City of Chaos 07

Asulin was immersed in a dark place deep in his consciousness.

He knew clearly that this was a dream, and as he went deeper, his surroundings gradually became clearer.

The dim sky reflected the gray ground, which was barren and rocky, with no grass growing and a fierce wind blowing.

He looked at the two-story circular platform in front of him in surprise. How could the sacrificial light column appear in his dream?

Before Asulin could react, the sky suddenly shook violently, and a huge dark crack appeared. An ominous aura came out of the crack. At the same time, an extremely huge eye slowly opened from behind the crack.

The wind was blowing violently.

An extremely strong sense of crisis suddenly invaded my whole body.

Asulin's hair danced wildly, his pupils shrank into a line, his mental power was subjected to an unprecedented polluting impact, and vague and strange whispers sounded in his ears like hallucinations.

He shook his head, put his arm across the front to block, a flash of silver cold light flashed at the tip of his tail, and he almost immediately entered the attack state.

“Zhe——”

A sharp strange cry came from the eye behind the crack. It struggled to break out of the crack, but was pulled by a red-gold force. After an unknown amount of time, the terrifying crack slowly closed.

In a flash, Asulin saw a purgatory-like sea of ​​fire in the crack in the sky, a blurry tower standing in the sea of ​​fire, and a determined figure with bandages covering his eyes on the top of the tower.

boom!

Before he could see clearly, the dream shattered and reassembled, and the scene in front of Asulin suddenly changed.

He stood at the edge of the sacrificial light column, looking down at the bottomless abyss. The wind from underground blew up, making a woooooooo sound.

Asulin's clothes fluttered in the wind.

He looked back with a sense of realization, and saw that the desolate and vast surroundings of the sacrificial light column had changed. The overwhelming pink was like waves, tenaciously and stubbornly blooming a fairy-tale color on this barren land.

Asulin didn't recognize this pink furry grass.

A small figure ran towards him joyfully against the pink sea. The child's hair was messy in the wind. In his hand, he held a handful of pink velvet grass. His eyes were like stars as he shouted at him:

"dad!"

The sound of "Dad" mixed with the howling wind in the valley, becoming "Wuwuwu Dad..."

The closer the cub got, the louder the sounds in Asulin's ears became, and the farther away his dreams became.

The man lying on the bed frowned slowly.

“Wuwuwu…”

Asulin opened his eyes with a splitting headache, and what he saw was the bedroom filled with smoke.

The moment he opened his eyes, the experiences in the dream seemed to be slowly wiped away by a hand. Asulin only remembered the terrifying crack in the sky and the huge eye in the crack.

It took a long time before his stiff limbs relaxed.

He raised half of his arm and saw the child wrapped in white cloth kneeling beside the bed and the burning ashes in the basin.

Ning Ren hadn't noticed that his father had woken up yet. He was carefully and rigorously following the mourning process. Now it had entered the most critical stage. He clasped his hands together, trying to make his words sound more heartfelt.

"After Daddy dies, A Ren will spend your money wisely, not waste it, eat well, and sleep well."

Asulin:?

Who died?

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the time balance wheel.

It only moved forward a small space, which means only one day has passed, so he is awake now, or... he is still dreaming.

"You skinned A Ren, but A Ren was magnanimous and didn't care," Ning Ren sneezed because of the smoke. He wiped his nose with the white cloth in the basket and threw the cloth into the brazier.

"It can't be wasted," the child muttered to himself, "Will there be some of A Ren's snot on the burned paper money..."

He suddenly covered his mouth and laughed out loud.

"Bad dad paid for the things, and if you touch A Ren's snot, I'll ask you to peel A Ren's skin off, hehe."

Asulin:? ?

The leader gradually regained consciousness and quickly understood the current situation.

First, for some reason he didn't fall asleep this time, and second, the kid was not scared as he thought, but was actually preparing a funeral for him!

Asulin's eyes swept over the funeral items placed in front of the cub.

Very good, this is not entirely the custom of their Mi people.

Amid the little guy's fake whimpering and howling, the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly. He got out of bed silently and put his feet on the ground.

