Interstellar Beast World: The Ferocious Beast Husband Has a Wild Mind

Chapter 130 Feed me
Shi Ying stood up, her gaze meeting Man Zhu's again, her eyes filled with undisguised coldness.

The two women, both stunningly beautiful, have completely different personalities.

One with a blank expression, cold and ruthless.

One had a smile playing on his lips, yet his expression was gloomy and eccentric.

In just a few seconds, Shi Ying looked away and brushed past Man Zhu.

Manju raised an eyebrow, glanced at the restless eyes inside, and then turned and left.

Back at the Aquatic Life Department, I saw that my teammates had all received some form of treatment, and even several S-rank orcs had fully recovered their human forms.

The little female is progressing faster than I expected.

He raised his hand and touched the newly grown scales at the corner of his eye.

The pain in my mind spread throughout my body, and every step I took felt like stepping on countless steel nails that pierced my very bones.

Darkness gathered in his eerie green eyes, while a smile bloomed on his lips.

"clatter!"

"clatter!"

"clatter……"

Blood slid down the corner of his eye, tracing eerie purple patterns, and dripped onto the wet stone surface, spreading out in beautiful red plum blossoms.

A few tiny, blood-stained scales were carelessly tossed into the flowerbed.

pity……

Those damn scum, it's too good for them to die.

Manju slowly walked to the wall and raised the current intensity by one degree; the pointer had reached the top.

With a "splash," Manzhu leaped into the water, her long legs transforming into a fish tail.

An electric current coursed through his body, spreading more crimson hues, and as the current touched his scales, specks of blue light bloomed.

Its tail curled up, its sharp fins spread out, and a muffled groan of pain escaped its lips.

The violent, restless spirit that wanted to break free of its cage struggled to subside under brutal suppression.

I don't know how much time passed, so long that the blood in the aquarium began to sink.

Manju leaned against the glass partition, looking down at her battered black fishtail, and murmured, "It's still not working..."

……

When Shi Ying arrived at the treatment room, she saw Sang Qing sitting in a chair eating pastries, with a dry explanation of common imperial laws on the computer screen.

The delicate, pale pink fingertips pinching the equally delicate and exquisite peach blossom-shaped pastry are such a delightful sight.

Sang Qing glanced at it indifferently, saw that it was Shi Ying, then looked away and put the pastry in her mouth.

Shi Ying walked over, picked up the lid on the table and looked at it. There was only a flower-shaped sticker in the middle, without any product information.

"When did you buy it?" Shi Ying asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sang Qing looked at the computer screen. "It was a gift from Man Zhu."

"Click——"

Shi Ying squeezed a crack in the hard plastic box, and cold air emanated from her body.

Sang Qing's attention was focused on the video, and she didn't hear the faint sound.

But she felt a strong sense of being stared at.

Sang Qing looked up, puzzled.

Shi Ying lowered her eyes and stared intently at the octagonal box that Sang Qing was holding in her arms, finding it an eyesore.

The irritable and violent emotions in my heart were impossible to suppress.

Ah.

How thoughtful! After thawing, she still remembered to bring pastries for the little Bodhisattva.

There were no labels on the box, so it's possible that they were made by the person who made them.

Making pastries for his little bodhisattva himself... just thinking about it makes me... angry.

very angry.

"Is it good?" Shi Ying's voice sounded dull and unclear, infected by her vexation.

"Delicious, sweet but not cloying, the flavor is just right." Sang Qing nodded honestly.

"Heh..." Shi Ying gave a light, mocking laugh.

They even used so many words to praise it.

I don't want the little bodhisattva to praise others, not even pastries.

His long eyelashes cast shadows, and a fierce aura seemed to overflow from the depths of his eyes.

The crack in the lid in my hand widened further, and I unconsciously tightened my grip on the corner of the table.

Hate.

I hate any male who tries to get close to the little bodhisattva.

Sang Qing was puzzled. Why was Shi Ying angry again?

Did she offend him?

Inexplicable.

Why is Shi Ying acting crazy more and more often lately?

Seeing Shi Ying staring intently at the pastry in her hand, could it be because of this?
Sang Qing pushed the box forward and asked, "Want some?" Seeing the genuine hesitation and confusion in the girl's eyes, Shi Ying felt a lump in her throat, unable to breathe properly, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"...Hey me."

Shi Ying leaned closer.

His tone betrayed a hint of gritted teeth.

Sang Qing didn't say anything, took the box back, and picked up a piece of pastry.

He put it into his own mouth.

troublesome.

Shi Ying was stunned for a moment, and then she understood what Sang Qing was saying.

"..."

The little bodhisattva is angry.

The air was heavy and there was no response.

Sang Qing stared intently at the computer screen again. The only sound in the quiet room was the old man's rigid and boring explanation of the law in the video.

She wouldn't even spare him a glance anymore.

Shi Ying suddenly calmed down.

When did he become such a fool?

He gets angry even when the little Bodhisattva eats a pastry.

The little Bodhisattva liked to eat, so he would buy her many more delicious pastries in the future, so that she would never want to eat Manju's pastries again.

The little Bodhisattva has been in a bad mood these past two days, why did he have to make her angry?

He is crazy too.

Why get bogged down in this trivial matter of a box of pastries?

Shi Ying put the lid back on the table and moved her chair to sit down next to Sang Qing.

Sang Qing was eating pastries while watching videos on her computer.

One piece of pastry was gone in two bites.

When it chews, its cheeks move up and down like a little hamster.

The legal explanation ranged from the law protecting females to the laws specifically for nobles, but Sang Qing didn't give him a single unnecessary glance.

He wanted to say something to break the dull atmosphere.

Show weakness, admit mistakes, or something else.

The target audience is a little bodhisattva, so there's nothing difficult about it.

But before she could even open her mouth, a whole piece of peach blossom cake was shoved into her mouth.

The sweet taste instantly filled my mouth.

Here, have this, it's the last piece.

Shi Ying's forehead throbbed, and the sticky feeling made him want to spit out what was in his mouth immediately.

He doesn't like sweets.

Especially pastries.

But he caught a glimpse of the doting look in the little bodhisattva's eyes, her eyebrows curving like a crescent moon.

Shi Ying chewed twice and then swallowed it all.

Sang Qing watched as Shi Ying wolfed down her food.

really.

A quirky leopard.

I wanted to eat it but was too embarrassed to take it myself.

Why bother.

Sang Qing exited the video call, stood up, and said, "I'm going to find Assistant Xiao to get some printing paper. Some orcs will be coming to treat me later, so could you open the door for me?"

After Sang Qing left, Shi Ying drank several mouthfuls of water to wash away the sticky feeling in her mouth.

His face was sullen and his expression was unpleasant.

How did he manage to swallow it?
It was still the pastry made by that male, Manju.

It's terrible.

So disgusting.

"Knock-"

There was a knock at the door. Remembering Sang Qing's instructions, Shi Ying opened the door.

His expression grew even colder.

Tsk, those annoying orcs from the Aquatic Life Department.

Standing at the door was an Emperor Penguin Beastman. He was taken aback when he saw Shi Ying open the door. "Isn't the Healer here?"

"Come in and wait."

When facing unfamiliar people, Shi Ying reverts to her cold, aloof, and unapproachable attitude.

Shi Ying didn't bother to respond to Emperor Penguin's words. She gave him a cold look and walked back to the seat where Sang Qing had just been sitting.