Song Liang was certain that, in the previous instance, Xie Yun had never sworn anything along the lines of “If I ever do such-and-such, I’m a dog.” There was no reason for a perfectly normal man to suddenly become one in this world. However he considered it, he still suspected the main system was behind it.
3085 was deeply displeased.
【Don’t make things up. I’m warning you, nothing good comes of offending the main system!】
“Oh? Quite the tough talk. Is your main system running a crime syndicate?”
【You’re the criminal! You’re the one who sneaked across illegally!】
“…”
【…】
Song Liang’s voice cooled.
“Sneaked across illegally?”
3085: 【Illegally? What are you talking about, Host? I don’t understand a word.】
Song Liang: “…”
He chuckled and did not press further. Slowly, he crouched before the snowy bundle of fur.
It was roughly the size of a three- or four-month-old puppy, its body covered in thick white fur. But this was no ordinary white. Up close, silver light seemed to flow along every strand, as sumptuous and dazzling as moonlight.
Its pointed ears were tinged with tender pink, now drooping weakly inward. Its long, narrow eyes were closed, its brow tightly furrowed. There was barely any visible movement of breath at its pink nose. A luxuriant, fluffy tail curled around its body, wrapping it into a tight ball. Even so, it could not conceal the bloodstained patch of fur across its chest.
Song Liang was about to reach toward it when the creature slowly opened its eyes.
Within those narrow eyes lay dark green irises, clear as glass, reflecting his figure. It watched him calmly, cold and proud—just like a certain someone whenever they first met in each instance.
Even in the form of a beast, every part of it possessed an elegance and beauty that seemed beyond the mortal world.
Song Liang gazed at it for a moment, then continued reaching toward the wound in its chest.
A piercing pain shot through his hand. The creature had suddenly sunk its teeth into him.
Blood quickly ran down the back of his hand, stained his pale wrist, and dripped onto the ground.
【Host!】 3085 shouted.
“It’s fine.”
Song Liang remained calm. He merely glanced at the mangled wound before disregarding it, quietly meeting the creature’s icy stare. In those familiar eyes, he saw only a stranger’s wariness and killing intent.
“Does my blood taste good?” he asked.
The pressure of its bite faltered for an instant. Its green, glasslike eyes studied him, as though searching for his true intentions.
Unafraid, Song Liang reached out with his other hand to lift it. The cold, elegant creature bit him again without hesitation.
Sharp teeth sank into warm flesh, tasting the sweet metallic tang of blood. The threat should have inflicted enough pain to make him recoil. Yet the owner of those hands did not evade it. Instead, he used the movement to gather it into his arms.
Then something touched the top of its head, soft and tender, filled with compassion.
“Go ahead and bite. Bite off my hands, my legs, my neck—I’m still taking you home.”
“Because you’re mine. This is the destiny you promised me.”
“…”
The little creature suddenly went rigid in his arms. Its jaws stilled as it realized what that touch had been.
A kiss.
One filled with such profound tenderness and longing that it surged into the depths of its spiritual consciousness, overwhelming its already fragile mind in an instant.
It gave a faint cry, then lost consciousness completely.
【Host, it’s fainted,】 3085 said.
“Mm.”
Song Liang caught the little creature by the scruff and lifted it before his eyes, examining it carefully—from its tightly closed eyes to its bloodstained silver-white fur, then to the wound near its neck, inflicted by a sharp weapon.
“Who knows how much you’ve suffered.”
Although he had suspected that a certain someone would once again be a villainous boss, he had never expected the worst possible situation.
The dark green eyes, the beast’s body, its thirst for human blood, the wound in its chest, and the cultivators’ talk of a rampaging demon—all pointed toward the most unlikely possibility.
His Xie Yun had become the most terrifying kind of being in this world.
A demon. One that ate human flesh and drank human blood. The villain who opposed humanity from beginning to end in the cultivation novel titled “After My Engagement Was Broken Off, I Became the Darling of the Immortal Sects.”
For a moment, Song Liang felt helpless. He wondered whom his lover could possibly have offended. In every instance, he held an exalted position yet suffered in such extraordinary ways. Now that Song Liang had finally managed to find him first, they were once again on opposing sides—even occupying different levels of the food chain.
It was almost enough to make him laugh and cry at once.
A quarter of an hour later, the Yaoshang cultivators arrived in haste on their flying swords. All they found was scorched, devastated ground and, at its center, a pool of blood shimmering silver.
There was no other trace.
Their expressions changed immediately.
The woman in blue leading them was equally horrified. She had clearly seen her master fall here. How could he have vanished? Had someone reached him first and carried him off?
Xiushui’s defensive formation had activated the moment her master fell. Everyone in the city had been trapped, just as they had, so the cultivators inside could not have done this. The only possibility was that the demonic beast her master had fought had somehow survived—and taken him.
Her wounded master was already in danger. If that creature truly consumed his flesh and blood, the consequences could be catastrophic.
The other disciples understood this as well, their expressions tightening.
“Master’s whereabouts are unknown. We fear he has been abducted by the demonic beast. Send reinforcements immediately.”
As she spoke, the woman formed a seal with one hand, swiftly tracing a voice-transmission talisman array in the air.
“That creature must have suffered serious injuries fighting Master. It must be hiding in Xiushui. Follow me into the city at once!”
“Yes!”
Song Liang had barely returned to the city lord’s residence when he heard that several cultivators had arrived, claiming urgent business with the city lord. He glanced at the unconscious little creature on the bed and refused without hesitation.
“I’m not seeing them.”
“…Young Lord, they’re from the Yaoshang Sect.”
Song Liang paused.
Yaoshang. This was not the first time he had heard the name. Even before visiting the teahouse, he had learned of the sect upon entering this instance. It was the principal setting of the melodramatic cultivation novel “After My Engagement Was Broken Off, I Became the Darling of the Immortal Sects.”
The foremost immortal sect of the Nine Provinces, it possessed an ancient inheritance. Even Central Continent, ruled by mortal dynasties, treated it with considerable reverence. It was also where the original protagonists met. Moreover, the sect housed a quasi-saint who had survived since before the Heavenly Catastrophe. If Song Liang refused to receive them today, they might simply force their way in.
He had the visitors shown to the front hall and said he would join them shortly.
The servant acknowledged the order and hurried away.
Meanwhile, Song Liang leisurely changed his clothes and opened the system panel to review the plot. He wanted to know exactly what kind of demon his husband had become, what he had done, and who had wounded him so badly.
3085’s voice sounded meaningfully in his mind.
【What will you do if he really has eaten people?】
Song Liang’s movements paused almost imperceptibly, then resumed calmly. Only after fastening his belt and attaching the jade pendant marking his status as young city lord did he approach the bed and stroke the pure-white creature sleeping there.
“Being a demon is fine. Better than being a dog. If necessary, I’ll feed him my own flesh and blood.”
3085 was momentarily speechless.
【I really have to hand it to you.】
Despite its words, it was not surprised. Its host had always been like this. Once he had set his mind on something, nothing could stop him.
Song Liang smiled, picked up the folding fan from the table, and headed for the door.
“Come along. Let’s meet this young lord’s biggest taxpayers!”
3085: 【…】
He really did make people hate him wherever he went.
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