After exchanging beast mates, those crazy S-rank beasts are all vying to be my pets.

Chapter 37: Choosing a Madman

No, is this a big game, bro?

Sang Tian took three seconds to think before nodding in agreement. This was all out of kindness from others, and it would be hurtful to refuse.

"Is this okay? Will it hurt you?"

Sang Tian gripped the Flaming Bow tightly, her heart leaping with excitement at the thought of shooting at moving targets later, completely confident in her S-rank strength.

Qingzhi saw that the woman was all talk and no action, and her lips curled up in a smile, her eyes gleaming with an irresistible light that was gradually tempting him into her trap.

"Take it slow, start with the stones." Qingzhi bent down and picked up a lot of small stones. To make it easier, he started by throwing stones the size of his palm.

Before Qingzhi threw it, he would ask Sang Tian, ​​"Are you ready?"

Sang Tian quickly stepped back to keep her distance from Qing Zhi, gripping the bowstring tightly. "Ready."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone was easily tossed five or six meters into the air. Sang Tian calculated the descent position and speed, then released the string.

The stone was pierced through the air and fell as a pile of rubble.

"Come again."

Qingzhi would select the appropriate stone size for the next throw based on her accuracy and reaction time, and the height would also decrease. The higher the stone was thrown, the longer Sang Tian would have to react, and vice versa.

After twenty rounds, Sang Tian hit the target seventeen times, which is a pretty good accuracy rate.

Every time she hit the target, Qingzhi would gently praise her with encouraging words like "amazing" and "great."

When the emotional value is maximized, Sang Tian feels a great sense of accomplishment and becomes more and more motivated.

Qingzhi was worried that she was tired, so he asked, "Do you want to rest for a while?"

"No need, I'm not tired. Are you tired?" Sang Tian had her hair tied in a high ponytail today, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. Her bright eyes were full of energy, showing no signs of fatigue.

"Not tired? Shall we continue?"

Sang Tian nodded, feeling incredibly hot. He thought that he wouldn't have such a good touch during the halftime break.

"My next target is me." Qingzhi's tone was gentle, as if he were announcing something very ordinary, and the smile on his lips never faded.

Sang Tian lowered her hands, not understanding his meaning, and mistakenly thought that Qing Zhi would hold the target for her to shoot.

After staring at each other for a few minutes, the target still hadn't appeared. Sang Tian seemed to guess what he meant, "You mean you're the target?"

“Yes, I’m the target. Didn’t you say this water has healing properties? I’d like to try it too.”

Sang Tian's brain exploded as if something had collapsed. Damn it, the one who seemed the most normal was actually a madman.

She swallowed nervously and refused Qingzhi's suggestion, saying, "No, that's too dangerous."

"It seems the female master doesn't believe in my strength, thinking that an S-rank like me can't even dodge a B-rank attack?"

"That's not what I meant. It's just that your suggestion is too dangerous. As the saying goes, even a blind cat can catch a dead mouse. What if you get hurt by accident?"

Qingzhi gave her a reassuring look, "Don't worry, with your current strength, you can't hurt me."

Although the tactic of provocation is naive, it works.

Sang Tian's reluctance vanished instantly, and she gripped the bow tightly again, her fighting spirit ignited.

"Alright then, you said it yourself."

"Please don't be upset just because I wasn't hurt in the slightest. It's not your fault; it's a problem with your mental strength." Qingzhi was still provoking Sang Tian, ​​truly using the gentlest words to stab her in the heart.

Sang Tian was provoked and raised her chin to indicate, "Then let's get started without further ado."

When Qingzhi saw her point the bow at him, he raised an eyebrow and his deep eyes revealed a provocative look.

Sang Tian was still a little scared, thinking that this was her beast husband. When she loosened the string, her hand trembled slightly, so much so that Qing Zhi on the other side slightly turned to dodge it.

"It seems the female master still needs more practice. Shall we continue shooting stones?"

Sang Tian adjusted her mindset and told herself that a woman's position is not secure if she is not ruthless. Anyway, with the spiritual spring water, he won't die.

shhhhh--

Arrows pierced the air, and three arrows with blue flames shot towards Qingzhi.

Qingzhi darted into the peach orchard, saying, "Mistress, I'm here."

When did he go there? Sang Tian looked in the direction of the sound and found that the person had disappeared again. Qing Zhi's voice came from the opposite direction.

After dozens of rounds, Sang Tian was chasing Qing Zhi, finding it easier to outrun her than walking a dog. Sang Tian bent over, hands on her knees, panting as she rested. She hadn't even touched Qing Zhi's hair in all this time, let alone ejaculated on him.

