generation eager to leave, all he can think of is - just take a look and leave?

This feeling is really weird.

Maybe it was because he was really young and hadn't even reached his coming-of-age ceremony yet. Compared to Desmond, he was just a newborn kid who wasn't that afraid of him. This actually made him feel strangely kind.

Oh, this is too ridiculous.

"Going out? It's not impossible. After all, you are in our activity range and activity territory. We will consider various situations."

The little white ball responded with a howl, knowing full well that there was no point in being anxious in a place like this.

While Desmond was thinking about this, he saw the little white ball flapping its wings and flying up, waving at him, and then going out through the window gap again.

Desmond subconsciously stretched out his hand, holding the candy wrapper in his bloody hand, which made a rustling sound. Blood continued to drip from the wound that was so deep that the bone could be seen. He sneered and stuffed the candy into his mouth.

I've never seen such candy before, and it tastes really good.

But I don't know if it's an illusion.

Desmond realized it belatedly and slowly tilted his head, stretched out his hand and pressed his temple.

It seems not as painful as before?

The pain caused by the inexplicable power running rampant seemed to be slowly coming to an end.

I don't know when it started, but it was gradually calmed down.

Desmond instinctively glanced at the wrapping paper in his hand.

There was a bit of confusion in his eyes.

He was still a little dazed until Desmond walked out of the room.

In the courtyard, Dan walked hurriedly with a small pile of berries, muttering that he would go find some meat later.

Until he was attracted by the extremely oppressive atmosphere and instinctively turned his head to look over.

Then I saw Desmond with horror.

The fruit in Dan's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he vigilantly took a defensive posture.

"Desmond, are you awake?? Didn't you lock yourself in the room?!"

Desmond picked up a small stone at random with his foot and kicked it at Dan.

"What's with that horrified expression on your face?"

"Huh - great, you are sane now."

Dan patted his chest, still feeling frightened.

"If you are not sober, we can't deal with you. We will have to change the gathering place."

Desmond rolled his eyes at Dan.

"What about the others?"

"Most of them haven't come back yet. Louisa is in the kitchen. Aneurin seems to hate that little guy. He hasn't appeared at all in the past few days. I don't know where he is hiding—"

Dan said as he picked up the fruit from the ground and wiped it on his clothes, his eyes the color of the bright sunset showing a bit of careless annoyance.

"What's that for?"

Desmond looked at the fruit Dan was holding.

If he remembered correctly, those fruits were quite far from here and difficult to pick.

"What else can we do?" Dan rolled his eyes. "We can't let that little guy starve, can we? Of course, let me first state that I, like Aneurin, don't like this weird little thing. It's just that neither of you cares about it. If it really runs away and poses a threat to us, you will lose your temper again. That's why I'm reluctant to take care of it."

Desmond looked at the pile of fruits and was silent for a moment.

But Dan was extremely sure of what he had just said.

Yes, Dan nodded.

That's the situation.

Desmond said nothing in the end and walked over.

"So what's going on with you? Why did you come out so early? I was really shocked."

Dan followed Desmond and they both headed for the kitchen.

They could clearly sense Xiao Chuzao's location. Although he was still moving around outside, he had not left the gathering place.

"have no idea."

Desmond had a pair of dead fish eyes and just looked ahead aimlessly.

"It's good anyway."

"Oh, about this little fellow—"

Dan thought about it for a moment, but couldn't help but speak.

"Are you ready to leave?"

Desmond said nothing.

He seemed to be thinking.

Dan spoke again instinctively.

"Well, that little guy really isn't a threat. I certainly don't want to take care of him, but after all, he hasn't really reached adulthood yet, has he? It looks like his race is still reliable. He doesn't look like a monster, nor like a group of dragons. It's not a good idea to throw such a little guy out there. Oh, of course, I don't really want to take care of this little guy either."

"You are right."

Desmond seemed to have heard what he wanted to hear and nodded.

"I know you're going to object, but... Hey? What did you just say?"

Dan was brainstorming, trying to find other explanations for his behavior, which even he found strange, but he suddenly realized what Desmond had said and looked at Desmond in confusion.

They had long forgotten each other's identities and their own origins, and only gathered together relying on instinct. Among them, Desmond, the strongest and cruelest, undoubtedly gradually took the leadership position in the development over the years.

In Dan's opinion, given Desmond's personality, he would definitely not be happy with the little guy staying here.

Especially since he had little communication or contact with this little guy.

But Dan really didn't expect Desmond to have such an attitude.

"Their parents are irresponsible, and we can't just throw him out casually," Desmond nodded, as if responding to Dan's words again, "It will be safer to wait for his parents to pick him up. We will have a lot of things to talk about by then." Doesn't anyone think it would be too dangerous to throw a half-grown cub like this out?

Desmond couldn't help thinking, of course, he, like Dan, didn't care about this little guy, he just felt that this little guy's parents were not competent.

Dan: …

Hey friend, did you really understand what I said before?

Why do you feel like you only listen to what you want to hear? Why do you only respond to what you want to respond to?

Dan finally curled the corners of his lips and said nothing more.

"I promised him that I would let him go with us during the cleanup of monsters and dragons."

Desmond finished speaking.