Ning Ren burned the last piece of white cloth, rubbed his numb legs, and felt that he was as filial as his friend in the cub area.

He clenched his fist to encourage himself.

There is one last step, come on!

He reached out for another smaller basin next to him, tensed his face, and took a deep breath.

Asulin stopped and planned to see what he was going to do.

Before he could wait long, Ning Ren stood up unsteadily, holding up the basin and bursting into tears: "Goodbye, bad father, Ah Ren is here, I'm going to smash the basin——!!"

Bang!

The basin fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

The second half of Ning Ren's voice suddenly rose in pitch and became terrifying. The child saw a pair of feet that did not belong to him, so he looked up blankly. His father's gloomy face looked terrifying in the swirling smoke.

“Alive! Alive!”

The child screamed and turned and ran away.

Asulin's eyelids jumped, and he swung his tail subconsciously, sweeping away the broken pieces of the porcelain basin on the ground so that the cub would not get pricked by the feet.

Hearing the loud noise in the hall, Jie Ling and Nian Lie opened the door quickly.

They were first hit by the smoke behind the door, and then by the leader standing in the smoke.

“!!!”

"Uncle Jie Ling!"

Ning Ren quickly hugged Jie Ling's legs, half of his body hidden behind him, his tail swishing nervously, "Bad dad, dead! Alive again!"

"Aren smashed the basin! He's alive!"

Jie Ling's expression was slightly blank.

“……?” What are you talking about?

Asulin walked over with a sullen face, and Ninglie quickly knelt down to salute: "The leader is well!" His eyes were full of surprise. The leader didn't fall asleep again?

Asulin grabbed Ning Ren with his big hand and lifted him up. Ignoring Ning Ren's struggle, he naturally tucked the child under his arm, raised his hand to the child's butt, and slapped it hard!

There was a crisp sound.

Ning Ren cried out, his little face instantly turned red, tears welled up in his eyes, his crying was more heartfelt than before, and he felt wronged as he cried.

"A Ren mourned for you, but you didn't praise me and you spanked me. You, you are so mean..."

"I'm not even mad at you for peeling off A-Ryu's skin, bad dad, bad dad!"

Jie Ling: “…”

Fierce: "..."

The expressions of the two inspectors on the left and right gradually became blank.

They had never seen such a scene before, and they all looked into the bedroom at the same time, only to see funeral debris all over the floor.

Nianlie gasped. He recognized that these things were what the young master asked him for. He originally thought they were toys!

The chief sneered, raised his hand and hit him again, leaving a slap mark on each side of his buttocks that was completely symmetrical.

"Mourning? Which eye of yours saw this leader die?"

Ning Ren couldn't bear to use his own skin to wipe his tears, so he grabbed the fabric of his father's pajamas around his waist and wiped his face. He realized later that his father was alive now, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"Yeah, how come you're alive again..."

A Sulin: “…”

Jie Ling's eyelids twitched when he heard this, and he quickly knelt down, "Chief! The young master is still young, and he can't stand being beaten like this. He's been wandering around, and there are many things he needs to be taught slowly. This time, he definitely didn't do it on purpose!"

"When I first brought the young master back from outside, he was scavenging food from trash cans, so his stomach is more fragile than that of other cubs. Doctor Wei said he must be fed regularly so that he can slowly adjust. Even if you're angry, please let the young master eat his breakfast first."

A Sulin originally only wanted to give him those two blows just for the sake of it. Jie Ling had the blood of the Lanhuadi people, so he was not surprised that he had protected the cub. He just didn't expect that the cub had such a miserable life before being found.

They couldn't stay there until the bedroom was cleaned, so Asulin took Ning Ren to the side hall.

"Get breakfast, and find Simao."

Ning Ren kicked his feet in the air, covered his butt, and sniffed weakly.

Jie Ling stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced at him fiercely: "Are you finally relaxed?" The young master's blood was not sucked away, and the leader unexpectedly did not fall into a deep sleep. This was really a pleasant surprise.

