Returning after a three-year escape from death, the tyrant has turned evil.

Chapter 187 Deliberate Enticement
Wolf Owl led Song Yi directly over. There were guards at the door during the day, but Wolf Owl was too lazy to take out his key and simply said:

"Open the door."

"Yes."

These animals are raised specifically for food, so they are exceptionally docile. The cows and sheep are kept separate. Song Yi looked them over and suddenly saw a very bold little lamb come over, sniff her hand, and circle around her twice.

Seeing this, Song Yi immediately squatted down and asked, "May I touch it?"

Even Wolf Owl himself didn't realize that when he saw this scene, his eyes were filled with countless tenderness.

Today, Song Yi was wearing a pale yellow dress, and her hair was casually braided into a single braid on the right side of her shoulder. The inconspicuous hairpin had been on her ever since he first brought her here.

Wolf Owl suddenly thought for no reason that it was a pity that it was winter now and the grass on the grassland was covered with white frost. If it were spring, he could see wildflowers all over the mountains. At that time, he could pick a flower and hang it behind Song Yi's ear or put it in her braid.

But such a thought only crossed my mind for a moment.

"Go ahead and touch them. These little lambs are very docile, so don't worry."

Song Yi tentatively touched it. Its whole body was covered in curly wool, and its fur was exceptionally white. It felt very fluffy and soft to the touch. Its black eyes were like agate, making it look exceptionally cute.

She couldn't help but touch it a little longer, and said, "I think the one that came up to me on its own is the prettiest."

Wolf Owl crossed his arms, looked at her, raised an eyebrow, and asked:
"Really? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Song Yi's wrist and pulled her up, then herded the lamb into the flock, saying lazily, "Find it out, the one you just touched."

Song Yi was completely dumbfounded when she saw the dense flock of sheep in front of her. Now she felt that they all looked the same.

She turned and glared at Wolf Owl: "You're really a very annoying person."

Wolf Owl was unusually excited upon hearing Song Yi's words and couldn't help but laugh.

Because he was used to Song Yi's always indifferent expression, this look made him feel as if Song Yi really belonged here and had completely stayed by his side.

Even Wolf Owl himself didn't expect that the prisoners he captured would leave such a deep impression on him.

If only their story could be a little more vibrant.

Just as he was thinking this, Song Yi suddenly pinched his arm: "Quickly check where that one ran off to."

Wolf Owl couldn't help but touch his arm; it felt like he'd been bitten by a mosquito, but it didn't hurt at all.

"Don't worry, I can recognize it. Look, it's that one."

He strode forward, herded the lamb over, and said smugly:
"See? Isn't this the one?"

"It really is."

She started touching them again, then tentatively asked, "They're all so cute, so nice to touch. Can I come here to play often in the future?"

Wolf Owl hesitated for a moment, then said, "If you want to come, I can bring you here."

“But you don’t always have time. I’m extremely bored staying in the tent all day. I can’t understand what many people are saying, but it’s easy to communicate with the little sheep.”

Wolf Owl thought for a moment and relented: "Alright, but don't stay here too long. If the Khan's men see you, they'll definitely complain to the Khan again."

"I know."

Seeing that Song Yi seemed genuinely fond of the lamb, Wolf Owl immediately said something to the people at the door. A short while later, they returned carrying a wooden bucket containing brushes and paint. Wolf Owl awkwardly said, "You can use this to make a mark on it."

Song Yi was taken aback, picked it up, and drew a small petal shape on its back.

"Actually, it doesn't have a name. If you really like it, give it a name. I will tell others to spare its life when killing these prey."

Seeing that Lang Xiao's attitude towards her was becoming increasingly abnormal, Song Yi decided to press her advantage and immediately stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear with a grin:
"Okay, how about we call it Wolf Owl?"

"you"

He turned his head abruptly and saw Song Yi's sly smile. Her face was unusually close. He was momentarily stunned, then quickly looked away, forcing himself to remain calm as he sneered:
"It's a sheep, but you insist on giving it a name that includes the word 'wolf,' is that it?"

Song Yi said softly, "That's right, this name belongs exclusively to the little wolf cub."

Wolf Owl was practically about to explode. "Who's the little wolf cub? Even if I'm a wolf, I'm the most powerful wolf king in the pack, okay?"

Song Yi was too lazy to talk to him about this, and pointed at it, saying, "Let's just call it Wolf Owl, anyway, it can't understand."

Wolf Owl said hesitantly, "Okay, fine."

He leaned against the fence, recalling Song Yi's expression when she talked about the wolf cubs, and couldn't help but touch his face.

When he was little, his mother did call him that, but at the time she thought he was too boastful and was too young to understand. She never expected to hear it from Song Yi's mouth again.

He stared at Song Yi's expression, watching her weave through a flock of sheep, and before he knew it, his heart softened.

This is not a good thing for a prisoner.
No, she's no longer a prisoner; she's Wolf Owl's maid.

When the two returned, Song Yi's hands were covered in fur. Wolf Owl urged her to go inside and wash them. Song Yi glanced at the two torches standing upright on the tent outside the camp and suddenly asked:

"Why can this fire keep burning without going out? Is there oil in it?"

"Of course! This is a cow fat torch, made with cow fat. Cow fat is exceptionally long-lasting and can burn all night long, okay?"

After saying that, he looked at Song Yi's thoughtful expression and smiled:
"You've probably never seen this before, have you? You people from the Central Plains must all use candles. Candles burn out very quickly."

Song Yi gave a vague reply and asked, "What kind of oil do you use for your meals?"

"There's also butter. If you're curious, you can go take a look. It's in that camp. See the pots they've set up? If you know how to cook, you can try it yourself."

Song Yi stroked her chin and said deliberately, "Okay, I'll cook for you when the time comes, and you can try my cooking, okay?"

Wolf Owl was surprised by her words and nodded blankly.

Why cook for him? Let him taste her cooking; it's just like... just like his wife.
Wolf Owl felt something was increasingly wrong, but Song Yi didn't seem to notice anything amiss, which was really strange.

He had originally planned to go in with Song Yi, but now he wanted to escape, saying:

"This is too boring. You can go in by yourself. I'm going to ride horses and shoot arrows with them."

"it is good."

It's good that he left.

Just now, Song Yi seemed to have vaguely seen the carrier pigeon from before.

(End of this chapter)