The silver wolf transformed into human form, its silver hair dazzlingly bright, but the scars on its face were even more noticeable.
"Huo Yangui?" He pointed to the scar on his face. "Do you still remember me?"
Yan Gui was panting heavily. Although he was a prisoner, he remained arrogant and glanced disdainfully at the silver wolf. "Isn't that the wolf that knelt at my feet begging me to let you go? I thought it was some coward."
The wolf didn't argue with him and patted his face in a good mood, saying, "I used to kneel at your feet, now I'll make you kneel at my feet."
He forcefully lifted Yan Gui by the hair, pulled him to his feet, and stumbled away.
Yan Gui was helplessly thrown onto the altar of the Silver Wolf clan. Every race in nature believes in gods and basically has an altar for communicating with ancestors, gods and ghosts. It is usually a very important place.
The silver wolf threw him up there, and the entire silver wolf clan below cheered, chanting "Kill him! Kill him!"
The Silver Wolf clan is considered quite powerful, but the Dragon clan is even more powerful, even using the Silver Wolf cubs as training tools during their early years.
Every adult orc, when they were young and just growing up, would have their eldest and second eldest fathers catch other races' cubs to give them something to chew on.
He was the best in the clan, and countless cubs had used him to sharpen their teeth, but the one he remembered most was probably the silver wolf.
She looked at him with hatred while kneeling down and begging him to let her go; she knew how to be patient at such a young age.
Even after enduring so many years, he still longed to drink his blood and pull out his tendons every moment.
The silver wolf, with its flowing silver hair, raised its sword high, aiming it at his chest.
Yan Gui took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and lay peacefully on the ground, awaiting death.
He spoke softly, chanting incantations to communicate with the gods of nature. Suddenly, he felt a chill; his clothes had fallen off, and a sword slid down his chest, lifting his last shred of modesty to reveal his naked body.
The audience erupted in laughter, seemingly celebrating, yet also mocking him, laughing at his misfortune.
Yan Gui is tall and slender with smooth skin. Under Hui's care, she looks as sweet and beautiful as if she has been coated with honey.
The silver wolf dropped its sword and suddenly pounced, grabbing his ankle and spreading his legs apart. It then pressed him over his head, giving Yan Gui no time to react before his entire body was exposed.
Yan Gui was furious and began to struggle incessantly. With each movement, the wound on his chest began to bleed again, flowing continuously. His strength was also slowly fading away. His last memory was of the silver wolf picking up the torch given to him by his tribe and pressing it against his chest.
A sharp pain struck, and Yan Gui fainted.
I thought I was about to die, but when I woke up again, I was lying in a hole in the ground with my feet bound by iron chains.
It took Yan Gui a long time to accept the fact that he had fallen from a high place to a low place and could no longer fly. This was a blow to him that was no different from the extinction of his race.
He had thought about suicide, but in nature, no male commits suicide. People who commit suicide are not accepted by nature; it symbolizes failure and bad luck. In the future, people will only talk about him as a coward.
Yan Gui didn't want to be a coward, so he lived a difficult life every day.
Although he was still alive, he had been seriously ill, which had almost drained his body and made him weak. He would lie underground for ten days or half a month without coming out. His skin was as white as snow, with an unnatural paleness, like the face of a dead person.
That day, Silver Wolf didn't seem to care much about his condition, leaving him to fend for himself. Occasionally, he would bring him some medicine, but if he spilled it, he would stop bringing it. If he didn't drink it, it was basically the same as waiting to die.
Come to think of it, he once forced someone to kneel down and made him crawl out of the latrine in the most humiliating way, so it's only right that he retaliates now.
The change probably started with his slowly protruding belly. At some point, he became so thin that he had no fat on his body except for his belly, which grew bigger and bigger, like he was pregnant. It was covered with bluish-purple veins, making it look particularly frightening.
When Yan Gui was washing her face, she accidentally saw her big, protruding belly, which was a huge round shape. When she touched it, she could feel something moving inside.
He's pregnant!
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