Jiang Huajun rubbed her eyes carelessly and tried to stand up.
But she had forgotten that she had been squatting for a long time.
The sudden movement caused her numb legs to sting sharply like needles.
Jiang Huaying cried out in surprise as her whole body uncontrollably toppled forward.
A warm, broad palm caught her waist first, lifting her off the ground.
“Master, you’re being disobedient.”
The Butcher ignored the mess scattered across the floor and carried her straight toward the upstairs bedroom.
“I’m not!” Jiang Huaying protested stubbornly, her hands pressed against his broad shoulders like a temperamental cat.
“I’m the master. I can do whatever I want.”
The Butcher didn’t respond.
His calloused fingertips pressed firmly on a certain acupoint on her leg.
“Ow, ow, ow… it hurts!” Jiang Huaying shuddered all over and struggled, trying to kick away, desperate to escape the mixture of soreness, numbness, and the uncontrollable sensation.
The squirming cat hissed and leapt, trying to resist this “atrocity,” but was quickly subdued mercilessly by the Butcher.
“It’ll be over soon.” A low, hoarse voice sounded dry and without any comforting words.
Jiang Huaying hummed reluctantly and relaxed her body.
Her hands circled around Zhi’s neck, and for the first time, she deliberately pressed her cheek against his cold, pale skull: “Then I’ll forgive you this once.”
“Good.” The Butcher replied.
【Black Mist Dense Mist -1】
The last streak of crimson-gold sunset sank below the horizon.
It was now the sixth night since Jiang Huaying had entered the game.
For some unknown reason, today, after the Butcher followed her into the bedroom, she didn’t drive him out.
But she also didn’t have any new clothes from Shen.
Those in the wardrobe were all handmade by Zhi, but at least they had been washed once.
Completely different from the new ones.
The new clothes carried the scent and body heat of the Butcher, as if Shen had measured her from head to toe all over again…
Jiang Huaying hurriedly withdrew her gaze that had fallen on the clothes, her ears burning as she reached out to open the wardrobe door.
A pair of fluffy cat ears poked out from the clothes and twitched toward her.
Jiang Huaying’s eyes widened, staring in disbelief at Sinktu crouched inside her wardrobe.
Since when did Zhi sneak in?!
Sinktu’s lips moved slightly, silently uttering: “You’re not letting me come over because you’re hiding the Butcher?”
The air inside the wardrobe grew sour and icy cold.
Jiang Huaying concentrated her gaze.
The increasingly clingy cat snuggled up, burying its head in the girl’s soft belly, greedily inhaling her scent.
Perhaps because they were cramped inside the tiny wardrobe, Zhi’s body heat was a bit high, and the twitching cat ears showed a faint blush of pink.
Jiang Huaying’s heart involuntarily quickened, and she slid her fingers into the hair at the back of Zhi’s head, combing backward.
Sinktu was forced to tilt her head back, her exquisite face suddenly radiating an erotic charm: “A little harder, Master.”
Jiang Huaying bit her lip lightly, looking at the striking scene before her, a strange feeling of forbidden intimacy rising inexplicably.
She stood in front of the wardrobe motionless for a long moment, attracting the Butcher’s attention.
Shen walked over toward this side.
The room was small, and the Butcher was only three or four steps from the wardrobe.
In a moment of panic, Jiang Huaying grabbed the back of Sinktu’s head and flipped her hand, pinning Shen under her skirt!
“What are you doing? I’m looking for clothes!” Jiang Huaying half-blocked the wardrobe, her voice unconsciously rising.
She had never done anything like this before, and it felt like she couldn’t breathe.
The trembling tail-end of her words reached the Butcher’s ears.
His super brain instantly analyzed dozens of pieces of information but did nothing except reply quietly:
“I can help.”
Zhu seemed like a harmless, docile large dog.
But the natural body size difference between the two made Shen’s obedience feel more like a threat.
The petite girl was firmly trapped between the muscular monster and the rigid wardrobe, with nowhere to escape.
While Jiang Huaying and the Butcher were locked in a standoff, the Sinktu under the skirt was restless.
The breath Shen exhaled hit her legs again and again, tickling softly like a cat’s whiskers brushing the delicate skin between her thighs.
Jiang Huaying moved her belly, trying to calm the little cat down.
But her fluffy tail coiled around her ankle, and then something wet and soft licked up.
