WTYTIAAN Chapter 183

Chapter 183

What?

Yan Yunqing perked up his little ears, was the truth of the prophecy about to be revealed? So rashly? Through a dream of Theodore’s that might or might not be real?

Unfortunately, as if sensing Yan Yunqing’s excitement, the conversation between Sylvia and Theodore was silenced once more.

Yan Yunqing:?

Yan Yunqing:???

Little mouth, move!

What’s going on? The plot was just about to reach its climax, what did he mean by suddenly interrupting it?

Yan Yunqing was furious.

However, the master of the dream wouldn’t let him watch if he didn’t want him to, one second Yan Yunqing was watching Sylvia move her lips, the next second he was kicked out of the dream.

Kicked! Out! Of! The! Dream!

Outrageous!

Yan Yunqing angrily opened his eyes, just about to let out a roar of impotent rage, when he was stunned by the handsome face close at hand.

Deep blue, almost ink-black eyes, soft silver short hair, deep and three-dimensional features, and the most unique and unforgettable thing was the knife scar left at the bridge of his nose, adding a bit of an evil aura to this handsome face, coupled with that half-smiling expression, he looked just like a villain.

Compared to that ordinary face that would disappear into the crowd, this face was the one Yan Yunqing was familiar with, the face that belonged to Beros.

Yan Yunqing’s heart almost skipped a beat. Anyone who woke up to an enlarged face in front of them would be scared into fainting again, right?

Beros supported himself on either side of Yan Yunqing with his hands, his entire body half-suspended above him, clearly close, yet Yan Yunqing read a sense of condescension from it.

The slightly long silver-whitesuì fà – broken hair fell on the side of Yan Yunqing’s neck, causing him to move uncomfortably twice, wanting to reach out and push Beros’ head away.

Beros’ silver-white hair looked soft, but felt hard to the touch, inheriting the fur characteristics of the wolf clan, with a rough and prickly texture.

Yan Yunqing very smoothly ruffled the wolf cub’s head a couple of times, the smoothness of the action as if he was ruffling the head of the puppy he had raised for three years.

“Don’t lie on top of me while I’m sleeping,” Yan Yunqing said, “I’ll get scared.”

Beros leaned closer, his deep blue eyes reflecting Yan Yunqing’s helpless expression. He stuck to him like a large dog, sniffing between Yan Yunqing’s neck and behind his ears respectively, warm breath falling, and a fine tingling sensation ran through his skin like static electricity.

Yan Yunqing unconsciously shrank his neck.

This was a very dangerous posture, the neck was a person’s most secret lifeline. For the master and his beloved dog, this was just a posture to express affection, but for him and Beros, Yan Yunqing was no different from handing over his neck, such a crucial lifeline, to Beros.

If he was not an obedient dog, he could bite the master’s throat with his sharp teeth at any time.

Yan Yunqing heard the sound of Beros swallowing his saliva, and even saw the up and down movement of Beros’ Adam’s apple out of the corner of his eye. To be honest, he wasn’t completely without tension at this moment, he was just betting that Beros wouldn’t betray him.

—At least, with the constraints of the contract, Beros could not betray the Demon King.

“Beros,” Yan Yunqing said.

Beros’ breathing quickened a few notches, and finally he buried his entire face between Yan Yunqing’s neck, he pressed down on Yan Yunqing, and a few whimpers and pants like a small beast came from his throat.

One of Yan Yunqing’s hands was still on his head, and the other hand was also captured by Beros.

Beros’ movements were very light, but with a sense of refusal, his broad palm first grasped Yan Yunqing’s wrist, and then moved up little by little, his fingertips following the lines of his palm, prying open the tightly clenched knuckles bit by bit, and inserting themselves into the gaps between his fingers without leaving any room, their fingers interlocking and entwined.

The wheat-colored skin complemented the cold white fingertips with a hint of pink.

Yan Yunqing let Beros do as he pleased, and the hand he placed on Beros’ head also unceremoniously inserted itself into his coarse silver hair, grabbing it hard along the roots.

Beros grunted, and was forced to raise his head. Those deep blue eyes, like the unfathomable depths of the starry sky, actually carried a hint of moisture, twinkling with a watery luster, and under his slightly pale lips were two sharp canine teeth that were vaguely visible—or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them wolf teeth?

“Beros.”

Yan Yunqing said again in a deep voice.

The first sound was a reminder, the second was a warning.

Would there be a third sound? Was the third sound anger or punishment?

Beros thought absentmindedly.

He even had the urge to touch the bottom line—Beros felt like he was going crazy. Thousands of years of waiting and searching hadn’t driven him mad, but knowing the King’s identity later than that kid Divick made him jealous to the point of madness.

The thought that his master, the master who was being pressed down by him, had brushed past him several times without ever calling out to him, the despair and madness of being abandoned was about to entangle him again, like vines strangling his throat, gradually depriving him of his breath.

Placing him in a deadly situation.

The madness gradually appeared in Beros’ deep blue eyes, and the bloodlust in the wolf clan’s bloodline was fully revealed. Perhaps this inferior gene belonging to the beastmen was amplified by the succubus’ bloodline mix.

His birth represented misfortune.

The two conflicting bloodlines were difficult to integrate, but they achieved a delicate balance in a small wolf child. However, that was not the end point of the mixed blood, but rather the starting point of Beros’ suffering. With each year he grew older, the bloodlines in his body became more disordered, until the two bloodlines could no longer maintain a false peace in his body, Beros would disappear into this world like the morning mist.

Beros originally did not belong to this world, he was born to die.

It was the King—

It was the master who forcibly kept Beros in this world.

