Chapter 121 You have to coax the bad guy.
An unbelievable thought intertwined with a sharp pain in her neck, completely disrupting her mind.
Qi Tang stared at the swaying branches above her head, breathing heavily. Her piercing blue eyes and the three words 'Leng Lingqi' written on the wooden sign kept flashing before her eyes, finally settling on the word 'Qi' swaying on the silver lock.
It was as if an invisible thread connected everything that followed their first encounter—the abandoned baby on a snowy night, the boy raised by wolves, the wilderness and the bestiality of hunting—these were what made Leng Lingqi who he was.
Cold-blooded, ruthless, abandoned—Leng Lingqi.
Just like that unsheathed sword, covered with the wolf boy's wounds that never heal, only by revealing its sharpness can it survive the slaughter in the wilderness.
—Just like the sharp teeth that are about to pierce through the neck.
It felt as if a dull knife was embedded in the skin, the stinging pain and the deep, dull pressure tearing at the back of my neck. My heart pounded against my chest because of the danger at that moment, but inside I collapsed silently for a moment.
The beautiful and kind-hearted sword spirit let out a soft breath, deftly raised her hand, clamped his jaw from behind, and used gentle force to press him to the ground.
The soft fabric from the hem of her skirt was tucked into her wet, soft mouth, only managing to moisten a small patch before he viciously grabbed her knuckles.
The thin layer of skin was instantly torn apart, and Qi Tang gasped in pain. She pinched his nose, and instead of retreating, she pushed his left hand, which was being bitten, deeper.
His throat was suddenly blocked, and he reflexively loosened his jaw.
Qi Tang swore that even Song Ju's speed in drawing his sword couldn't match the speed at which she withdrew her hand.
A burning, throbbing pain spread like wildfire, and she instinctively clenched her wrist.
Her delicate, white hands were covered with bite marks of varying depths, the deepest of which revealed the bone beneath. Bloody teeth marks were left on her forearm and the back of her neck, and the flowing blood meandered along the way, soaking the neem-colored collar of her clothes.
The wound throbbed with pain, and her knuckles, which touched the bone, felt as if they were being crushed by falling rocks. She endured the throbbing pain, tore off a strip of cloth, and hastily wrapped the wound.
The heat in her eyes grew stronger. She gritted her teeth. Damn Leng Lingqi, once the barrier is broken, I'll see how I bite you into a skeleton.
He tilted his head back to swallow the burning tears welling up in his eyes, only to be met with a pair of extremely aggressive blue eyes, fierce and full of unyielding bloodlust.
Qi Tang felt so wronged. She was bitten like this and still glared at me. Who is the bad guy here?
She leaned over, pinched his puffed-out cheeks, and pulled them out with a bit of force, saying angrily, "You naughty thing. You've been naughty since you were little. Wait until you grow up, and see how I deal with you."
Even though he couldn't understand what she was saying, the wolf cub could tell from the soreness in her cheeks that she was venting her anger. His low growl was muffled deep in his throat, and he struggled to bare his teeth at her.
The filthy wolf skin slipped from his grasp during the struggle, loosely wedged at his elbow, revealing a dense network of wounds on his chest and back of his shoulder—marks, bite marks, scratches, and puncture wounds from the silver lock...
One wave after another crashed over me like ever-rising waves, extinguishing my insignificant breath and pressing heavily on my heart, leaving me nowhere to retreat.
...He's still just a child.
He was still a child who didn't have the heart to bite her blood vessels.
He loosened his grip little by little with his uninjured right hand until a soft 'slap' landed on his face, as if to wake himself up or to encourage himself.
Her eyelashes fluttered twice.
How to dispel the nightmares hidden in the snowy night and the howling of wolves? She thought, perhaps she should wrap it in soft cotton, add some fresh floral and fruity fragrances, and then let it dry in the warm sun.
Qi Tang poked his cheek, which was covered in mud and scabs. Who told this guy to be bewitched? She had to coax him.
Anyway, she had experience watching her junior sister train dogs!
But before taming the wolf cubs...
Her gaze fell downwards, suddenly landing on the mud-covered wounds on his waist and abdomen. Besides the scratches from the pebbles during the struggle, there was also a taut, circular stab wound on his lower back, with bits of dead leaves and mud embedded in his flesh; if not cleaned, it would likely fester and rot.
no way.
The wounded sword spirit had no choice but to raise his arm and struggle to pick up the wolf cub from the ground.
**
The feeling of weightlessness washed over him, and a sense of upside down and unknown panic filled his chest. His limbs stiffened instantly, his nostrils flared violently, and his fingertips furiously clawed at the arm around his waist, as if he were about to burst out at any moment.
Wanting to tear apart the threat so close at hand, but with his limbs tightly bound by soft cloth, even his canine teeth, which he relied on for survival, were blocked. Fear and anger boiled in his heart, and the rising heat scalded through the thin layer of 'human skin,' leaving only primal bestiality and killing intent.
His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and a broken roar burst forth from deep within his chest, as if a string had been suddenly stretched to the brink of breaking.
Qi Tang was hit on the wound and turned pale with pain. Seeing that his eyes were bloodshot, he quickly turned the wolf cub he was holding horizontally upright, made sure that the bundle of cloth in his teeth had not fallen off, and tightened his right hand around his waist slightly.
Just as the wolf cub was about to pounce, she preemptively lowered her head, pressing her fair cheek against the rough, scratched face of her own, gently rubbing it twice in a comforting manner.