Dan was filled with questions after hearing this. He followed for a few steps before reacting.

"Wait a minute, didn't you lock yourself in your room as soon as you came back? When did you promise him that?"

How could he not know? Hey, hey - don't walk so fast! !

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at the same time.

Dragon territory.

Chao Huangmu, who had been hanging around in the dragon tribe's fights these days and was doing very well, even got a few younger brothers. He stopped in front of a stall.

Behind him, several dragons who followed him looked at Chao Huangmu, respectful on the surface, but in fact, there were hypocritical and sinister eyes flashing in their eyes.

The dragon clan is a crazy and cruel race. They have a strong sense of territory and are not the type that can live in groups. They always want to beat up all of their own kind and eliminate all alien species.

In their opinion, Desmond and the other monsters were very annoying to the dragons.

Of course, they also hate their own kind.

It’s just a matter of who has the bigger fist and can beat the other person into submission or gain temporary submission.

Chao Huangmu was certainly aware of this.

I can also sense the calculating and hostile gaze behind me——

But it doesn’t matter, Chao Huangmu doesn’t care.

He was just very annoyed - his head hurt from time to time, and there was a voice shouting to get rid of everyone, especially... the golden guy?

That kind of headache will only subside a little when you release your power freely.

It’s okay, it’s okay—

Thinking with a smile towards Huang Mu.

As long as the headache is a little better, it doesn’t matter what I do.

Chao Huangmu has never been a good person at heart.

But at this moment he was looking at the glittering thing on the dragon's stall - it was a beautiful honey-colored gem.

In the faint light above, there was a bright glow.

These days, Chao Huangmu also snatched a lot of shiny gems and obtained many rare treasures, but there has never been any shiny gem that he liked more than the one in front of him.

Chao Huangmu is too delicate for a dragon, and although Chao Huangmu himself doesn't know why, he always seems to have the habit of smiling. Chao Huangmu has no intention of changing. But in the eyes of some dragons who are not very clear about the situation, Chao Huangmu looks like a sucker who is easy to bully.

"Want this?"

The dragon looked at Chao Huangmu, his eyes rolling around, then looked at the red gem on his earlobe and the accessories he carried with him.

It is evident that the young man has a special liking for shiny things, and he is not afraid of procrastination, and is very fond of all kinds of gems, gold and silver.

"Name your price."

Chao Huangmu squatted down and spoke with a smile, staring at the honey-colored gem without blinking. He had a headache for a moment, but he did not riot this time. He just raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows lightly, still staring at the beautiful gem.

"You have to exchange this, this, and this with me."

The dragon laughed and pointed at the object on Huangmu's body.

How is that thing worth exchanging for these beautiful and precious gems???

Long, who was following behind Chao Huangmu, opened his eyes wide.

Chao Huangmu didn't care. He took off the things he had looted in the previous fight and threw them in front of the dragon.

The dragon behind him looked at Chao Huangmu as if he were a great enemy.

You fought like crazy to get it, only to exchange it for something like this that doesn't look that flashy at all?

It's really puzzling.

But the next moment, their sympathetic gazes fell on the dragon opposite.

It was because the dragon opposite quickly put away those glittering things, along with his small stall, and it looked like he was very familiar with cheating people and running away.

"Hello--"

Chao Huangmu instinctively raised his eyes and looked over.

"You took my gem."

"What do you mean your gems? Don't talk nonsense. They are all mine. If you keep getting entangled with them, I will be polite to you—"

The dragon said this in a rogue manner.

He tilted his head slightly towards Huang Mu, his expression turned cold—“Yeah.”

He recited softly.

The dragon thought that he had understood Huang Mu's situation and had not yet started to laugh at him when a huge black shadow suddenly enveloped his head. He had turned back into his original form, but the dark shadow seemed to be several times larger than him. It slowly opened a pair of golden animal eyes - cold and terrifying.

"If you like it, of course you have to grab it yourself--"

Chao Huangmu had arrived behind the dragon without knowing when. He stepped on the dragon with one foot. With a loud bang, the dragon raised its head tremblingly, looked at Chao Huangmu shrouded in shadow, and began to exert force slowly. The headache made his smiling face look even more twisted and dark.

He bent down, picked up the gem that he liked, and collected the other sparkling gems. He was looking at the honey-colored gem with satisfaction.

"What you snatch away is yours."

He put more force on his feet.

The dragon had no time to speak or struggle much, and was crushed into a ball by Chao Huangmu where it was stepped on.

Zhao Huangmu smiled brightly and turned to look at the stunned dragons: "Do you know where there are such beautiful gems?"

He went on—after destroying all eyesores—"I want to build a large nest—"

"You, you don't plan to find a partner - what do you want a nest?"

"Companion..." The bloody young man thought for a moment, "The nest is of course to store these beautiful things - why does it need a companion?"

His expression darkened for a moment, looking a little scary: "Will you share my beautiful gem?"

Several dragons shook their heads.

"Such a beautiful gem should, should be found within the range of those alien races' activities—"

Alien?

Chao Huangmu thought about it, and the spiritual power behind him, which had been freely released, slowly gathered back into Chao Huangmu's body. He smiled and asked again: "Where do they live?"