The Eternal Lord who ended the eternal war, the supreme Eternal Lord, the great Eternal Lord…

Beros’ master.

Since he forcibly kept Beros’ life, why did he have to look at other people?

He couldn’t.

Yan Yunqing frowned as he watched Beros’ fangs protrude. He unceremoniously increased the strength in his hand once again, yanking Beros’ hair to give him pain.

“Beros.”

This was the third sound. If Beros didn’t wake up again, he would have to consider giving Beros a slap on that handsome face.

Beros seemed to be stunned by this third sound as well, and his scarlet, bloodthirsty eyes quickly receded, leaving behind clear and innocent deer eyes, blinking moistly. The sharp teeth that had been completely revealed were retracted again. Looking at Beros’ current appearance alone, it was impossible to associate him with the madman who had just been like a murderous demon.

Like two different people.

Beros opened his mouth, his face full of bewilderment and helplessness, “… King.”

Yan Yunqing narrowed his eyes, his hand holding his hair never loosening. He took a deep look at Beros, seeming to want to see what hidden things were hidden in those watery and seemingly innocent eyes.

This dog thing…

His hand, which was interlaced with his fingers, had no intention of letting go, and was still acting.

Beros seemed to read from Yan Yunqing’s expression that he was really about to get angry, and his body stiffened. He slowly relaxed the pressure on Yan Yunqing’s body, and the hands that were interlocked with his fingers also relaxed a little. He removed all of his shackles on Yan Yunqing, and completely handed over all control to his master.

Yan Yunqing felt the strength on his body disappear, and unceremoniously pulled out the hand that was being held by Beros, then pushed away Beros, who was vaguely pressing on his body, and sat up.

Beros was very cooperative with all of these actions. If he didn’t show that abandoned puppy expression, Yan Yunqing might have thought that the other party was a little more obedient.

Yan Yunqing, with a cold face, lowered his head to tidy up his clothes—they weren’t much different from before he fell asleep, at most they were a little messy from being rolled over during sleep, which wasn’t a big problem.

Looking up again at his surroundings, the house he was in now was clearly not the empty house he had casually found before. All of the facilities around him had been upgraded by more than one level, including the bed he was sleeping on. After experiencing the bamboo bed before, Yan Yunqing felt that this wooden bed under him was quite luxurious.

As for the others… the facilities in this room had indeed been upgraded by a level, but there weren’t many traces of life, like a room of someone of high position and power, but it wasn’t often used.

“This is my room,” Beros seemed to see Yan Yunqing’s confusion, “I brought you here after I woke up.”

Yan Yunqing glanced at Beros silently. For some reason, he actually had a vision of a tail-wagging dog, and this dog was taking credit for ‘changing the meat bone to a dog bowl’.

…Tsk, was he sick? He had so consciously adopted the perspective of a meat bone?

Yan Yunqing looked away. He looked around. He was still holding [Carrier Pigeon] to deal with things before he fell asleep. If he fell asleep while dealing with them, then [Carrier Pigeon] must not be in his backpack, and it was probably taken away by Beros.

After searching around and not seeing any trace of [Carrier Pigeon], he spread out his palm towards Beros, signaling the other party to return the things to him.

Beros stared——

Beros lowered his head and placed his chin in Yan Yunqing’s palm, blinking his eyes obediently at Yan Yunqing.

Yan Yunqing:……

A hashtag popped up on his forehead.

Yan Yunqing withdrew his hand without hesitation, “My things, give them to me.”

After saying these words, Yan Yunqing suddenly remembered that Beros had not only taken away his [Carrier Pigeon], but also that the [Substitute Doll] he had left outside of Slānlì Pà City was still in the stage of being held hostage by Beros.

Yan Yunqing:……

Yan Yunqing tsked, “The things I was holding before I fell asleep, and the doll you took away privately before, give them back to me together.”

Beros blinked his eyes again, with a pure and obedient look. Before Yan Yunqing narrowed his eyes and revealed a dangerous expression, he took out the things Yan Yunqing wanted and placed them in front of Yan Yunqing.

A [Carrier Pigeon], a [Substitute Doll].

The doll felt the aura of its master close at hand, and jumped up from its initial state of playing dead, jumping up and hugging Yan Yunqing’s fingers. The originally rough eyes and mouth made up of only a few lines also changed, turning into a very vivid QAQ.

It hugged Yan Yunqing’s fingers, acting cute and pointing its short doll fingers in the direction of Beros, swaying as if it was complaining to Yan Yunqing, making people couldn’t help but show an old mother’s smile. It was extremely cute.

Yan Yunqing accepted the series of complaints from the substitute doll very well. After the substitute doll was made, this little thing was just like it had life. It was very magical. It wasn’t strange that it would make such complaints after being hijacked by Beros for no reason.

Beros, who had been complained against by the substitute doll, narrowed his eyes and gave the substitute doll a dangerous smile, scaring the substitute doll into hugging Yan Yunqing’s fingers once again.

[Look at him!.JPG]

Yan Yunqing nodded at the top of the substitute doll’s head in a comforting manner, pretending to comfort it, but in reality, all of his attention was on the opened [Carrier Pigeon]. He was stunned to find that there were countless messages in his [Carrier Pigeon], a dense 99+ at a glance.

He… he just slept for a little while, right? Why did it feel like he had slept for a century?

Yan Yunqing clicked to start reading Merlin’s messages. Merlin was the one who sent him the most messages. He pulled the messages to the top. It was Merlin who told him that the Slānlì Pà City incident had been resolved, and that he hadn’t let the Augreir people succeed. Yan Yunqing breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked at the time—six days ago.

Yan Yunqing:???

Yan Yunqing was shocked: “Wait, how many days have I slept???”