Chapter 11 The little wanderer who lacks boundaries gently combs his cold sweat...
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Chen staggered forward.
The thick, swaying golden hair obscured his profile. He hissed in pain and raised his neck to inhale. Through the light and shadow between the hair, one can see the tendons in his neck thickening with his breathing, and a patch of dark blue scales appears faintly at the edge of his collar.
This is what cursor shackles are for.
Once the wearer has any evil thoughts, he will be severely punished by electric shock.
Bai Ling heard his suddenly heavy breathing and got out of bed without thinking: "Did you sprain your ankle——"
"Click", the handcuffs stopped him again.
Like a bird trying to fly into someone's hand, but being pulled back by its wings.
Yu Chen tilted his head slightly, and a sharp tooth tip was faintly visible between his plump lips. He felt a long-lost feeling of hunger fermenting and bubbling in his stomach, turning sour, tightening, and eroding the wall of his esophagus.
A young man without any defense.
If it weren't for the handcuffs, would it have flown to his mouth and become a disposable container for him to fill his stomach?
Yu Chen couldn't help but slowly slow down his breathing, and as the tip of his tongue rubbed against his gums, he tasted a slight sourness in the air.
It seems to be the first trace of pheromones that overflowed during the growth and development of omegas... a wonderful reward that only legal guardians can enjoy, the subtle bitter sweetness of primary squeezing...
For alphas in their susceptible period, it is like poison.
No alpha can leave such a delicacy alone.
Yu Chen, however, turned his back to Bai Ling and said in a steady voice: "It's okay. It's getting late, you should get some rest."
Bai Ling looked at the mermaid's back, and felt that these words were a bit revealing. When he looked at the other person carefully again, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were deeply hurt by the fluorescent color coming through the fabric of his trousers.
Cursor shackles.
The thing that had tortured him to the point of collapse and death countless times in the sticky darkness...
"Who tied you up?" For a moment, countless details flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, causing him to feel severe pain. Bai Ling's cold grey eyes turned red with cruelty, "It must have been that bastard Cade, the alpha raised by Biaozi—"
Yu Chen turned around with his cane, raising his eyebrows slightly at the omega's abnormal emotional reaction.
Before he could investigate further, he suddenly heard the rumbling sound of the ground rubbing against each other, squeaking and squeaking, which seemed to shake the whole room.
Amidst this astonishing noise, there was a suppressed, panting voice:
"...Please come here..."
The prosthetic limb twisted and dragged on the ground: "I'll help you take it off, otherwise it will die..."
He struggled with each step and staggered forward.
The AI was stunned and reported: "Master, he is pulling the whole bed and approaching you."
No one knew how that skinny body could suddenly burst out with such a strong willpower. All they knew was that the voice became more and more sad:
"It will rot... and then it will have no legs..."
From the moment Yu Chen heard the word "necrosis", he unconsciously tightened his palm. With a sharp sound, the extremely hard gem on the end of the cane instantly cracked.
He loosened his palm, and the broken gem stained with blood fell from between his fingers.
Yu Chen strode back, and the other party immediately stretched out a spasmodic and trembling hand and grabbed it, tightly grasping the corner of his clothes.
Yu Chen found the position and slid his hand down the skinny shoulder to the slender wrist. He squeezed it hard and almost pulled the whole bedpost off.
The handcuffs clinked onto the carpet.
Two voices sounded almost at the same time——
"Okay, okay, don't be afraid..."
"I'll help you untie the shackles!"
Yu Chen was slightly stunned. The little bird was squatting down in a panic, pulling up his trouser legs, and mumbling in confusion: "... Let me see what model it is. It should be able to violently destroy the circuit board. I need to find a crowbar..."
Little did he know that at this moment in his depressed mind, he was the one who deserved to be destroyed by violence.
Very amazing.
What kind of despair and integrity is this? Only then will one support a broken body, ignore one's own suffering, and persistently sympathize with others.
For the first time, Yu Chen had the urge to take Bai Ling apart and investigate.
Electric shock shackles, psychological stress, decay, and amputated legs... everything seemed to point to a possible truth.
Leg shackles, as a moral thorn to restrain alpha behavior, are a thing of the last century.
However, after the change of dynasties, the electric shock anklet, a product that was originally strictly controlled by the government, did not withdraw from the market, but instead shifted from restraining oneself to controlling others.
