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

Chapter 133 I'm sorry, I can't save you.

Just then, I felt a damp, prickly, and itchy sensation on my wrist.

Sang Qing pushed Shi Ying's head, "Stop messing around, I'm just trying to comfort you."

When Shi Ying saw the clarity in Sang Qing's eyes, she realized that Sang Qing had no idea what she had just done, and Shi Ying's agitated heart suddenly cooled down.

At the same time, an unnamed fire rose.

That's true, she only wanted to apply the ointment to herself and was only interested in her beast form.

Shi Ying buried her head on Sang Qing's lap, her ears drooping.

A moment later, the spiritual threads dissipated in his mind, the hand stroking his back stopped, and he heard soft breathing.

Shi Ying got up and looked at Sang Qing's peaceful sleeping face. Reluctantly, she moved closer, stuck out her tongue and licked Sang Qing's hand, then licked her neck.

Only when Sang Qing was completely covered in his scent did Shi Ying transform back into human form and pick her up from the sofa.

The cat ears on his head were still there, and his cold and aloof face was stained with a deep red that was hard to fade.

After placing the person on the bed and covering them with a blanket, Shi Ying immediately went back to her room to take a cold shower.

After showering, I returned to Sang Qing's room.

He climbed onto the bed and lay down on his side next to Sang Qing.

One glance and all that cold shower I just took was for nothing.

Shi Ying gritted her teeth and reached out to pinch Sang Qing's face.

"That wretched little bodhisattva..."

Sang Qing was sleeping too soundly to even dream, let alone respond to his mutterings.

Shi Ying didn't use too much force, but Sang Qing's skin was too delicate, and it still turned a light pink. Her red lips were even more alluring.

Shi Ying's expression shifted several times, but in the end, reason prevailed over desire, and she withdrew her gaze.

I glanced unintentionally at the small, fair hand half-clenched outside the blanket and stared at it intently for a moment.

The tail fit perfectly inside.

Sleeping in the little bodhisattva's bed was uncomfortable, but he didn't want to go back.

……

The next day, Sang Qing went to see Man Zhu again.

Manju remained in its previous independent aquarium, but several more scales were missing from its tail, making it look less symmetrical and attractive than before.

"Little female, you're here?" Manju swam to the glass and was not surprised by Sang Qing's arrival, but she raised an eyebrow at Shi Ying behind Sang Qing.

"Are you alright?" Sang Qing asked worriedly, looking at Man Zhu's pale, almost translucent face.

Manju wagged its tail and smiled nonchalantly, "I won't die for now."

Sang Qing: “…”

This person is always like this; even when he's about to die, he can still laugh.

"Can I not go?" Sang Qing asked directly.

“No way.” Manzhu rejected the idea without hesitation, looking at Sang Qing with a half-smile. “If you don’t go, even more garbage will be sent in. Do you want to suffer any more?”

Sang Qing: "I didn't suffer much..."

Everyone helped her get her money back, with interest.

"Oh, the little female is so kind."

"But it's already been reported, so it can't be canceled. Those trash are destined to die, what a pity."

Manzhu smiled, but her eyes were cold.

He speaks lightly of other people's life and death, yet it seems he is also mocking his own inescapable fate.

Sang Qing: "Can we go later then?"

“Of course not.” This time, Manju didn’t give a reason.

Sang Qing remained silent. What should be done then?
She can't save Manju, and she might not even be able to save the snake-lizard beastmen.

She was the only one in the institute, and one person's abilities are limited.

She might be able to save them, but it will take time.

But they didn't have time.

Before she arrived, the fate of the orcs in the stronghold was predetermined; they would all die sooner or later. She should have calmly respected the fate of others.

But having been here for so long, she had already developed a bond with them and didn't want to watch them sacrifice themselves.

Although Mu Yan and his group were annoying, most of the beastmen were simple and kind.

Even Manju, though she's a bit crazy, would help her answer her questions, tell her orcs to be polite to her, bring her pastries, and help her deal with those who bullied her.

The method was a bit extreme.

She might not be a good person either, and she never has any sympathy for people she dislikes.

But she wanted to save the person she loved, yet she was powerless to do so.

Seeing that the little female was pursing her lips and not speaking, Manju knew that she was worried about how to save people again.

It's not that she's bad; after all, only a female like her would think about keeping these "consumables" alive, instead of trying her best to squeeze every last bit of value out of them.

Manju turned around and dived into the water, scooping up a few scales from the bottom of the pool.

In front of Shi Ying, he handed it to Sang Qing again, saying, "Want some? You can light it for fun."

Shi Ying's eyes darkened, but thankfully Sang Qing refused.

"no thank you."

Looking at the red wounds on Manzhu's body where scales had fallen off, Sang Qing said, "Is there something wrong with you? Why do you like to pluck scales for fun? There are so many incenses available, there's no need to do it this way."

Manju paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, "That's true."

Then he crushed the scales in his hand.

Although he didn't pull them out.

Sang Qing: “…”

He always seems to want to crush things, as if breaking someone's neck is a perfectly normal thing for him.

I recalled what Manju said that day.

It really is.

A true... outlaw.

However, in many ways he doesn't seem bad, so... it's hard to judge.

Perhaps he was just thinking that since he was going to die soon anyway, there was nothing left to care about, so he might as well go all out.

In the end, she became the kind of person she admired.

Nobody wants to be crazy, but everyone envies madmen who can go crazy anytime, anywhere.

……

For the next two days, Sang Qing provided mental therapy to the orcs of the snake lizard team, but it was a drop in the ocean.

She racked her brains but couldn't come up with a solution.

The orcs' methods for calming their mental riots are too limited and simplistic.

On the third day, Sang Qing arrived at the shelter early and saw off the team that was going to carry out the mission together with General Curry and the others.

The rioting beastmen were violently suppressed by the serpent lizard team. They were resentful but dared not even give them a hateful look, only cursing and swearing in their hearts.

Manju regained her human legs, but the polluted aura emanating from her body became increasingly violent, which Sang Qing could sense even from a great distance.

It feels like forcibly compressing a large amount of flammable and explosive gas into a small container, which will explode sooner or later.

The metal ring around his neck was removed, and there was nothing left to restrain him. Beneath his beautiful face lay a destructive intent.

Sang Qing still couldn't resist giving it a try.

The spiritual energy rippled outwards invisibly across the wrist before finally settling into silence.

Aside from the contract that existed in Shiying, she couldn't sense anything else.

She gave a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I can't save you."

Manzhu lowered her eyes, looking at the scales that her delicate hand had just touched, her emerald eyes turning a deep, mysterious color.

He looked up and laughed, "No wonder that tiger lost its mind and still liked you. It's useless, but it's quite comfortable."

"Comfortable?"

Sang Qing looked at Man Zhu.

Does Manju feel pain too?