Chapter 3 Beauty

In the secret room of Prince Cheng's Mansion.

King Cheng, who was already 45 years old, looked at the secret letter presented by his subordinates. When he saw the contents, a smile appeared on his face, which was majestic without being angry, and then he laughed out loud.

"Good, good, good—it was worth it for me to sacrifice so many warriors and spend a huge amount of money to find the Thousand Silk Bone Snake Venom. Wei Rong is finally dead!"

The entire secret room was filled with King Cheng's slightly crazy laughter.

"Your Highness, without Wei Rong, the young emperor has completely lost his right-hand man. The day when you become emperor is just around the corner!"

When Cui Muliao saw King Cheng was so happy, he knew that King Cheng's men had succeeded, and the Prince of Wei might have died now!

King Cheng laughed even more ostentatiously, as if he could already see himself wearing a dragon robe and a golden crown sitting on the dragon throne.

In the darkness of the night, a yellow figure was running wildly across the rooftop, so fast that only a trace of its afterimage could be seen.

Wei Rong was tortured by the Thousand Threads Bone Poison to the point of losing consciousness. The heart-wrenching pain was accompanied by a bone-eating itch, as if millions of worms were wriggling in his bones.

Just when he thought he was about to step into the Hall of Yama, he felt a pain in his mouth, and the next moment, sour and astringent juice flowed in from between his lips.

I was about to spit it out subconsciously when I heard a series of sweet cat meows in my ears.

"Meow meow meow!!!" Don't spit! It took me a lot of effort to find it!

Seeing that the man was about to spit out the Wulin Fruit that she had worked so hard to find, Yun Fu quickly raised her paw to cover his mouth.

Wei Rong felt his lips being pressed by something soft, and the sour juice in his mouth could not be spit out, and had already flowed down his throat into his stomach.

After swallowing this unknown substance, Wei Rong clearly felt that the pain and itchiness in his body had shown signs of subsiding.

Yun Fu clearly saw the handsome man's protruding Adam's apple move, and she knew that he had swallowed it.

Then, she repeated the previous action, brought the remaining Wulin fruit to the man's mouth, stretched out her chubby pads, and slapped the black fruit hard.

With this slap, the fruit juice overflowed and flowed into the man's lips. The dark red juice completely dyed the man's mouth and chin.

Feeling that this bitter and astringent juice might be able to detoxify, Wei Rong stopped resisting and opened his mouth, which was numb from being slapped, and cooperated by eating it.

After hitting four fruits in a row, Yun Fu's paws were sore. The originally pink pads of her flesh had been dyed black and red by the Wulin Fruit. But as she watched the green veins on the man's neck and the back of his hands fade away little by little, Yun Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

The paws were dyed black and red, which was a bit unbearable for the clean-loving Yun Fu. But when she looked up and saw the man's mouth stained with juice, her paws didn't seem so unbearable anymore.

At this time, the sky was turning pale, and the long street paved with bluestone floors was still soaked with dew. A clapper sounded at the end of the alley, followed by the crowing of chickens.

The lid of the steamer on the street corner was opened, and white hot steam rushed straight to the eaves. From time to time, there were a few shouts of hawking.

Yun Fu could no longer hear any of this. She curled up into a ball, huddled on a broken box in the corner, and slept soundly.

Yun Fu was busy all night last night, running to find Wu Lin Guo, covering up the bloodstains outside the shabby house, and suppressing the poison for the handsome man. She was almost exhausted to death.

Not to mention the clamor in the market, even the sound of knife strikes couldn't wake her up.

As the sun rose higher, the noise in the streets became louder and louder. The aroma of oil, sweat, and the smell of dew from plants mixed together and filled the air above the teahouses and tile shops where wine flags were fluttering.

Wei Rong opened his eyes again, and was stung by the sunlight that came in. He couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his eyes.

The wounds on my body were already burning with pain, but the poison in my body seemed to be... suppressed?!

Turning around and looking around, I saw a deserted hut.

The straw mat beneath him was dry and soft, and even had the unique fragrance of grass and trees, but this fragrance was mixed with a hint of blood.

Wei Rong looked at the bloodstains on the straw mat, which seemed to be vomited by him.

With a glance, he saw a small thing curled up in the corner, and Wei Rong remembered the little guy he saw before he fell into a coma.

So he had mistakenly entered the kitten's territory? Or even taken over its... nest?

Wei Rong propped himself up and stood up with difficulty, holding on to the wall.

The clothes on his body were dirty and torn, and the smell of blood mixed with an unknown sour smell made Wei Rong frown uncomfortably.

The lips were swollen, painful, and sticky. Wei Rong raised his hand to touch them, and his hands were stained with black and red juice.

I put it to the tip of my nose and sniffed it. The sour taste mixed with the pungent astringency was exactly the same as the taste in my mouth.

Did he eat this strange fruit to suppress the poison in his body? Who saved him?

As everyone knows, there is no antidote for the Thousand-Threaded Bone Snake venom. Even the world-famous poison doctor has not found a way to detoxify it.

And now, not only did he not die after being poisoned by this poison, the poison was suppressed and he saved his life.

Yun Fu felt uncomfortable sleeping on this broken wooden box. She turned over and stretched her body.

Unable to stretch out, the cat tilted its body and rolled out of the wooden box.

"Meow!!!"

A slightly shrill cat cry interrupted Wei Rong's thoughts. Seeing the little guy in the corner about to fall to the ground, he hurried to catch him with his heavy body.

But it was too slow and the cat had already landed on the ground.

The little guy turned over nimbly, landing on the ground smoothly on all fours, with his tail raised high and his two little ears tilted back.

From its round eyes, Wei Rong could see that the little guy was still in shock.

Moving his eyes downward, Wei Rong saw that the cat's front paws were dyed black and red, exactly the same color as the one he had just wiped from the corner of his mouth.

Yun Fu looked at the man who had been able to stand up from the straw mat, and was surprised and happy. The handsome man was alive!!! Her efforts last night were worth it.

When the eyes swept over the man's mouth covered with Wulin fruit juice, his handsome face looked a little funny.

Fortunately, Yun Fu was a cat at that time, so even if she smiled, the man couldn't tell.

Wei Rong could only see the tail of the warm yellow chubby cat swinging rapidly behind it, and vaguely felt that the kitten in front of him seemed different from the cats he usually saw.

He propped himself up, ignoring the injuries on his body, looked down at the little guy standing not far away, and tentatively extended his hand.

Yun Fu watched the man reaching out his hand towards her, and it seemed that he wanted to touch her.

After more than a month since she turned into a cat, Yun Fu has already become familiar with this routine, because she is so cute.

Many people who see her want to reach out and touch her, but Yun Fu doesn't let everyone touch her.

The old lady who often gave her hot buns on the street, the fisherman who threw her a fish from time to time, the young child who was missing two teeth... Yun Fu let them touch all of these.

As for the evil people who had a wicked smile and malicious eyes, wanting to capture her, sell her for money, or even torture her, Yun Fu not only refused to let them touch her, but would also scratch them with her claws.

Now facing this handsome yet strange man, Yun Fu hesitated for a moment.

Which category did he belong to? She couldn't tell.

But Yun Fu's attention was suddenly attracted by the man's outstretched hand.

The five fingers are as slender as bamboo joints, with distinct joints like pine branches on a snowy mountain. The sunlight shines through to the back of the hand, and the pale blue veins are faintly visible, like ice cracks crawling across white jade porcelain. It is so beautiful that people want to treasure it.

Yun Fu was dazzled by the beauty in front of her, and her body moved uncontrollably towards the hand.