In other words, control the omega.
There are numerous birds living on this planet, flying with their wings spread, looking beautiful. When the ocean races look up, the curiosity and yearning for the sky and the earth deeply rooted in their genes often give rise to dark desires in them.
—Catch the birds, break their wings, conquer them.
Especially the three major orders of birds of prey: eagles, falcons, and owls. They are at the top of the food chain in the sky, are the top hunters, and are the darlings of the wind.
This kind of tough and violent temperament can actually arouse an adrenaline-fueled desire to conquer and satisfy the dirtiest and most despicable fantasies of many alphas.
Female birds of prey are tied to their ankles with electric shock chains and locked in cages with no blind spots, cruelly invading their safety zone until they are completely submissive.
The marine aristocratic circle jokingly calls it "hawk-watching".
Yu Chen knew how rampant those undisciplined A's could be.
It is understandable that a sub-adult bird that was teased to the point of collapse and left with lifelong disabilities would sneak into the palace with its claws worn out and covered in blood to seek revenge.
Yu Chen held the wrist and stroked the indentations left by the handcuffs, as if caressing a new collectible.
Rather than pity, he would rather appreciate this bloodiness.
It is a rare pleasure to nurture the flowers on dead branches.
Especially for a bored old man like him.
The panicked bird half-knelt on the ground, and was brought over and pressed on the mermaid's knees. The mermaid's voice was gentle and generous:
"I can consider your request, whether it is begging for food or revenge, whatever you want to use me to achieve, I can satisfy it."
"In exchange, I have only one request of you."
Bai Ling raised his head in a daze, and the gorgeous face between light and dark in his swaying vision made him unable to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality.
“…Wha-what?”
A strong hand suddenly grabbed his jaw, the thumb and index finger pinched the thin face flesh, the ivory-colored finger bones showed some cruel color:
"Be absolutely honest with me."
Show me loyalty.
Perhaps it was because the voice was too bewitching, or perhaps it was because of the desire for close contact when one was sick, Bai Ling lowered her head slightly in a daze and touched his palm with her lips.
He didn't know at that time that he had inadvertently made a pact with the devil.
"Good boy..." Yu Chen relaxed his expression, then he bent down, picked up the hot and feverish body, and carried it to the bed.
As soon as his broken leg touched the mattress, Bai Ling struggled unconsciously and gasped in pain in his arms.
"Shh... Okay, relax slowly," Yu Chen gently combed his hair soaked with cold sweat with his fingers, and whispered to comfort him: "You are safe here, nothing will happen."
The AI quickly checked and found that the master's special pheromones began to surge again.
With Yu Chen's continuous comfort, Bai Ling finally fell asleep with an uneasy look on his face.
Yu Chen covered Bai Ling with a soft quilt, tucked in the corners, and wrapped her up into a safe nest. However, Bai Ling unconsciously turned over and faced towards him, gently breathing in the alpha scent in the air.
A little wanderer with no sense of boundaries...
This naturally expressed sense of trust inadvertently evokes dusty memories somewhere deep down.
He lowered his eyes, leaned down like an old guardian, and kissed Bai Ling's forehead lightly and restrainedly:
"Good night, baby..."
Hope you have a good dream.
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Bai Ling had a dream, dreaming of the only warm time in his life.
At that time, he was still a gray velvety young bird.
He lived in a large dormitory in an orphanage and attended classes at a refugee primary school. Once, a passenger ship that stowed away in the Empire broke down and an asteroid beam killed almost everyone on board. He was one of the survivors.
The environment of the shelter is not very good. It is hot and stuffy in the summer and cold and damp in the winter. The caregivers and the director often fight over a little money. The little magpie in the next bed always cries and asks the parent bird to feed it.
Bai Ling didn't have that many problems. When his mother pushed him onto the smuggling boat, she told him: "No one will feed you when you get there, and you can't miss your mother, understand?"
The young bird shook hands with her and agreed obediently.
He has always been a worry-free child and is willing to do anything to reduce the burden on his mother.
The young birds are trying hard to adapt to their new environment.
While other birds were still wiping tears and missing home, he was chasing pigeons in the square, swimming in the fountain, and rushing into the alley to fight with other birds for a piece of bread. If he won a fight, he would pick up other people’s feathers and put them in his pocket, coldly wipe the blood from his nose, and hold a piece of bread in his mouth, becoming the most ferocious guy in the square.
