Some fragmented images in my mind still flashback.

Although he said that he had experienced what he had done, the process and nature were completely different.

The whole process was nothing but pain, destroying his body and his self-esteem at the same time, and it didn't seem to be much better than being torn apart by a wild beast.

It's also the first divine sword, and Chixiao has never suffered this kind of grievance.

And there was a thought in his mind that made him feel even more uncomfortable and sour.

This man doesn't love him, doesn't know him, doesn't even know him, that is to say, it is not him at this moment, it is the same for anyone on the side of the road.

The thought of this makes all the pain tenfold.

He fell asleep again, not even opening his eyelids.

When I woke up again, I didn't know what time or day it was.

He slept well, his body lying in a mass of soft and soft fluff, those tiny fluffs seemed to be alive, sticking to all parts of his body, soothing the aches in his body.

Then he opened his eyes and saw a pair of eyes.

It's not the same as the eyes I saw last night.

There was no hair around these eyes, and the blood in the pupils was much lighter, and there was no such strong aggression, and they looked at him calmly and indifferently.

But Chixiao looked so angry.

Although the pain in his body was really uncomfortable, he still rolled over and got up, wanting to leave.

But the doctor next to him put his arm around him and dragged him into his arms, and the next second his head came over, and the whole person rubbed against him like a cat.

His movements are very natural, but his expression and eyes are arrogant, and his eyes seem to be saying - I rub you to give you face, why don't you hurry up and touch me!

Chixiao didn't have much strength to touch him, but he couldn't stand this kind of coquettishness.

The contrast is too great!

Outside the gauze curtain.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching, hurried, and when I heard it, something was wrong.

The people around him (wolves?) I noticed it too, and my eyes lifted, but my chin still fell on his shoulder, maintaining the rhythm of rubbing against him before.

"Master, something is wrong."

"Huh?"

He snorted, but the people outside didn't make a sound, they were worried about his 'woe'.

But the master apparently had no special ideas.

"When have you ever seen a pet who would snitch?"

There was also a distant chuckle outside the door.

"Pets are obediently waiting for their owners to give them food, because he knows very well whose hands his life holds, and he will die without his master, how dare he tell the truth?"

The person next to Chixiao chuckled, moved slightly, leaned on his shoulder, and looked out through him.

"Say."

This voice was already a little cold, with a little cold warning, it was a warning to him, and it was also a warning to the people outside the door, there was no need to be so cowering, who would dare to compete with him.

The person outside the door squatted a little lower.

"I have found the person who poisoned you yesterday, but the little ones are not good at taking care of it, and I found out early this morning that this person had committed suicide by taking poison, but when I did the autopsy, I found that this person had tattoos of the spirit wolf clan on his body."

Chixiao didn't quite understand what this benevolent brother was trying to express.

The latter sentence should be to say that the people who poisoned him are the same race, that is, the orcs of the spirit wolf clan, and now they have become the supreme nobles of this country, which means that the country has been defeated, and the next thing is the family infighting.

But isn't there a big difference between this man and an orc? What tattoos do you still need to see?