Jiang Huaying’s scalp exploded instantly.
She pressed her palms hard to suppress the trembling sobs rising in her throat, her chaotic, feverish brain belatedly realizing just how terrible a decision she had just made!
In front of her, the Butcher still watched her.
The dim red electronic glow penetrated her body, heavy with oppressive pressure, as if wanting to see through her completely.
Just as Jiang Huaying thought she would be discovered, the door suddenly knocked, breaking the eerie atmosphere.
Sinktu silently appeared at the doorway, leaning slantwise against the frame, her voice hoarse with exaggerated apology: “Sorry to disturb you two so late.”
Jiang Huaying saw Zhi freeze for a moment, then looked down to find the bulge under her skirt had vanished.
She quietly exhaled in relief, but after hearing Sinktu’s next sentence, her heart jumped again.
“I heard my subordinate disturbed you, so I came personally to apologize.” The last four words were heavily emphasized.
Sinktu didn’t tuck away her cat ears and tail, flaunting them openly.
More than an apology, it was more of a provocation.
The Butcher’s gaze slowly shifted from the tufts of cat fur on the floor to Sinktu’s face.
His cold ram-shaped skull showed no emotion.
But his body was firmly blocking the doorway, like a small mountain.
The air instantly grew tense and hostile.
Compared to last time’s subtle clash, this time Sinktu’s spine was straightened.
What of the Butcher’s dog leash?
It was only because Ayin’s heart was soft and she couldn’t bear to abandon the Old Pet; now, Zhi was Ayin’s favorite!
“You can come tomorrow.” The Butcher ignored Zhi’s provocation, his indifferent voice like the accustomed tone of a rightful wife driving away rival concubines, “We’re going to sleep.”
Sinktu’s fur instantly bristled!
Without hesitation, she manipulated Shadow Manipulation and attacked the Butcher, murderous intent blazing.
The Butcher was equally strong, meeting the attack head-on without dodging.
“Pish! Pish! Pish!”
Suddenly, fireworks exploded outside the window, interrupting the battle of the two monsters.
In the pitch-black night sky, brilliant colorful fireworks bloomed one after another, as if celebrating a joyous festival.
A dozen TZ-67 Cameras swarmed in through the window in an instant, surrounding the still dazed Jiang Huaying and snapping countless photos.
Several small robots carrying huge, dazzling bouquets followed slowly behind.
The three-day suspended livestream finally resumed.
The Upper City audience erupted with cheers and screams the moment the projection lit up.
On screen, the Butcher’s muscular arm bulged with veins, as if it could tear apart any living thing that came near.
Sinktu’s slit pupils were sharp, and the shadows beneath her feet twisted fiercely, radiating a cold, deadly aura.
The Zhushis resembled terrifying beasts but stood guard on either side of the frail human girl.
“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me the honor to announce—”
The cold, near-divine electronic voice echoed through every corner of the Asian District.
“The survivors of this year’s Two-Legged Sheep Grand Battle Royale have been decided. Let us cheer for the final Golden Lamb!”
The dazzling lights shone directly on Jiang Huaying.
She slightly turned her face away, her delicate neck skin like fresh snow.
Her hair cascading over her shoulders sparkled brighter than the Milky Way, making any worldly pearl or gemstone pale in comparison.
The engine roared as a massive silver flying craft landed on the open ground, slowly opening its hatch.
A servant dressed entirely in white stepped down, holding a luxurious cloak and a shining Golden Crown.
Before he could approach, the cats from the anomaly zone swarmed out from all directions, emitting low threatening growls and surrounding the craft.
Jiang Huaying had no time to think and hurried downstairs, with the Butcher and Sinktu close behind, arriving at the door.
On the open ground, Chanyue stood at the front, his expression icy as he stared at the visitor: “Get out of here, or we’ll kill you.”
“Did you know someone was coming?” Jiang Huaying whispered, eyes still locked on Chanyue outside, quietly asking Sinktu.
Sinktu immediately clung to her sticky and close, almost wiping away her gaze: “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of them soon.”
The servant, faced with so many dangerous beasts, had words stuck in his throat, hairs standing on end, unwilling to move forward.
The cats still exuded threats and pressure.
As the two sides stalemated, slow footsteps sounded, and a tall figure emerged from the cabin.
Polished leather shoes, meticulous attire without a single flaw, even his hair exuded nobility.
