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He wasn't angry; he merely shot me a sidelong glance and casually remarked, "This Bai Wu Mountain often has beasts roaming at night. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."
Upon hearing this, my face turned pale with fear, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me as the image of Shopkeeper She’s dark, bushy tail flashed before my eyes.
I trembled as I clutched Song Mingyu's sleeve, cursing inwardly, "Damn you, Song Poison. I despise you for being such a lecher."
The thought that Song Mingyu might not return filled me with dread rather than relief, as if a heavy stone had settled in my heart, leaving me listless.
I trudged along the path, head downcast and sullen.
After observing me for a while, Song Mingyu seemed to remember something. He rummaged through his backpack and carefully unfolded a small cloth pouch, revealing dried longan inside.
It was strange; he usually didn’t care for such snacks.
Noticing my surprise, Song Mingyu softly explained, "I know you get cranky without something sweet, so I brought some along. It should be enough for you. Just hang in there a little longer; we’ll soon reach Qian Deng Town."
My cheeks flushed unexpectedly at his words, which felt like a soothing balm that instantly alleviated all my earlier worries and sadness.
Nervously, I peeled open a piece of dried longan, my fingers trembling slightly as I prepared to offer it to Song Mingyu.
But suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, and both I and my longan were caught up in the whirlwind.
In the midst of the chaos, I faintly heard Song Mingyu's familiar voice calling out, "Jiu Jiu, grab my hand!"
I instinctively reached out, and he was quick to wrap his arms around me tightly, almost to the point where I could hardly breathe.
In the last moment before losing consciousness, I optimistically thought that if we could stay like this forever, never separating, how wonderful that would be!
When I opened my eyes, I was so frightened that I nearly lost control.
Song Mingyu and I were trapped in a cage, surrounded by a group of grotesque monsters who were curiously examining us. One of them, sporting antlers, licked its lips and said menacingly, "I wonder which one we should eat first?"
Another one, shaking its large rabbit head and flopping its ears, seriously analyzed, "I don't know how to eat them. Eating them raw is delicious, making soup is nutritious, but frying them is tasty yet can cause heatiness."
Oh no, I've always been the one eating others; who would have thought that one day I would be the one on the menu?
With tears welling up in my eyes, I glanced back at Song Mingyu. He forced a smile that was filled with warmth and reassurance, as if trying to comfort me. His rough yet strong hand pressed against mine, conveying warmth and strength.
"Jiu Jiu, don't be afraid. I'm here."
What good is that? Can't you see the leading monster with teeth sharper than a tiger's, furiously scolding the smaller ones below? "You fools! How can we decide who to eat first or how to eat them? We have to wait for the king to arrive!"
As he spoke, saliva flew from his mouth like a spray gun.
I calmly wiped the spit off my face and plastered a flattering smile on it. I said ingratiatingly to him, "Brother Tiger, eat me instead! Song Mingyu is just a medicine jar with a strong herbal smell. I'm a foodie; my meat must be especially delicious."
As I spoke these words, I nearly exhausted all my courage, my voice trembling slightly, on the verge of tears. But in the end, I weakly made a suggestion, "Brother Tiger, how about we make a deal? Could you kill me first before eating?"
I was afraid of pain, afraid of dying a gruesome death, but I was even more terrified of losing Song Mingyu.
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