He also learned how to "rob".
What he did was to wait in the square at six o'clock every afternoon, and when he heard the sound of a milk truck in the distance, he would rush over to stop it, and be the first to stuff the chipped cup into the window, saying viciously:
"Full-fat milk, top up!"
He learned the word "whole milk" from the people in the queue. He also learned a word called "薅鱼级", which roughly means that this milk delivery truck is sponsored by an old fish, and it would be a waste if you don't drink it. It would be best for every household to bring a bucket to get the milk.
There is a milkman robot in the car, which is responsible for measuring the diameter with a ruler. It does not allow them to install a handle on the bucket and tricks the artificial intelligence into saying that it is a teacup.
The young bird once talked to it: "What if I want to have another drink?"
Robot: "Yes, baby bird."
The young bird asked curiously, "Why only give it to the young birds?"
The robot suddenly changed its tone and began to repeat the slogan on the car: "Strong children are the hope of the future of the motherland."
The young bird poked its iron chest to tell it to stop reading: "Who taught you to say that?"
Robot: "This is an order."
The young bird guessed that this must be the order from the old fish.
He always heard people talking about the fish. Some said "it has four arms and six legs", and others said "it is invisible and will drill in the Internet cables and monitor us."
There are many different opinions, and there is no unified statement.
The young bird decided to uncover the secret. He chose a simple and crude way: tracking the milk truck.
As day and night alternate, the sky gradually turns into a blend of gray-blue and orange-red, and the old-fashioned milk truck will flash with colorful lights as it slowly drives along the fixed track. It will circle the city, like an old grandfather, grunting, stopping and starting, slowly climbing up and down the hill.
Through the gaps between the buildings, you can see light pink clouds floating on the sea. The crisscrossing tram lines divide the sky into irregular triangles.
The young bird ran down the hill following the milk cart. He ran so fast that the sea breeze caressed his dandelion-like white fluff. The sea was rushing towards him in the gradually widening field of vision, as if it would embrace him in the next second.
Finally, the milk truck stopped at the terminal.
There are no mermaids with three heads and six arms here, only countless identical trams. With a clear whistle, they turn on their lights and line up neatly to enter the dairy, like a school of patrolling lantern fish, wagging their tails and returning to their deep-sea nests.
In Bai Ling's memory, this was a scene that was almost magical.
The young bird at that time firmly believed that it was the magic of the mermaid.
In the ideological and moral education class, the teacher asked everyone what kind of jobs they wanted to do when they grew up. A group of birds and seafood said they wanted to be dancers, singers, and scientists. Only the young bird stood up and shouted, "I want to be a milkman," and was laughed at by the whole class.
Everyone laughed and said that only the poor people went there to get free milk.
The young bird said, I am a poor person.
Everyone also secretly told him that it was the emperor's spy car. The emperor was monitoring everyone through the milk-dispensing robot inside. He put drugs and chips in the milk given to the children in order to control everyone.
The young bird said, "It must be tiring for him to monitor so many people."
People also say that the emperor is a totalitarian. His famous saying is "The state will guarantee all the rights of Omegas except freedom."
The young bird said, "How wonderful! I want to be an Omega."
But everyone said: "You don't understand at all, freedom is the most precious thing!"
The young bird disagreed. He didn't want freedom. He knew that the Federation across the street was promoting "democracy and freedom" to the Empire every day, but he had milk to drink, but the children of the Federation did not.
Later, the rumors became more and more widespread and more and more outrageous.
Whenever the milk truck slowly climbed up the hill, adults would rush out of their homes and throw eggs and vegetable leaves at it. The elderly would hold their children's hands tightly, wrinkles huddled together, and say, "Don't go! The milk is poisonous!"
Even the music that echoed like Ding Dong was criticized as the devil's decadent music.
But the young bird thinks that it is the most beautiful song in the world. He will hum along with the tune, "Milk fountain~ the source of my growth~"
His classmates all believed that he had been tamed by the devil.
The young bird retorted: "You don't understand. Winter is coming soon. I need to eat enough."
The other birds advised him: "If you get fat, the old emperor will eat you."
The young bird didn't care: "Eat it if you want. I haven't even seen what the devil looks like."
The other birds nicknamed him the Little Slave of Isoparaiso.
The young bird thought, it wouldn’t be bad if he could be a slave to the milk truck for his whole life.
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