Tang Song's mind went blank for a moment, her face filled with panic. "What did you say?!"
"Zhu Hao is nowhere to be found!" Tang Wu repeated anxiously, glancing back at the wolves jumping around frantically in the manor. "We've searched the entire manor, but he's not there!"
Tang Song's breath hitched. He turned to look for it, but then caught a glimpse of Fang Ling lying on the ground, disheveled. He said in a deep voice, "Lock this thing up first."
"Yes! Where should I lock him up..."
Before Tang Wu could finish speaking, Tang Song had already vanished.
Tang Wu paused, staring at the woman on the ground who reeked of fish and urine, and frowned in disgust.
"Tang Yue! Tang Yue!" Tang Wu shouted into the manor, "Come here and put this thing in the underground warehouse and lock it up! Wolf Lord and I will go outside to look for it!"
"They're here!"
*
In the pitch-black bedroom, a pair of dark pupils shone exceptionally bright.
Song Shang sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Zhu Hao on the bed, picked up the staff in his hand, and took a deep breath.
He spent the last few days searching through ancient texts in the fox clan and finally found a spell that could control his beloved.
As long as he enters into a partnership contract with her, he can control her thoughts and actions for a long time.
But regardless of the species, examples of couples forming partnerships with humans are extremely rare.
Even if there are, they are all failures.
Without exception, they all died as a pair.
The lucky ones are only human deaths.
Song Shang swallowed hard, took out a dagger, and cut his fingertip.
Bright red blood flowed out relentlessly, dripping onto the floor little by little.
For a couple to form a bond, the blood from their fingertips needs to be fused, causing bone marrow remodeling and mutual adjustment, until a small image of the other appears on their collarbone, only then is the ritual considered complete.
This adjustment period is to allow both partners to synchronize their physical condition and lifespan, which will help them raise the next generation together.
It sounds simple, but the entire process of adjustment and restructuring is extremely painful.
It's no less than having all your bones broken and then put back together, or being ripped open alive and having your internal organs pulled out.
If the gap in strength between the two sides is too large, the adjustment period will be longer; the greater the gap, the longer it will take.
Many people develop self-harm or suicidal tendencies during the adjustment period because they cannot bear the pain.
Even with proper protective measures, a small percentage of humans who survive may suffer from depression and commit suicide a few days later due to their inability to accept the changes in their skeletal structure.
He thought he was fully prepared, but he still hesitated.
Zhu Hao, lying on the bed, trembled slightly, showing signs of waking up.
He had no time to hesitate.
Song Shang raised the dagger and gestured at Zhu Hao's fair and delicate hand for a moment, his brows furrowing, unable to bring himself to strike for a long time.
With her delicate skin, wouldn't a cut leave a scar?
Human girls, like their fox clan, love beauty.
She'd sell anything for beauty.
She would be very sad if she had scars on her body.
Song Shang hesitated for a moment, then took a needle from the drawer and walked towards Zhu Hao.
He hardened his heart and stuck the needle into her fingertip.
Blood beads instantly appeared.
He took out the painkillers he had made over the past few days and put them into Zhu Hao's mouth.
He picked up his staff, twirling it above Zhu Hao's head while touching her with his cut fingertips.
Just as they were about to touch, a white light suddenly shone brightly, dazzlingly so.
Zhu Hao was also startled awake. She stared at the ceiling in a daze, and when she turned her head, she could only vaguely see a figure with what seemed to be several tails behind it.
Bang!!
The house was blown up!
Before Zhu Hao could react, he was suddenly lifted into the air, his vision blurred, and he stared blankly at the villa that had been razed to the ground.
The circuits were erratic, and the blue flashes of electricity were extremely conspicuous in the darkness, emitting a hissing sound that was quite eerie.
Zhu Hao looked up blankly and met Tang Song's sharp, vertical pupils.
She opened her lips, "Tang..."
[Holy crap! What?! That vixen actually wants to form a partnership contract with my cub?! Does she have a death wish?!]
Wishing you well, may your thoughts pause.
What is that?!
who??
Song Dynasty Shang Dynasty?
Song Shang wants to enter into a partnership contract with her! ??
Tang Song's chest heaved with anger as he glanced down at Zhu Hao's shocked face.
My gaze briefly passed over her collarbone.
It was spotless, with nothing at all.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of dried bloodstains on her fingertips.
Damn! Thank goodness that kid didn't succeed!
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Tang Song tightened his grip on her.
Zhu Hao, still feeling a lingering fear, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.
A slight pain shot through my fingertip.
She looked up and saw only a speck of blood on her fingertip.
She wiped it away with her fingertip, then looked up in confusion.
It took Tang Song a long time to find his voice, which trembled without him even realizing it, "It's alright, it's alright..."
"Cough cough cough..." Song Shang crawled out of a pile of rubble, his ears and tail sticking out.
The white fur was stained with blood.
Dust and gravel clung to his wounds, deepening with each movement, grinding against every nerve.
Song Shang, panting heavily, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his dark eyes fixed on the blessing in Tang Song's hand.
"Give it back!" Song Shang stumbled to his feet and walked toward Zhu Hao, his eyes filled with obsessive gloom.
Zhu Hao only glanced at it before burying herself in Tang Song's arms, unwilling to look at Song Shang.
Song Shang's eyes widened, realizing her evasion, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed by a large hand.
For the first time, he experienced what pain was, what excruciating agony was.
Song Shang paused for a moment, ignoring Tang Song's murderous gaze, softened his voice, and stared at Zhu Hao with anticipation, "Zhu Hao, come here, come to me."
However, he forgot that he couldn't hear well.
Naturally, it was impossible for him to turn around and look at him.
Tang Song lowered his eyes and carefully examined Zhu Hao's entire body. After confirming that she had no other wounds except for her fingers, he stared at Song Shang and slowly rotated his wrist.
[Waaaaah... Thank goodness the cub is alright... Waaaaah... I'm going to kill that fox!! Awooo~ Awooo~]
Zhu Hao's eyes trembled slightly, and she grabbed his collar.
Don't kill!
Even if Song Shang is a fox, he also has another identity in the human world: a movie star.
He is also an internationally acclaimed film emperor.
If Tang Song kills Song Shang, the police will definitely find out.
Even if Tang Song knew the secret arts of the wolf clan, he could not control the entire human world.
This can be seen from the fact that they, as wolves, live in the human world while hiding their identities.
Furthermore, their base camp is also far from human habitation.
They cannot control the entire human world; they can only carefully integrate with it and then distance themselves from it.
Therefore, we must not kill them!
She shook her head repeatedly, and Tang Song instantly understood what she meant.
He glanced at the determined Song Shang with a gloomy look, then angrily threw him off a mountain a hundred miles away.
He hugged Zhu Hao tightly and quickly slipped back to the manor.
*
bedroom.
Tang Song stared at the tiny wound on Zhu Hao's fingertip with a pained expression. "Does it hurt?"
I shook my head and said, "Wishing you well."
It doesn't hurt, but I'm scared.
Tang Miao accompanied me while I took a shower.
"I'm sorry." Tang Song lowered his voice. "I'm sorry... Go to sleep, I'll stay with you."
He helped Zhu Hao lie down, covered her with a blanket, and sat on the edge of the bed.
Zhu Hao clung to the hem of his clothes, refusing to let go.
"I'm here, don't be afraid." Tang Song patted her hand.
Zhu Hao bit her lip, lifted the covers, and tugged at Tang Song's clothes with a wronged expression, pulling him toward the bed.
【ah!!!!】
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