Chapter 125 Ah Leng There are actually two kinds of things in this world.

Qi Tang secretly gestured, not noticing before, but now that she stopped, she felt that the wolf cub seemed to have grown a lot taller.

He frowned slightly, puzzled, but not knowing who to ask, he could only shake his head and put the thought out of his mind.

Water was flowing all over the cave entrance, and the humidity in the air seemed to be materializing. Qi Tang tugged at her wet and sticky sleeves, pressed down on her collar which was being dragged down by the rain, and looked down.

The wolf cub, looking like a drowned rat, was staring blankly into space, his eyes flickering with light and shadow, and his bloodless lips were bitten until they bled.

The wet wolf pelt hung loosely on his shoulders, and his bare forearms were covered in a fine layer of granules. He unconsciously hunched his shoulders, but his face remained expressionless.

Qi Tang felt a pang of heartache for the spiritual power that was about to disappear. She turned her back, magically pulled a tinderbox from her sleeve, put her arm around his shoulder from behind, and led him inside.

Because of the vines that climbed all over the entrance of the cave and the fact that it was a rainy day, there was not a single ray of light in the cave. It was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and you could only smell the rotten smell of damp moss.

Qi Tang couldn't help but look down to observe the wolf cub's reaction, afraid that the darkness of the cave would arouse his still not completely lowered guard.

Unexpectedly, the opposite was true.

His pupils dilated slightly in the darkness, and the tense muscles in his neck relaxed completely in the familiar darkness.

He subconsciously searched for a suitable ambush and hiding place in the unfamiliar environment, but the cave was really small. Apart from the dry branches piled up like a small hill, there was only a soft leaf covering the ground.

Seeing that he was not unwell, Qi Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief, gathered some dry branches and leaves into a pile, lit a tinderbox, and the tiny sparks instantly ignited.

A handful of withered leaves were placed on top, and the white smoke dissipated slowly, instantly lighting up the entire cave.

Almost instantly, a hoarse roar suddenly resounded.

Its emerald green eyes shrank, and the wolf cub arched its back and kept backing away, howling pitifully at the fire as if frightened by the firelight.

Before Qi Tang could withdraw her hand, she realized something was wrong. She deliberately kept a distance and slowed down the ignition process, just to avoid scaring him.

A sudden burst of flame licked his palm. Qi Tang abruptly pulled her hand back, ignoring the stinging pain, and quickly got up to hug him, pressing his head to soothe him, saying, "Don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid..."

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Wolf cubs don't understand human language, but the emotions they convey through simple words are probably accurate.

After an unknown amount of time, the person in my arms finally stopped struggling to back away, and the echoing roars gradually ceased, leaving only heavy breathing in my ears.

His shoulders heaved violently, but his tense muscles gradually relaxed, as if he was trying to control himself and calm down.

Qi Tang gently ruffled his frizzy, damp hair, then couldn't help but lower her head and rub her forehead against his, saying, "Good boy, good boy."

She only realized it then.

It's surprisingly satisfying to successfully calm down a volatile and frightened wolf cub.

She gazed into the clear, moist blue eyes before her, the icy needles within seemingly melted away by the firelight, leaving only a lake of emerald glass, still reflecting her own image.

I finally understand why my junior sister likes the Cloud-Riding Dog so much.

Qi Tang rubbed his head again, finding him especially adorable, and his insecure look was also particularly cute.

At this moment, she had completely forgotten Leng Lingqi's 'evil deeds' and only wanted to make the wolf cub's face rounder so that she could knead the two soft mounds of flesh on his cheeks.

Her heart had already melted into a lump of mud. Qi Tang put one arm around his waist and slowly moved the other hand closer to the fire. When she felt a slight heat in her palm, she withdrew her hand and carefully pressed it against half of his face.

The touch on my cheek was soft and burning hot, warmer than crawling under a mother wolf's belly on a snowy night.

His eyes flickered, and before he could even think, he instinctively snuggled up to her, still carrying a hint of unspeakable dependence and longing.

Qi Tang... Qi Tang was completely powerless to fight back.

The wolf cub reacted quickly, its neck stiffening for a moment, but its eyes remained fixed on her hand.

Fortunately, he was clever and remembered the deer's original body temperature, so he quickly understood the purpose of the fire.

He had been caught in a downpour, and the wolf skin he was wearing and his hair were soaked and stuck to his body. Of course, he was very cold, but he was born with incomplete hair, and he had been used to the feeling of the cold prying open his bones since he was a child.

Compared to a cold night in the snow, what is a downpour?

But the deer insisted on pulling him closer to the ever-burning fire.

He pursed his lips, but didn't shake off the hand. He just stared warily at the firelight, as if afraid it would suddenly attack.

He cautiously took a small step.

The warmth gradually spread over, slowly loosening the stiff joints.

Flames danced in his pupils, and he gripped her hand tightly.

In the quiet cave, only the crunching of dry leaves underfoot and the soft crackling of burning firewood could be heard. The exposed skin felt slightly warm, and the small goosebumps that had just appeared quietly disappeared.

Guided, he slowly squatted down on the ground, his whole body tense, but his mind was racing—

Taking a step closer brings a little more warmth.

There is actually another thing like this in the world.

His gaze was unfocused, his head was turned to the side, and the tip of his nose twitched repeatedly.