Zane’s appearance shocked the Upper City livestream viewers!
Historically, no MF Group personnel had ever appeared at a battle royale scene.
Even the Butcher and Sinktu grew restless…
Zane ignored everyone, his emerald eyes identical to Jiang Huaying’s, looking straight at her.
“You have proven your strength and courage to everyone, and at the same time proved that our father’s decision was foolish and mistaken, my beloved sister.”
“Sister.” Those two words struck like thunder, harshly striking everyone’s mind.
The entire Upper City instantly exploded in uproar!
Zane’s few words sparked countless speculations.
Jiang Huajun transformed, from the unknown youngest daughter of the Montford family to the last survivor with strong vitality who fought desperately against her father’s oppression.
She became a spiritual symbol, even a rebellious angel.
Media outlets scrambled to report, eager to expose every detail of the Montford family’s background!
Between the towering skyscrapers, the enormous full-information projections of Jiang Huaying suddenly became two—she and Zane, floating in midair, facing each other, surprisingly well matched.
Pedestrians on the street were overwhelmed with buzzing notifications, with countless whispers spreading disbelief at the explosive news.
Yet the scene of the incident remained silent enough to hear a pin drop.
The cats were stunned for a few seconds before realizing what it meant, dozens of gazes turned toward Jiang Huaying.
Sinktu instinctively wanted to refute the human’s words opposite her.
But any language seemed pale and powerless in this absolute reality.
They were just too alike.
Whether it was the golden hair shining like gold, or the green lake-like eyes, or the temperament emanating from their bodies.
Jiang Huaying’s existence was always at odds with the Lower City and the other two-legged sheep.
She was like a pearl accidentally dropped into mud; no matter how stained, she still concealed her dazzling brilliance.
Jiang Huaying was also shocked.
She had never known her character card carried such a high-level hidden identity!
Although Zane gave no self-introduction, judging by his manner and the especially luxurious and exquisite Montford Badge he wore, it was easy to guess his identity.
Yet Jiang Huaying felt no joy at the goddess of luck’s favor.
On the contrary, she was covered in goosebumps, feeling a sinister darkness like a venomous snake stalking her for a long time.
The true difficulty of this dungeon was never surviving seven days.
The real identity behind the two-legged sheep—“them”—was the true threat lurking beneath the battle royale.
Jiang Huaying’s back was soaked in cold sweat after realizing this.
Zane looked at the girl who hid behind the monster like a fledgling bird, rarely restraining his fangs, almost showing weakness as he reached out toward her.
“Come back with me, and you will have everything.”
Everyone waited for Jiang Huaying’s answer.
No one thought she would refuse.
The young princess of the Montford family, backed by the MF Group, destined to possess inexhaustible wealth and leap from a bottom-tier two-legged sheep to the pinnacle of the pyramid.
Everything could be achieved overnight.
A position no one else had worked their whole life to reach.
This was a sure-win deal.
The cats present didn’t know much; they just felt uncomfortable, their chests tight as if suffocating, as if Moon Yiyi had been taken away.
After hearing Zane’s words, Chanyue was momentarily stunned but then turned to look at her, his gaze as gentle and refined as ever, with only a faint and cautious hope deep within.
Sinktu’s reaction was much more direct.
Shen possessively hugged her, shadows underfoot sealing her tightly, as if only by hiding her completely could he feel at ease.
Zane was determined, and the servant was stiff and at a loss.
Jiang Huaying’s gaze swept over everyone and finally stopped on the Butcher.
Shen was the quietest among the crowd.
His towering figure stood silently, neither fighting nor competing, only watching her wordlessly.
For a moment, Jiang Huaying felt as if she had been pulled back to that rainy night when she sold Zhi.
Zhu also looked at her like that, as if she could do anything to Zhi.
Back then, Jiang Huaying’s mind was nowhere near Zhi; a dull, boring pet was no match for the beautiful, sensual New Pet.
She had set her sights on a beautiful lion with fiery red fur and a charming personality.
Jiang Huaying tried to recall what else had happened but found only a blank.
Her heart twitched uncontrollably, a wave of sour, painful discomfort rising.
“My beloved sister, it’s time to depart.” Zane didn’t waste time on a group of lowly monsters and took a step toward Jiang Huaying.
Now, as long as she placed her hand into his palm, everything would be within reach.
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