Chapter 208: His Little Bodhisattva

A ridiculous night...

Shi Ying also invited her to enter his spiritual sea, but she fainted as a result.

As for what happened to Shi Ying later, she didn't know.

Sang Qing raised his hand and touched the beast mark on his wrist. After last night, it seemed that he had vaguely touched a certain string.

A hand came over, passed through the gaps between her fingers, and interlocked theirs.

The animal prints on the wrists overlapped, touching each other intimately, like their owners.

"Master, it's still early. You can sleep a little longer." A low, magnetic voice sounded above his head, with a hint of laziness.

Shi Ying hugged her from behind, clasped her hands and placed them against his chest.

Sang Qing lay down for a while but didn't feel sleepy. Seeing Shi Ying getting ready to get up and make breakfast, Sang Qing stopped him.

"Let's go out for dinner today and lie down with me for a while."

Shi Ying's Adam's apple rolled, and he said hoarsely, "Okay."

Sang Qing snuggled into Shi Ying's arms without any hesitation, put her hands on his naked waist under the quilt, and stretched her legs between Shi Ying's legs.

Shi Ying's embrace was very warm, and holding it gave me a sense of security.

Noticing Shi Ying's body stiffened, Sang Qing patted him politely and said with a smile, "Be good, I won't touch you, don't be nervous."

Shi Ying gritted his teeth, looked at the cunning smile in the eyes of a certain heartless female, and couldn't help but press her into his arms and bully her mercilessly.

"I have something serious to ask you."

Shi Ying said "hmm" and continued to hold Sang Qing's lips.

He didn't let her go until her breathing became rapid and her lips were shiny.

"Master, do you want to ask me about upgrading my mental power?"

"Or have I ever felt that before?"

Shi Ying hugged the person in his arms and gently placed his head on Sang Qing's shoulder. It was not difficult to hear the satisfaction and joy in his voice.

"Thank you, Master..."

Without Sang Qing's need to answer, Shi Ying told him everything.

He had looked up information and found that orcs with stable mental states who had their wives to comfort them could indeed gain better experience and improve themselves, but there was no direct evidence to prove that mental comfort could help males break through the levels, especially for SS-level orcs like him who had already reached the peak and it was almost impossible to break through.

But no matter whether it is because of the improvement in experience or because of Sang Qing’s special mental power, we have to thank the little Bodhisattva.

Opportunities for spiritual comfort are precious, and no female would provide this so frequently to a male.

Females will feel physically uncomfortable when exposed to pollution. Even if it is stipulated that househusbands can enjoy mental comfort once a month, most females will only symbolically reduce their riot value a little bit to ensure that they will not have a mental riot due to excessive riot value.

However, this most basic requirement is something that many males cannot even fulfill.

Therefore, Sang Qing is special and is his little Bodhisattva.

Sang Qing listened carefully to Shi Ying's analysis and moved his fingers thoughtfully.

She knew that her mental power was special and might be different from that of females in this world.

Perhaps there was a contractual relationship involved, because even though they were both SS-level before, she could feel that the mental power increased by giving Shi Ying a mental comfort was still a little more than that given to Manzhu Kunxi.

On the contrary, the effect on Shiying should also be a little special.

The contract between her and Shi Ying should not be that simple, at least not a beast pet master-servant contract in the conventional sense, otherwise why wouldn't she be able to contract with someone else?

But that cold yet kind voice never appeared in his mind again.

Although there are some side effects, mental comfort still needs to be done, but I have to make three rules with Shi Ying.

Sang Qing reached out and poked Shi Ying's face, which was filled with outrage. He ordered sternly, "I will comfort you mentally from now on. Please be calm."

"I understand." Shi Ying responded in a low voice, his half-closed golden eyes darkening slightly.

He grabbed Sang Qing's hand, bit her fingertips, leaned closer, and looked up at her, "However, Master, you can't play with other people's spiritual threads like you did with me."

Shi Ying's voice was very soft, with a hint of coaxing, making it easy for people to ignore the domineering and possessiveness in his eyes, like a beast staring at its property.

Sang Qing's face turned red. That was definitely impossible.

She didn't know about it before, but she didn't do anything to other people's spiritual threads. She just did simple combing and absorbing pollution.

Now that I know, that's even more impossible.

"Am I that kind of person? It's you who owes it." Sang Qing glared at Shi Ying unhappily.

A low laugh escaped Shi Ying's lips, and one could tell he was in a very happy mood. "Yes, I owe it. I know I was wrong, Master."

He placed Sang Qing's hand on his face and rubbed it, "Master, you can punish me like that."

Sang Qing: “…”

Get out!

I won't reward you!

Sang Qing suddenly pulled his hand back, as if avoiding some plague.

Then she looked at him with an indescribable expression, "Are all orcs in estrus like this?"

Shi Ying: “…”

…

After returning to the shelter, Sang Qing flipped Kunxi's name card on the system and asked him to come for treatment.

Kunxi refused to come, so Yu Jin brought her a message, "The captain said to wait until your injuries are healed before coming back and leave a good impression on the therapist."

Sang Qing wanted to say, he had seen him stinking when he came out of the mud, so what was there to be afraid of?

But she still chose to respect Kunxi's decision.

Anyway, the most dangerous stage has been passed. If anything goes wrong, you can come to me for treatment at any time.

However, it is said that the first thing Kunxi did after recovering was to find Manzhu to fight, and said viciously, "You are the one who deserves to die! See, I am blessed with great fortune and destined to have a long life. I will definitely have good fortune after surviving a disaster!"

The result, of course, was Kunxi's crushing defeat.

Manju stomped Kunxi's head to the ground, her purple hair falling in front of her, and a cruel mockery on her charming face.

"Tsk, what's the point of rescuing this kind of trash?"

The snake-scorpion orcs watching the battle from afar were humiliated. Their captain was really...

Not keeping calm at all.

Manju was already very strong before, and now he is back to his peak condition after being treated by the healer.

As for their captain, he couldn't use his special powers and was not in good condition, so he was defeated in less than ten minutes.

No wonder people mocked him as a waste.

Kunxi swung his snake tail, broke free from Manzhu's feet, and glared back with a sinister and cold look.

"You should say this to yourself. You didn't even plan to survive when you went to the Southern Mist Forest. Why did the healer save you? He should have just let you die."

"When I come back, I might even be merciful enough to collect your body."

Manzhu retracted his horny tentacles, brushed his cold white fingertips across the corners of his eyes, and smiled indifferently, "What should I do? The little female can't bear to see me die."

"Bah!" Kunxi spat fiercely.

It was obvious that the healer was most reluctant to see him die.

In order to save him, the healer gave him more than a dozen treatments, which cost him the most mental energy and was unique.

Manzhu ignored his defeated opponent and prepared to go see how the young female was adapting to the new gun.

But he bumped into Jun Chenli outside the school training ground.

Manzhu's gaze stayed for a moment, then looked away and continued walking forward, pretending not to see it.