However, before they could even discern the difference between the two, a bluish-white bird egg suddenly appeared before them.

The fishy smell momentarily disrupted the wolf cub's sense of smell, causing it to furrow its brow almost imperceptibly.

A sudden dampness spread through her palm, and the tingling sensation vanished in an instant. Qi Tang opened her eyes wide and watched him swallow the eggshell along with the shell.

She hurriedly raised her hand, trying to pry it out, but it was too late.

The crunching sound of the shell made her teeth ache, and before she could even pinch his mouth shut, the wolf cub had already swallowed it.

That's how it is in the wilderness; unless you devour something, you're always at risk of being robbed. Hunger means the inability to hunt, and even death; it has become an instinct.

Qi Tang stood there, speechless, and could only turn around and hide a handful of berries in her sleeve.

Sitting close to the wolf cub, Qi Tang turned his little head, pointed at herself, and mouthed, "Qi Qi."

The wolf cub, of course, didn't react at all; it just stared at her, its ears twitching slightly, seemingly puzzled.

Qi Tang patiently repeated it several times, then tapped his nose, but her slightly open mouth paused.

She hadn't forgotten his reaction when the Nightmare called his name from outside the Nightmare Realm.

Her gaze unconsciously fell on the silver lock on his chest. She hesitated for a long time before tentatively calling out to him, "A-Leng."

Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, Qi Tang was relieved and repeated it several more times.

The wolf cub stared at her, wondering what she was doing. An inexplicable irritation pounded in his chest, and his fingertips instinctively reached for a stone on the ground.

Qi Tang clenched her fists, looked down into his eyes, and softened her voice: "A Leng, eat."

As she spoke, she opened her palm, revealing ripe berries inside.

Without her prompting, the wolf cub swiftly snatched the food.

Qi Tang smiled and ruffled his hair. "Good boy."

After three more times, she gently turned her pupils, opened her palm, and said softly, "Qiqi, eat."

He reflexively lowered his head, and just as he was about to touch the berry's skin, the hand suddenly closed and quickly withdrew.

Under his gaze, Qi Tang put the berry to her lips, shook her head, and emphasized, "I am Qi Qi."

She pointed to her nose, "Qiqi. Qiqi eats."

The wolf cub tilted its head slightly.

She tilted her head like him, raised her hand, and said lightly, "Ah Leng, eat."

The wolf cub's ears, slightly reddened from roasting, twitched slightly. It slowly and hesitantly lowered its head, its eyes fixed on her, as if observing her expression.

Soon, he snatched the berries from his palm.

It was a success!

Qi Tang pounced on him, hugged his head, and ruffled his hair. "Good boy, A Leng, you're so smart. How can you be so smart?"

Her dry, yellow hair was already half-dry, and it was quickly ruffled into a frizzy mess, making her look even more like a little lion than before.

So cute.

It's much cuter than my junior sister's cloud-riding dog.

I couldn't resist and kissed him on the forehead.

A sudden 'sizzle' sound rang out, and he stiffened his neck, not daring to move an inch.

This time, Qi Tang didn't miss the piercing sound, and she subconsciously bent down.

By the firelight, she could clearly see the white scratches on the stone's surface, and a little blood seeped from her scratched fingertips, which were already cracked and were splitting even deeper.

Qi Tang gasped, and in a panic, threw the stone away. She gripped his hand, wanting to touch it but not daring to. Her fingers curled up and down, not knowing what to do.

After a short while, he could only lean closer and whisper a few times.

The moment his hands were restrained, the wolf cub felt a sudden surge of anxiety and unease.

He instinctively tried to break free, but at the last moment, for some reason, his fingertips flinched and he didn't move.

I just watched her lower her head quietly, the cool breath brushing against my burning fingertips, like a gentle breeze in the middle of summer.

The campfire crackled and burned, making his face hot, but his fingertips felt as if they were probing into a wild spring, and he couldn't tell whether it was hot or cold.

......

The rain outside the cave never stopped, and Qitang spent the whole day teaching the wolf cubs simple commands.

Aside from his refusal to try speaking, the other achievements made Qi Tang, a first-time teacher, fall in love with imparting knowledge, teaching skills, and resolving doubts.

For the first time, I felt that this nightmare realm wasn't so bad after all.

Her clothes were completely dry, but the crabapple blossoms embroidered on her gauze skirt were covered in mud and water.

Of course, she wouldn't waste her spiritual energy on something like this. She simply pulled up her loose collar, lay down on her knees, and watched the wolf cubs eat while idly weaving rattan rings.

She wanted to make a flower wreath, but unfortunately there was nothing on the cave walls except for vines.

Taking advantage of his inattention, they quickly put the small rattan ring around his head.

Qi Tang blinked and deliberately asked, "Who is so cute?"

He tilted his head, puzzled, his cheeks puffed out, and subconsciously stopped chewing.

Qi Tang laughed out loud, rubbed his cheek, tapped his nose and drew out the last syllable: "So it's A Leng!"

Her eyes curved into crescent moons, with amber stars hidden deep within them.

He instinctively leaned forward to look for it, but the little deer had already turned around and, as if by magic, produced another vine ring and put it on its head.

Her lips were moving as she spoke, but the wolf cub wouldn't listen.

He stared at the vine ring above her head, then suddenly looked at the vines climbing the cave wall, his fingertips unconsciously scratching at the air.