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As soon as he entered the room, Park Ji Jae cheerfully placed Bi Qing on the bed, worried it might get cold, and covered it with a blanket. He turned to leave but then came back to pat Bi Qing's head. However, his heavy-handedness was clearly not suited for a gentle approach, and he accidentally pulled out several of Bi Qing's fur strands.
It was as if he had wiped his sweaty hands on Bi Qing's head. Park Ji Jae shrugged and chuckled, then went outside to grab a chicken. As he killed it, he chatted with the fox on the bed, Dabai:
"Back in the day, I was quite the figure in the Chongqing Sect. Even Luo Dichen had to call me senior brother. But they all think I was kicked out by the sect leader; that's not true at all. I left on my own to find a suitable mount. Dabai, you need to give me some face. When that transformation night comes, you must become the strongest mount!"
Bi Qing rolled its eyes and turned to look at the exceptionally shabby beams of the little broken house. It seemed that such beams could collapse without needing someone to hang from them or even a strong gust of wind. Bi Qing decided it would test this theory another day.
As Park Ji Jae slaughtered the chicken, not a drop of blood splattered; it obediently flowed into a small bowl. He muttered, "Dabai, following me means you'll have meat to eat—way better than going back to that vegetarian place with Luo Dichen. Here, you can smell meat every day; do you believe it?"
With threats and temptations directed at a fox, Park Ji Jae put in quite an effort. He plucked the chicken, removed its organs, cleaned it up, and then stuffed it with goji berries, yellow soybeans, shiitake mushrooms, shredded bamboo shoots, scallions, ginger, and spices before slowly stewing it in a pot.
While stuffing pine branches into the stove, he continued speaking: "Dabai, I will treat you well. If you follow me, you'll have delicious food every day. Most importantly, with my handsome face and suave figure riding on you, you'll definitely make all living beings envious. Just wait for all that jealousy to come pouring in; you can start preparing yourself mentally now. Really."
Bi Qing struggled under the blanket for a moment to remind Park Ji Jae that being tied up like this hardly counted as enjoying life.
But that fool was completely unfazed, waving a fan to waft the aroma from the pot towards Bi Qing: "Let's establish a Blood Pact soon. I'll be a good master; heh heh." His laughter sounded quite sinister.
By drinking each other's blood, spiritual beasts and their masters could form a Blood Pact, allowing them to communicate telepathically from then on. Bi Qing snorted through its nostrils: Drink your blood? Maybe in another life!
After some time had passed, Park Ji Jae brought the pot closer to Bi Qing's side, his eyes filled with temptation: "Do you want to eat? Come on, let's establish a Blood Pact; I’ll stew chicken for you every day."
Every day? What a joke! The place was so poor it echoed with emptiness; there were only three skinny chickens in the yard's coop. How could he make such claims? Bi Qing couldn't understand—were all men like this, making empty promises just by opening their mouths?
Bi Qing buried his head in the blankets, blocking his nose from the smell.
Unexpectedly, Park Ji Jae untied him in one swift motion. Regaining his freedom, Bi Qing immediately dashed toward the door, only to be forcefully bounced back—damn it, there was a barrier set up.
Forget it, just one person and one fox; he probably couldn’t do anything too forceful!
With that thought flashing through his mind, Bi Qing curled up on the nearest armchair and fell asleep.
Park Ji Jae placed a pot of chicken on the table and picked up a piece, savoring it with a mouthful of flavor. “Tsk tsk tsk, delicious! My cooking skills are simply out of this world! Dabai, aren’t you going to eat? Don’t be shy; what’s our relationship? Come on and have some.”
Bi Qing didn’t even lift his eyelids.
After eating a few pieces, Park Ji Jae climbed into bed. The desolate room had a hard bed and thin blankets, but Park Ji Jae was particularly accustomed to it. He sprawled out like an emperor in his sleeping quarters, and soon enough, the sound of snoring filled the air.
Bi Qing glanced at Park Ji Jae, who was sleeping soundly as if he had lost track of time. He then looked at the pot of chicken on the table and thought for a moment before lightly leaping onto the table—there was still plenty of chicken left; stealing a piece wouldn’t get him caught.
Just as a piece of chicken hurriedly slid down his throat, Bi Qing hadn’t even tasted it when a surge of heat enveloped him, making his insides feel as if they were on fire.
That damn bastard!
Park Ji Jae stood behind Bi Qing with crossed arms. “Dabai, I forgot to tell you—I accidentally cut my hand while chopping the chicken. But don’t worry; I don’t feel any pain, hehe.”
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