The Butcher wordlessly walked up to Jiang Huaying.
Like a beast whose territory had been invaded, he pressed forward step by step.
The blue-purple neon light gleamed on his dark ram’s horns, radiating an endless sinister and cold aura, as if only by drinking the enemy’s fresh blood could his restless anger be pacified.
Jiang Huajun glanced sideways at the Arachne Worms on the ground.
Under the Butcher’s overwhelming presence, they had curled into tight balls, playing dead without moving an inch.
So useless.
Jiang Huaying scolded silently in her heart.
【Black Mist Concentration +1】
【Black Mist Concentration +1】
Her distraction seemed, to the Butcher, more like concern for those two eight-legged bugs on the ground.
The Butcher slowly lowered his towering figure; his pale skull leaned close to Jiang Huaying’s neck, exhaling scorching hot breath from his nostrils.
Her corruption value kept rising relentlessly.
Jiang Huaying shrank her shoulders, feeling as if her body were being split in two.
The cold, icy alert sound in her mind was like a knife cutting through her consciousness, while the strong masculine aura enveloping her was like fire scorching her very being.
A torment of ice and fire.
Until an unusual sensation came from her wrist, the silver chain twisting and coiling around her like a snake.
Jiang Huaying knew she was nearing her limit.
She whimpered softly, revealing a terrified, pitiful expression: “Yicai, are you going to tie me up?”
The Butcher’s movement paused, his voice low and cold, laced with resentment: “You said we’d be together.”
The deity’s eyes fixed tightly on the girl before him.
She tilted her head back, the snow-white curve of her ankle forming a delicate, fragile arc.
Upon hearing his words, she gave a slight sob.
“I clearly said I want to follow you,” she slowly enunciated, her voice trembling at the end as she corrected him.
The Butcher answered, “Same thing.”
Not the same thing.
Jiang Huaying didn’t continue to argue; she could hear the unwavering firmness in his tone—no room for regret.
But then she thought, maybe it did make sense.
The Butcher was not human; human logic could not apply to him.
Their past relationship had only one form—the “master-pet relationship” Jiang Huajun had imposed on him.
Now the Butcher wanted to be with her, naturally treating their relationship in the same way.
Only this time, he was the master, and Jiang Huaying the pet.
He wouldn’t abandon her, so this relationship would last forever.
Still, it was awful!
The little voice in Jiang Huaying’s heart screamed desperately.
Before the Butcher could continue fastening the chain, Jiang Huaying twisted her wrist and pulled her hand away.
“I won’t wear this,” she flatly refused.
“I’m human, Yicai. Humans can’t be pets. And humans are fragile—if forced to do things they don’t want, they’ll just fall into depression and die.”
As if to prove the truth of her words, a haze of tears welled in Jiang Huaying’s eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.
The Butcher looked at the empty palm, and the anger that had been coiled in his chest seemed to drain away along with it.
What came next was endless confusion and restlessness.
Like a beast lost without direction, he let out a low growl from his throat, then looked at the girl huddled between himself and the flower bed, curled into a small ball, repeatedly muttering: “No regrets, no regrets, no regrets.”
Deep, electronic red light slowly spread out, invisibly enveloping Jiang Huaying’s mind, filling her with a terrifying sense of accelerated heartbeat and exploding scalp.
“I have no regrets!” Jiang Huaying shouted anxiously, raising her hand to push the Butcher away.
But her whole body went limp, and she fell against him.
Jiang Huaying hurriedly clung to Yicai’s broad shoulders like a tightly entwined Tussah Vine.
The wild beast that had stomped violently suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Huaying’s tense heart relaxed, and she comforted him gently: “There are other ways we can be together.”
The Butcher didn’t respond, only breathing heavily as if waiting for her to continue.
Jiang Huaying took a small step back, and her gaze unexpectedly fell on Yicai’s bare chest—tight and firm muscles rising and falling with each breath.
Unconsciously licking her lips, she suddenly felt that the body she was holding was unbearably hot.
Jiang Huaying shifted her hips back a little, stepping softly on the Butcher’s gradually softening stance, and continued coaxing: “It’s true humans can’t be pets, but humans can raise pets. With a pet’s company, humans feel better, and pets are friends, even family—something to be with for a lifetime.”
Each word was wrapped thickly in honey, coaxing the non-human creature before her.
The simple, honest monster was clearly moved, but her past failures made him hesitate slightly.
Jiang Huaying sensed this and suddenly sniffed hard: “I don’t know anyone here, I’m really scared alone, and there are people trying to kill me. If I had an obedient pet to keep me company and protect me, that would be enough.”
She murmured softly, tears trembling on her lashes, looking completely innocent and harmless.
The two curled-up Arachne Worms immediately raised their tails, shaking them fiercely as if afraid Jiang Huaying wouldn’t notice.
Their excited “glo glo glo” sounds had just started when a heavy thudding interrupted them.
One Arachne Worm with a severed tail twitched on the ground, refusing to leave.
Even dragging its broken tail, it pitifully pushed toward Jiang Huaying’s feet.
“They’re not good,” the Butcher moved, blocking the only chance for approach to Jiang Huaying, lowering his head and growling, “Better me.”
