Chapter 133 Sorry, I can't save you.
Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt a wet feeling on my wrist, tingling and itchy.
Sang Qing pushed Shi Ying's head and said, "Stop making trouble. I'm going to comfort you."
Shi Ying saw the clarity in Sang Qing's eyes. She had no idea what she had just done. Shi Ying's hot heart suddenly cooled down.
At the same time, a nameless anger rose.
That's right, she only wanted to apply ointment to herself and was only interested in her beast form.
Shi Ying felt depressed and buried his head on Sang Qing's legs, his ears drooping.
After a while, the spiritual thread dissipated in his spiritual sea, the hand stroking his back stopped, and the sound of shallow breathing came to his ears.
Shi Ying stood up, looked at Sang Qing's peaceful sleeping face, and reluctantly moved closer, licked Sang Qing's hand with his tongue, and then licked his neck.
Only when Sang Qing's body was completely filled with his scent did Shi Ying change back into human form and pick him up from the sofa.
The cat ears on his head were still there, and there was a redness on his stern face that was hard to fade away.
After putting the person on the bed and covering him with a quilt, Shi Ying immediately went back to his room to take a cold shower.
After showering, he returned to Sang Qing's room.
He climbed onto the bed and lay on his side next to Sang Qing.
Just one glance and the cold shower I just took was wasted.
Shi Ying gritted his teeth and reached out to pinch Sang Qing's face.
"Damn little Bodhisattva..."
Sang Qing was sleeping so soundly that she didn't even dream, let alone respond to his mumblings.
Shi Ying didn't use too much force, but Sang Qing's skin was so tender that it still turned a faint pink, and her red lips were bright, making her look even more attractive.
The expression in Shi Ying's eyes changed several times, but in the end, reason suppressed his desire and he withdrew his gaze.
He accidentally glanced at the half-clenched white hand outside the quilt and stared at it for a moment.
I tucked the tail in, and it fit just right.
It was uncomfortable to sleep in the little Bodhisattva's bed, but he didn't want to go back.
…
The next day, Sang Qing went to see Manzhu again.
Manzhu is still staying in the previous independent aquarium. Several scales on its tail have been reduced, and it does not look as symmetrical and beautiful as before.
"Little female, are you here?" Manzhu swam to the edge of the glass. She was not surprised by Sang Qing's arrival, but raised her eyebrows at Shi Ying behind Sang Qing.
"Are you okay?" Sang Qing asked worriedly, looking at Manzhu's face which was so pale that it was almost transparent.
Manzhu wagged his tail and smiled indifferently, "I won't die for the time being."
Sang Qing: “…”
This guy is always like this. Even though he is about to die, he can still laugh.
"Can I not go?" Sang Qing asked directly.
"No." Manzhu denied without hesitation, looking at Sang Qing with a half-smile. "If you don't go, more garbage will be sent in. Do you want to suffer more?"
Sang Qing: "I didn't suffer much..."
Everyone helped him get his money back with interest.
"Oh, the little filly is so kind."
"But it's already been reported, so it can't be canceled. Those rubbish are doomed to die. What a shame."
Manzhu smiled, but his eyes were cold.
Talking lightly about other people's life and death, it seemed as if he was also mocking his own inevitable fate.
Sang Qing: "Then can we go later?"
"Of course not." This time Manzhu did not give a reason.
Sang Qing was silent. What should he do?
She couldn't save Manju, and she might not even be able to save the snake-lizard beastman.
She is the only one in the institute, and one person's ability is limited.
She might be able to save them, but it would take time.
And they don't have time.
Before she came, the fate of the orcs in the institute was determined, and they would die sooner or later.
She should have respected the fate of others calmly.
But after being here for so long, she had already formed a bond with them and didn't want to watch them sacrifice themselves.
Although Mu Yan and the others are annoying, most orcs are simple and kind.
Even Manzhu, although crazy, would help her answer her questions, ask his orcs to be polite to her, bring her cakes, and help her deal with those who bullied her.
It's just that the method is a bit extreme.
Maybe she is not a good person either, and she has no sympathy for people she hates.
But she wanted to save the person she loved but was powerless to do so.
When Manzhu saw the little female pursed her lips and didn't say anything, she knew that she was worried about how to save people again.
It can't be said that she is bad. After all, only a female like her would think about keeping these consumables alive instead of trying her best to squeeze out every last bit of value from them.
Manju turned around and dived into the water, picking up a few scales from the bottom of the pond.
In front of Shi Ying, he handed it to Sang Qing again, "Do you want it? You can light it up and play with it."
Shi Ying's eyes darkened, fortunately Sang Qing refused.
"No, thank you."
Sang Qing looked at the red wounds on Manzhu's body where scales had fallen off and said, "Is there something wrong with you? You like to pull scales out for fun. There are so many incense sticks, there's no need to use this method."
Manzhu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly, "That's true."
Then he crushed the scales in his hand.
Although he didn't pull these out.
Sang Qing: “…”
He always wants to crush things, and he always feels that breaking someone's neck is a common thing for him.
Recall what Manju said that day.
It’s true.
Truly... an outlaw.
However, I feel that he is not a bad person in many things, so... it is difficult to evaluate.
Maybe he just thought that since he was going to die soon, there was nothing to worry about, so he might as well just go for it.
In the end, he became the person she envied.
No one wants to be a madman, but at the same time they envy madmen who can go crazy anytime and anywhere.
…
For the next two days, Sang Qing provided psychiatric treatment to the orcs of the Lizard Team, but it was a drop in the bucket.
She racked her brains but couldn't think of a solution to the problem.
The orcs' single method of calming mental unrest is too limited.
On the third day, Sang Qing arrived at the shelter early and, together with Admiral Curry and others, saw off the team that was going to carry out this mission.
The orcs who were causing trouble were suppressed by the Lizard Team with force. Although they were unwilling to accept this, they didn't even dare to look at them with resentment. They could only curse and swear in their hearts.
Manzhu regained his legs, but the polluted aura on his body became more and more violent, and Sang Qing could feel it from a distance.
It feels like forcibly compressing a large amount of flammable and explosive gas into a small container, which will explode sooner or later.
The metal ring around his neck was removed, and there was nothing restraining him anymore. His beautiful face was filled with a desire for destruction.
Sang Qing still couldn't help wanting to try it.
The mental power spread out in invisible waves between his wrists, and finally returned to silence.
Apart from the existing contract between Shiying and Shiying, she could not feel anything else.
She smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, I can't save you."
Manzhu lowered her eyes and looked at the scales that her slender hands had just touched, her emerald eyes tinged with a deep color.
He looked up and smiled, "No wonder that tiger, even without reason, likes you. Even though it's useless, it's quite comfortable."
"Are you comfortable?"
Sang Qing looked at Manzhu.
Is Manzhu also in pain?
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