—Softer than anything he could remember.
A sweet floral and fruity fragrance wafted into their nostrils. The wolf cub, raised in the wild, had no concept of 'sweetness', but subconsciously recalled the moment when it suckled milk from its mother wolf when it was young.
For wolves, bowing their heads signifies submission, harmlessness, and yielding.
The anxiety and anger surging in his chest were soothed for a moment, but his eyes were still sharp, his muscles were taut, and he stared at her warily with a hint of the aggression that a wild beast could not shed. His hands and feet, which had been thrashing about like a fish out of water, finally stiffened and slowed down.
Qi Tang breathed a sigh of relief, seemingly having finally stumbled upon a way to soothe the wolf cubs.
She lowered her gaze to the small, dry cracks on his cheek, her left hand trembling slightly from the pain, and gently rubbed his frizzy, messy hair. She pressed her forehead against his and, mimicking her junior sister's soothing of the Yuyun dog, gently shook it twice, uttering some meaningless soothing sounds from her throat.
It was definitely not a wolf howl of any frequency, because wolves wouldn't respond to it, but this deformed deer would.
His ears twitched nervously twice, and his eyes were fixed on the grain warehouse in front of him, not daring to miss any movement.
......
When Qi Tang carried him to the lakeside, his forehead was already covered in sweat. Pain, heat, and exhaustion weighed heavily on his back, and the Sword Spirit slumped down, unable to move.
I've never suffered like this in my life.
A lush green expanse stretches along the water's edge, with a canopy of green overhead. A gentle mountain breeze sweeps by, stirring up delicate ripples on the lake's surface. Hands stained with sweat and blood gently dip into the cool lake water, instantly relieving the heat and even soothing the hidden pain in their wounds.
Qi Tang washed her face, picked a handful of soft leaves by the lake, and then pulled the wary wolf cub into her arms.
He looked as if he had been dug out of a muddy pool of blood; his little face was so dirty that it was hard to see, and his hair was a mess, covered with withered leaves and grass clippings, like a little beggar who had just finished a fight and lived in a dilapidated house or temple.
It looks more like a pitiful, scruffy little wolf cub.
He was still glaring at her with those sharp blue eyes.
Qi Tang stared at him silently for a few moments, then finally gave in and decided to clean up the slovenly little wolf before bandaging the wound.
Fearing he might misunderstand and go crazy, I could only proceed step by step, first washing his dirty face clean so that he would understand that I meant no harm.
Soft leaves floated onto the clear lake surface, and Qi Tang leaned forward, holding the silently struggling wolf cub.
**
His face, so different from that of a wolf, was clearly reflected in the water.
The tightly wrapped wolf skin was violently torn off again, along with all his knowledge, peeled away from his body in a bloody mess.
Each ripple in the water seemed to be a shrill rebuke of his deformity.
This nightmare, dwelling in every pool and lake, clung to me like maggots, savagely and cruelly filling my pupils, drilling into my empty chest through my scarlet eye sockets, squeezing the heart that had never found peace or belonging.
He is neither human nor wolf. In the reflection of the water mirror, the still young wolf boy can only be forced to lose himself and shatter himself time and time again.
Qi Tang had just grasped the damp, soft leaf when the wolf cub in her arms suddenly arched its back, its bound hands and feet violently opening and closing, the strips of cloth digging into its soft flesh and leaving streaks of blood.
The sound of tearing fabric mingled with his frenzied roars. His eyes bulged out, and he smashed his head against the lake surface in a near-furious rage, completely out of control, as if he were about to fall.
Qi Tang's pupils contracted, and she stepped forward to grab his waist and drag him back.
His body was burning hot and trembling all over. He struggled uncontrollably in her arms, repeatedly bumping into her wounds.
Qi Tang's lips were pale, her eyes, brimming with tears, were tightly closed as she held him tightly through the pain, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
She lowered her head, resting her chin on the back of his head, and curled her legs up, enveloping him from all sides.
Suddenly darkness enveloped him, and that soft scent wafted over again. He nestled into another warm body, panting heavily as if escaping a nightmare for the first time. Exhausted and collapsing, he leaned against her chest, wanting nothing more than to bite down and gnaw at himself and the flesh before him.
Still shaken by the violently shaking lake, Qi Tang could only tirelessly stroke his drooping head, "Did I scare you...?"
"I don't want to wash anymore, okay?"
......
The girl's rapid heartbeat filled her chest and the wolf cub's ear canals, like a tidal wave crashing back.
His eyes were red, and he silently ground his canine teeth.
Qi Tang was afraid that he would lose control and go berserk again if she panicked, but when she saw the blood welling up in his eyes on his tender face and the bruises on his wrists and ankles, she softened.
She carefully tightened the thin cloth wrapped around her waist and tied it gently.
Aside from sympathy and pity for the poor little wolf cub, the more important reason is that the Sword Spirit can no longer bear the pain of being attacked again.
Besides, there wasn't enough fabric for her to tear.
Her long dress had long been torn to shreds by the grown-up rogue swordsman, and now it had been ripped into large pieces by the young wolf cub. Did he really expect her to go without clothes?
Qi Tang tugged at the hem of her dress and secretly glared at him.
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Author's Note: Always on the path of precisely stepping on landmines | 77, whose clothes are getting less and less: Could this be a conspiracy?
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