Luo Qianqian stared closely at Mr. Black Cat in her hands, her small mouth slightly open, her face full of distress, too upset to speak.
Although Mr. Black Cat had only fainted from exhaustion, his small paws bore obvious scars, indicating that despite the Forbidden Technique he used, he wasn’t unscathed, making Luo Qianqian feel even more upset. She stuffed him into her clothes, unwilling to let anyone else touch him.
She didn’t know why, but looking at the unconscious little black cat, she was filled with mixed emotions. She couldn’t understand why the little black cat would make such a sacrifice, or why soone so powerful would choose to stay by her side.
She believed that this kind of black cat was sothing her Second Uncle definitely would not have had the chance to obtain. Yet, ironically, it was Second Uncle who gave it to her and even almost gave it to Qin Nuan.
She had always raised the little black cat as a small pet. But now, looking at him, she wasn’t sure what attitude she should take.
"Xiao Tian, from now on, don’t snatch food from Mr. Black Cat," Luo Shufan also clearly saw the emotional expression on Luo Qianqian’s face and, unable to help it, spoke to the injured Xiao Tian, feeling a pang of sadness as he crouched down to apply dication that Pharmacist Yan had provided, so there was nothing to worry about.
Xiao Tian whimpered softly.
When had he ever taken food from Mr. Black Cat? From what he knew, it was the other way around; the other party was picky about his food and would find him sothing to eat!
Raising a perfectly good wolf to be more like a dog, is this sothing a normal person would do!
A shadow slowly disappeared before Luo Qianqian, with a bright and aningful gaze directed at her. A touch of white slowly dissipated in the wind.
In a cave deep within the forest, an old man suddenly opened his eyes, looked in the direction beyond the mountain, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from there.
After he left, two beasts at the bottom of the mountain shrank to the ground in panic, their limbs trembling as they lay prostrate on the ground.
"Awake again?" In another cave, a pair of black eyes also lit up, letting out a cold snort of mockery, devoid of warmth: "I’ll see how long you, old fool, can protect that brat!"
The cave returned to darkness and tranquility, devoid of any life, making one doubt if the previous voice had been real.
"Throw that thing over, I don’t believe they won’t dare eat him!" Injured, Luo Shufan was naturally reluctant to let Luo Qianqian take action herself. Upon hearing her words, he directly tossed the languidly following Little White Snake from the ground.
The Little White Snake traced a perfect arc in the air before landing before their target: the Deep Mountain Giant Ape.
The Little White Snake, with its large, pupil-less eyes, stared fixedly at the other party. Astonishingly, the Deep Mountain Giant Ape, which with just a finger could kill the Little White Snake, slowly prostrated itself on the ground, its limbs trembling violently, as if sensing so crisis.
It was nothing like the initial Blazing Fla Fierce Tiger, obviously submitting.
"What’s going on?" Luo Shufan was equally surprised. Could this little creature, without arms yet, frighten this behemoth so much? Could it be highly venomous?
Instantly, he nervously protected Luo Qianqian, fearing the Little White Snake’s revenge. In his understanding, snakes were a species with an extrely strong vendetta.
Huangfu Yihui also agreed, "Maybe it’s a natural enemy? Just like how elephants are afraid of mice?"
This concept was sothing seen on a computer; he had yet to see an elephant in this world.
"It’s just bloodline pressure," Mo said quietly, seeing the two people’s panic.
"I didn’t expect that the previous power belonged to this little creature," Yan chuckled, looking at the small creature before him, then turned toward Luo Qianqian: "Do you know what this is?"
Luo Qianqian awkwardly nodded, her gaze evasive. Even in this world, dragons were not sothing one encountered often, right?
Realizing it had been tossed out, the Little Snake turned back with grievance and appeared beside Luo Qianqian in a flash, carefully examining her face and, seeing nothing wrong, followed rrily, behaving obediently.
At this mont, a sweltering aura confined it in place.
Suddenly, it began writhing but could not break free, revealing a very human-like expression of disbelief.
Mo picked up the Little White Snake, smiling as he examined its body.
The Little White Snake also warily scrutinized the human before him, its face full of anger.
"What? Not satisfied?" Mo pinched the seven-inch spot of the Little White Snake, clicking his tongue, "Little Shiqi, mightn’t it be good to make wine with this? No one else would be able to find such a material, right?"
Mo’s eyes were full of amusent, unseen by the cowed Little White Snake, its face now one of sheer terror.
He was, after all, Lord White Dragon’s... grandson!
Facing the man before him, he suddenly expelled a breath, and a wooden arrow rapidly ford and launched toward Mo’s chest, carrying a gust of wind.
"Snap."
With his other hand, he caught the wooden arrow and snapped it, tossing it aside.
The arrow was exactly like the previous one.
Standing with his hand behind his back, holding the Little White Snake with one hand, he let out a cold snort: "Kill ? Do you have the ability?"
If it weren’t for the fact that behind his back, in the palm of his hand, blood was seeping out from the red, bruised area, Luo Qianqian might have believed him.
With the nurous wounds on Luo Qianqian’s body, even if there was a bloody sll, anyone would think it was coming from her and wouldn’t suspect others were injured.
"Mo, let it be, his grandfather still owes compensations for ntal anguish, don’t squeeze him to death. I’d get nothing, and instead, he’ll chase down asking for his life back," Luo Qianqian pouted, stroking the softness in her arms, then continued, "Being chased by a handso young man is a joy; being chased by an old geezer, what’s there to be happy about?"
The Little White Snake didn’t feel any rejection from Luo Qianqian; on the contrary, he felt like she was pleading for him. He really hadn’t misjudged her; she’s a good person!
"Well then, since Little Shiqi says so, let it be, but stay away from Shiqi!" Mo threw the Little White Snake back in front of the Deep Mountain Giant Ape.
The Deep Mountain Giant Ape, having just breathed a sigh of relief, silently bowed and shivered again. Clearly, these people were tornting it, but dare not voice anger; the pressure of bloodlines was akin to aristocrats and commoners among humans, easily deciding their fate. For the higher-ups, it was nothing more than pinching their fingers.
Moreover, the pressure of the bloodline left no room for resistance; it ca from deep within the bloodline, an instinctual response.
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