“I know, I like you best, Yicai,” Jiang Huaying’s face suddenly blossomed into a touching smile, reaching out her hand, “Let’s make a pinky promise, okay? Then Yimeng can stay with me forever.”
She wanted to sign some kind of contract with the Butcher again, adding a few layers of security to her fragile life.
But last night, Jiang Huaying had seen the flying cameras; more or less, she guessed the deathmatch was being broadcast live.
She was certain there was more than one surveillance camera around, but unfortunately, she didn’t know where they were hiding.
So she didn’t dare broadcast openly from the MF Group corner, but she could find a loophole.
If it were any other monster, Jiang Huaying would never have dared to make a pinky promise.
But the Butcher was different.
Whatever the deity promised, he would fulfill.
Jiang Huaying waited silently.
Those hands, stained with countless kills and soaked in blood, finally clumsily raised, the rough pads of his fingers pressing against her thumb.
【Black Mist Concentration -20】
“Forever together,” the deity said, “Forever.”
Jiang Huaying repeated cheerfully, “Right, forever.”
Anyway, once the game was cleared, everything would end.
Just as Jiang Huaying had guessed, the Upper City was watching her live stream.
When they saw the cruel, merciless tyrant kneeling at the girl’s feet, the broadcast atmosphere hit a fever pitch!
Excited screams and frenzied cheers nearly tore off the Upper City’s dome.
They cursed the person who released the Arachne Worms, wishing they could rip them apart alive, while pointing fingers at the Butcher, full of resentment.
Why did he deserve the angel’s favor?
The deity was ugly, rough, silent, and dull. Yicai didn’t know how to please the angel!
Those self-proclaimed noble Upper City dwellers now resembled rabid Haba Dogs, desperate for their masters’ favor, eager to rush to the Adam District and replace the Butcher.
After the storm cleared, Jiang Huaying took her big dog home.
The moment she stepped inside, she went straight to the bathroom.
After the morning’s ordeal, her clothes were torn and soaked with rainwater, clinging damp and smelly to her skin.
The feeling was unbearable!
Just as Jiang Huaying was about to close the door and undress, she saw the Butcher had followed her in.
The small bathroom was so crowded with the deity’s presence that the ceiling light was mostly blocked.
“What are you doing in here? Go out,” Jiang Huaying reached out to push him.
The Butcher didn’t budge.
Under the dim light, his bronze chest was covered in beads of water—whether rain or sweat—sliding down from his collarbone, rolling over his abs, and disappearing under his work pants.
Jiang Huaying reluctantly lifted her eyes and adopted the tone of a master: “Are you not going to listen to me anymore?”
The Butcher, like a soulless broken record, repeated: “Together.”
Jiang Huajun: “……”
“I’m taking a shower now! There’s only a door between us—are you seriously going to spy on me showering?” She poked at his hot, firm chest with an irritated finger.
“I’m obedient, won’t look,” the Butcher took a step back and stood in the corner of the bathroom, looking somewhat pitiful.
If only the Black Mist Concentration hadn’t increased by +1.
Jiang Huaying suppressed the urge to hit him, calmed down, and started recalling their past interactions.
Every time she offered help, the Butcher refused.
Acting “understanding” only increased her corruption value.
Trying to please Yicai was useless.
Then she thought about what happened when her corruption value dropped.
She had taken the initiative to follow him, rifled through his trash, sought his help in danger, and insisted on having a pet to protect her.
All these actions conveyed one message:
Yicai was needed.
The more she demanded, the more unreasonable her requests became, the more she was bound to him.
Jiang Huaying planned to verify whether her conclusion was correct.
She ripped her torn clothes even wider at the hem: “But my clothes are ruined. Yicai, won’t you get me some clean ones? The little spiders even helped me find some.”
Jiang Huaying was immediately silenced.
The Butcher’s eyes glowed a deep red as he said, “I’ll get them,” then turned and left the bathroom.
Jiang Huaying smugly raised her eyebrows and clicked the lock shut.
The white mist quickly filled the entire bathroom, warm water streaming over her skin, washing away all the cold dampness.
When she stepped out, filled with the fresh scent of shower gel, Jiang Huaying felt completely revived!
Wrapping a towel around herself, the exposed skin showed faint redness, as if chafed by clothing.
She was just about to call out for Yicai when she noticed a tall, blurry silhouette cast on the frosted glass, like a steel-cast knight statue standing there.
Jiang Huaying cracked the bathroom door open a sliver.
The mist and steam hurriedly poured out, followed by a pale arm reaching through the gap.
Unable to see clearly, the pale fingertips blindly clawed twice at the air.
“Yicai?” Jiang Huaying’s voice came muffled through the door.
The Butcher looked down for a few seconds before handing over neatly folded clothes.
The bathroom door closed with a soft “yo.”
Jiang Huaying had mentally prepared to settle for whatever she could get.
Her skin was delicate from childhood, and she had high demands for clothes.
But in a life-or-death game, those demands seemed pretentious.
However, when she touched the clothes, she froze.
The fabric was soft and skin-friendly, like a fluffy cloud in her hands.
She unfolded the clothes, and the size was perfect—exactly her measurements.
While she was lost in thought, a small triangular piece of fabric fell out from inside.
Jiang Huaying’s eyes darted quickly to catch it.
Seeing what it was, her whole face flushed bright red.
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