Even the mighty archangel was caught in a dilemma upon witnessing this scene.
How can he teach a cub to suckle?
Just as Nosius fell silent, the cub was on the verge of crying because it couldn't lick any blood.
He thought Nosius was deliberately refusing to give it to him. The little guy held his head and thought for a moment, then started to clasp his hands together in prayer, making the child so anxious that he was almost talking.
Nosius sighed and could only tear open the wound on his fingertip a little. Blood gushed out immediately, and several drops were poured over the cub's head. After the blood soaked its hair, the cub's head seemed to become even heavier. The cub, which was already three-headed, suddenly became top-heavy and its head tilted back.
Nosius had to support the cub's back, and finally he simply closed his palms and held the cub in his hands, so that the cub's head could rest right in the mouth of Nosius's hand. Now, the cub could finally eat.
The cub was exhausted just from eating that meal.
After he finished eating, he immediately closed his eyes and became sleepy, not even having time to wipe the bloodstains off his body.
Nosius was aware that this was partly due to Qianyuan drinking his blood, since the divine power in his blood was just as strong, and a few drops would be enough for such a small cub to digest for a long time.
Nosius, however, still had to diligently clean the cubs.
Out of consideration for the cub's growth, Nosius did not use magic to clean the cub directly, but instead fetched water from the sacred pool to bathe it.
The baby, who was sleeping, was able to float in the water by instinct, and it seemed very skilled at it. It must have been a fish or something before it was reincarnated.
But the cubs, feeling the water flowing over their bodies and gradually being awakened, are a different story.
He opened his eyes and was horrified to find that Nosius had let go of his hand, leaving him floating alone in the small bathtub. The little guy couldn't kick his legs or not kick them. He had no tentacles left and couldn't swim like an octopus. He could only sink to the bottom with a splash and choke on several mouthfuls of water.
Nosius swiftly scooped the cub out, but after being soaked to the bone, the cub, looking like a drenched chick, was clearly still shaken, trembling and clinging tightly to his fingers.
Without a word, Nosius used his divine power to dry the cub, then held it in his palm and kept coaxing it until it calmed down a little, but it was still clearly terrified.
Nosius, seeing the cub's terrified expression, felt a pang of regret. He apologetically brought the cub a small fruit. It was a human fruit; though small, it was juicy and sweet.
Even when Nosius carefully cut the fruit open, the little guy wouldn't eat it. He would just smell the fruit after seeing it, and once he was sure it was food, he would push the fruit toward Nosius without touching it himself.
It's clearly an attempt to curry favor.
Nosius was not in a good mood.
He had unknowingly come to regard Qianyuan as his own possession, but when the cub was so weak, Nosius only wanted to raise him well and was willing to give Qianyuan the best of everything.
Even the malice in his heart couldn't stir up any emotion when facing this cub.
What kind of scum, what kind of ugly soul, would bully a cub?
The angrier Nosius became, the colder his eyes grew.
He stripped himself of his emotions, becoming like a statue, unmoved by joy or sorrow, standing tall in the snowy mountains, cold from the inside out, without a trace of emotion.
Only the cubs, so tiny they were barely bigger than his palm, yet they dared to try to melt the snow off Nosius.
He held Nosius's fingers, trying to warm Nosius with his own body heat. The little guy breathed on them as he tried to warm them, and every now and then he would look up at the angel.
So well-behaved.
Well, Nosius didn't quite capture it perfectly. Seeing such adorable cubs, he always felt a slight urge to bully them excessively.
Squeeze the cubs until they melt like cream, or something like that.
But Nosius thought this idea was utterly insignificant.
This is not enough to conceal his tenderness and affection for the cubs.
Qianyuan saw a single pixel turn up at the corner of Nosius's mouth and felt that her efforts had been meaningful. After working hard for most of the day, her little master was finally satisfied and started to climb up again, wanting to reach her fixed little nest—Nosius's neck.
Nosius saw that he must have had a hard time climbing from morning till night, so he took him directly to his destination.
Qianyuan was satisfied. She stroked the hairs from left to right, soothing them, before curling them up into a ball and falling asleep.
However, because the angels' emotional value is even harder to obtain, the emotional value that the cubs can gain in a short time is negligible. Therefore, the established mechanism will not show any pity to the cubs, and the excruciating pain quickly swept over Qianyuan's entire body.
Here we go again?
Qianyuan thought vaguely in her dream.
He seemed to have returned to the time when he was a child and frequently suffered from pain and illness.
His parents were still arguing, saying they would abandon him. Qianyuan only remembered hiding in a small cupboard, watching his mother holding a kitchen knife, and his father throwing a stool that hit the cupboard door.
Qianyuan was both afraid and enduring the pain that the child could hardly bear.
He seemed to be comforting himself, saying that once he got used to it, the pain wouldn't hurt so much.
He also thought that if he were healthy, his parents might not have abandoned him.
So Qianyuan often made a wish in front of the dark cabinet: he would pay any price as long as he could get healthy and his parents would stop arguing.
But when the cupboard was removed, his father stuffed him into a large black garbage bag and threw him away like real trash next to the waste, and he didn't wait for a merciful god to descend.
It's so cold, so dark, and it hurts so much...
Qianyuan, what did you do wrong?
...
"The baby's awake!"
With a gasp, Qianyuan gradually woke up from her unpleasant dream.
Before the cub could even realize where it was, it was already surrounded by a large group of people.
He sat up from Nosius's embrace and saw that besides the angels, there were also demons and humans looking at him, their eyes filled with the relief of surviving a calamity.
God knows what Nosius was thinking when he discovered the cubs were developing a fever, convulsing, and trembling.
This was the only time Nosius experienced the feeling of the sky falling and the earth collapsing.
The other angels were also frantic. They used all their healing spells, but to no avail for the tiny body of the cub.
They could only rush to the demon leader, Vino, whose face darkened when he saw the cub's condition.
Such a tiny cub! Even the newly hatched cubs of their demon race aren't this weak.
And she also had such a serious illness.
They looked like there was nothing that could be done.
Vino was terrified, worried that the angels might just tear the demon race apart.
However, seeing how pitiful and frail the cub was, Vino still summoned the most powerful witch doctor of the demon race to do his best to treat the cub.
Nosius wasn't satisfied, so he even dragged over the human bishop next to him and spammed out Greater Healing spells like they were free.
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