Jie Ling was tense the whole night. Of course, he also knew that Ning Lie had been on guard against him the whole night and it was not easy for him either.

He said calmly, "There's time for some idle chat. Let's first deal with the visiting cards from the Red Horse and other tribes. The elders from the tribe are also coming to the royal city one after another. We have some things to do next."

Breakfast was brought into the side hall one after another.

A Sulin: "I thought you were going to throw a tantrum and refuse to eat."

Ning Ren curled his lips: "A Ren doesn't want to starve. It will be uncomfortable if you are hungry."

Asulin paused slightly, and his eyes fell on Ning Ren who was sucking breasts again.

Asulin's father died early and his mother died after giving birth to him. He lived to the age of five under the protection of several elders of the tribe.

After he shed his tail for the first time, his blood purity was detected to have reached that of a royal blood, and he was recognized by the previous leader and the sacrificial light pillar. From then on, he lived in the royal city.

Asulin had never felt the love from his blood relatives, but he had witnessed that most of the cubs in the tribe would threaten to not eat when they were angry with their parents.

For children under five years old, being angry and refusing to eat is considered a sign of being naughty and spoiled, and a dangerous sign of a short lifespan. This behavior is often tolerated by parents.

"Where did you live before? Did you often go hungry?"

"I lived in a haystack, under leaves. I wasn't hungry originally, but now I'm hungry after coming to find you, A Ren."

Ning Ren's butt hurt, and he couldn't sit, so he squatted on a chair. He wanted to run, but he couldn't beat him, and he even had to rely on his bad father to support him.

He was sulking by himself, drinking milk while secretly watching his father's breakfast.

One, two, three, four… Ning Ren silently counted the exquisite dishes placed in front of Asu Lin. He couldn’t count anymore after ten. They were all exquisite and delicious snacks.

As he watched, the milk in his mouth became tasteless.

A Sulin slowly tried to get Ning Ren to talk, wanting to know where he came from. The final conclusion was that Ning Ren seemed to have lived with the hedgehog before, forming some misconceptions, and later left there to find him.

"Before the age of five, the main meal can only be milk or some simple liquid food."

Ning Ren let out a disappointed sound.

Then he should find an opportunity to sell himself in the slave street.

When they were almost done eating, Si Mao came. He didn't seem surprised that Asulin didn't fall asleep again.

The moment the elegant orange cat appeared, Asulin keenly noticed that the cub next to him held his breath and stopped eating.

He looked at Si Mao and said, "It's too big and the hair is hard to clean. Si Mao, please make it smaller."

Si Mao licked his paws and glanced at Ning Ren.

"All right."

It slowly shrank to the size of a palm.

Si Mao jumped in front of Ning Ren and rolled over: "Meow~"

Ning Ren let out a low cry, his eyes wide open, wanting to touch but not daring to.

Seeing that he was no longer nervous, Asulin said, "Eat by yourself." He stood up and walked around to the other side of the table, pressing one hand on the phantom bead, "Si Mao, I have something to ask you."

Si Mao yawned. "I know what you want to ask. Your slumber is over. Your Wheel of Fortune shows that this is indeed related to the young master. His appearance here seems to be destiny. You don't have to think too much about it. The specific reason..." It shook its head. "The time has not come yet, so I don't know."

Upon hearing this, Asulin subconsciously looked at Ning Ren.

The child was busy eating.

Seeing his reaction, Si Mao wondered, "Why, aren't you asking about this?"

A Sulin shook his head, frowning slightly: "No, I had a dream last night."

Si Mao: "Oh? What?"

A Sulin's eyes were solemn: "A crack in the sky."

After he finished speaking, the phantom bead in his hand emitted a bright light, projecting the scene he dreamed of last night into the void.

The blurry phantom looked like a scene from the end of the world, with a dark crack appearing in the sky.

"Meow--!"

Sima Mao's hair stood on end and his teeth bared, his back arched.

The monster with huge eyes behind the crack seemed unwilling to be detected. The phantom bead only lasted for two seconds before making a crackling sound and then turned into powder.

The crystal powder slipped from Asulin's palm.