"How about we stop here for today? The female master almost bumped into me several times, so she's improved."

These were just words of comfort, which Sang Tian ignored. She straightened up, refusing to admit defeat, and said, "Continue."

After firing a hundred shots, Sang Tian gradually figured out Qing Zhi's movement pattern and the time it took him to change positions, and began to calculate the timing of releasing the arrows in his mind.

As soon as Qingzhi's voice rang out, Sang Tian pretended not to react, but in reality, she had already determined the other party's location. She turned around and immediately released the bowstring, and the arrow flew swiftly towards the man.

The arrow pierced Qingzhi's shoulder and struck the peach tree behind him.

thump--

The man fell to his knees, a coin-sized hole appearing in his left shoulder, blood gushing out and quickly soaking through his clothes.

The air was filled with the metallic, bloody smell of rust.

Sang Tian quickly dropped the bow, not expecting it to actually hit him. She panicked for a moment when she saw the bloody hole.

"Come with me to the Spirit Spring Stream." Sang Tian walked to Qing Zhi's side and supported him on his right side. "If it hurts, just bear with it."

Qingzhi hummed in agreement, leaning slightly closer to Sang Tian, ​​getting up close to her.

The faint floral fragrance emanating from her was overwhelmed by his bloodlust. Qingzhi frowned, her face turning icy.

For the first time, Qingzhi, a cold-blooded animal, found the smell of blood unpleasant, even to the point of disgust, and this blood came from himself.

He was disgusted that the smell of his own blood had tainted the floral fragrance on Sang Tian's body.

Sang Tian glanced at Qing Zhi out of the corner of her eye and thought he was angry. She didn't dare to breathe too heavily the whole time, for fear that the man's pride would be shattered.

The S-rank beastman's powers are ineffective against her, and his current combat strength is inferior to hers.

Sigh, she sacrificed a lot to protect her husband's pride.

"Why don't you take off your clothes first?" Sang Tian helped the person to the stream. They had come from the peach orchard, and Qing Zhi's blood was still gushing out. She could even vaguely see green snake scales.

Qingzhi did not refuse. After nodding in agreement, she weakly said, "My hands are not convenient, can you help me take them off?"

She bears some responsibility for the injury, and Sang Tian naturally wouldn't shirk it.

The T-shirt on Qingzhi's body could only be torn open from the wound. The moment it was torn open, Sang Tian saw a large patch of snake scales around the wound. Her eyes darted away, and she was a little scared.

Having spent five years in the apocalypse, she had managed to get used to zombies, but she never expected that she would have to rebuild her tolerance after suddenly coming into contact with orcs.

Fortunately, she learns things very quickly.

stab-

His short-sleeved shirt was torn open, exposing Qingzhi's upper body to the air. The arrow that had just pierced his left shoulder had left a horrifying wound.

"Let me take you to sit by the spring; the water there is deeper."

Moreover, the dirty water can be poured directly down the drain.

Qingzhi obediently followed behind Sang Tian. When they reached the spring, he sat in the middle of the stream, where the water only reached his abdomen.

In the sunlight, the snake scales on Qingzhi's left shoulder were clearly visible.

Sang Tian also noticed under the sunlight that Qing Zhi's pupils were dark green. Why were the pupils of these beastmen all dark-colored, unlike the beastmen she had encountered at the market?

Qingzhi sat in the water for a while and clearly felt the pain in her body disappear. When she looked at the wound again, she found that the bleeding had stopped.

"These spiritual spring fruits are truly miraculous." Qingzhi tried to lift her left hand and found that she could exert force, but the range of motion was too large, and it still hurt.

Qingzhi looked at Sang Tian on the shore and noticed that her clothes were stained with her own blood.

His blood stained her short-sleeved shirt. The glaring red stain on her body made Qingzhi suddenly feel that her own blood looked much better.

Sang Tian noticed his gaze, looked down, and discovered a lot of blood on her short-sleeved shirt and skirt.

"I'll go out and get you some clothes." After saying goodbye, Sang Tian turned around, bent down, and picked up the short-sleeved shirt and the Flaming Bow from the ground.

As she bent over, Sang Tian's short-sleeved top rode up, revealing her slender waist. Under the sunlight, her skin was dazzlingly white.

Qingzhi's gaze froze as he saw half of a beast mark on her waist.

From just half of it, he immediately recognized it as Li Su's beast mark.

(End of this chapter)