Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

It wasn't a human hand, but a furry little paw. He looked down; there were puddles on the ground after the rain, and he saw his own reflection.

It wasn't the boy who was prettier than a girl, but a young white wolf that hadn't even grown its teeth yet. He was a little flustered, but then he suddenly realized that he seemed to be a little wolf himself, which was why everything around him seemed so big, even the girl looked very big and tall, requiring him to look up at her.

He chased after the blonde girl's figure, which was so tall... He remembered that it was Rosalyn. Maybe Rosalyn could turn him into a human?

Or... he had a strange idea that if he ate Rosalyn, he could also turn into a human.

The girl seemed terrified of him. Yes, he was a wolf, and even a wolf cub with its teeth not fully grown in could hurt when it bit. She ran ahead, and the wolf cub chased after her.

The wind picked up a bit, and the girl's white wedding dress billowed in the wind, revealing her slender, delicate white silk-clad legs and her elegant high heels. She ran and sobbed, the lace skirt being torn to pieces by the surrounding trees, and her body was covered in wounds, bruises and red marks on her exposed skin. Seeing these on such a beautiful girl made the little wolf feel a little guilty.

But he was going to catch up with Rosalyn; he came here to capture her.

The fog dissipated as he ran, and the wolf cub's running became increasingly skillful, closing the distance. He felt a surge of joy, a feeling akin to floating on air. The beautiful girl ahead was already exhausted, and he even deliberately slowed down, not wanting to catch up so easily. This thrill of playing with his prey was part of the wolf cub's growth; he would occasionally bite the girl's thigh as he caught up, forcing her to continue running.

Such torment, both mentally and physically, is the behavior of a wolf, but it doesn't matter; he was just a little wolf to begin with. He thoroughly enjoys the pleasure of conquering his opponent, and only ends the game when the opponent completely loses the will to resist.

The tall girl finally couldn't take it anymore. She knelt down, sobbing softly, and silently clasped her hands together.

"Pray?" The little wolf was a little surprised; he didn't remember Rosalind having such a habit.

But he still walked over step by step. There was no more fog here. He got closer and closer, but he was surprised to find that the tall girl's hair was a light gray-gold color. He seemed to be seeing things. He also thought that the wedding veil was wrong. It was a white hood. The girl was kneeling with her back to him, and he finally saw where he was.

This is not the Jigong Palace.

This is a monastery.

The fragrant scent wasn't from pear blossoms, nor were there any pear blossoms here at all. The ground was covered with pale purple irises, and the girl knelt in a sea of ​​flowers. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, tears streaming down her face as she softly recited a prayer.

“Unknown Savior, I treat the flowers, trees, and animals of the forest that you created with love. I am also able to love those around me, whether I like them or not. I pray this in your appointed name, asking that you inspire us at all times.”

The little white wolf was taken aback.

What the hell? Did they mistake him for someone else? Why are there other people on this land? Shouldn't this be his hunting ground? He suddenly realized that everything was absurd. How did he become a monster? He couldn't remember the cause and effect, but he felt that some kind of awe and fear were slowly surrounding him.

No, no, this is wrong. He's a vicious little wolf. Whoever she is, just eat her. Eating her will bring happiness... Isn't that enough? What's the big deal about doing evil? Wolves are inherently vicious creatures. Why come here... to pray?

But the little wolf felt empty inside. He wanted to back away. He didn't know if the woman was praying for him. But he felt... it didn't seem so.

She was praying for him.

The wolf cub's fear intensified, but he was that kind of vicious person or wolf. When he was afraid, he would tell himself not to run away, but to face it, to face it! He pounced on her from behind, biting her shoulder and tearing open her hood, biting and biting harder and harder. He wanted to bite this nightmare to death and conquer this woman! Nothing could restrain him; he was destined to be a vicious person!

But the woman was still sobbing softly and praying.

"I entrust my children and my partner, and him at every stage of his life, into your hands. May you walk with him."

"I entrust not only his present to you, but also his entire life to you. May he appreciate with a heart full of praise the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and oceans that you have created."

“Lord! He has never experienced the hardships of human life, nor does he understand the ways of the world and the hearts of men. My constant thoughts cannot increase his power in the slightest, nor can my worries guarantee that he will live a life free from worry.”

"I pray that you will keep the wicked away from him and draw the good near to them. I pray that he will not have to repeat the wrong paths I have taken, and that he will be spared the hardships I have endured. I pray that our failures will help him avoid obstacles, and that the light of our faith will illuminate his life's journey."

"Lord! If my child ever strays from you, you know the weakness of human nature and the stubbornness of sin. I ask that your loving hands continue to guide and direct him, and never abandon him."

"Of the 1,900 precepts, do not neglect mercy."

The little wolf suddenly awoke. What had he done wrong? This was not his hunting ground, but the place of his trial. The white mist had dissipated, and the nun had captured him!

He struggled violently, but couldn't move. Looking up, he saw the nun gazing at him tenderly. He couldn't bite a single hair from her skin. She wasn't Rosalyn. She wore a white nun's robe, her pale golden hair falling to the side with bangs obscuring her eyes. Her compassionate eyes and holy face were almost mesmerizing, but her slender, white fingers, like iron, firmly gripped the wolf cub's body, forcing him to look directly at her.

A sense of fear welled up in Shen Liang. He had never truly feared anyone before; theoretically, he only felt awe for two people. One was Möbius, but over the years, that awe had lessened. The other was a bond that came from the genetic level, a bond he would always feel awe for no matter how powerful he became. In her presence, he would always be a head shorter…

"No, no, Aponia!" Shen Liang cried out in fear. He saw the nun's soft eyes gradually turn cold. He suppressed his reluctance and raised the knife in his hand.

Shen Liang was not afraid of the knife, of course. He was immortal and could be reborn no matter what. How could a knife possibly hurt him? But he suddenly remembered that he was not Shen Liang. He was just a little wolf with no power, no bloodline, and nothing to protect him.

Does that damn Aponia not recognize him? He's in this body now, Aponia will kill him!

He didn't have time to think about why Aponia killed a wolf; he just started twisting and howling frantically, but all that came out were shrill howls that no one could understand! Not even himself!

Forced and killed like this, he stared in fear into Aponia's eyes, hoping to see a sliver of pity for an animal in her gaze. But he knew that in the nun's eyes he was nothing more than a wolf that had pounced on him. Finally, she closed her eyes and brought the knife down.

"Spare me! Mother Aponia! No! Mother Aponia! Aponia!"

Shen Liang suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body covered in cold sweat.

It was already night outside the window. The rain had stopped for what seemed like a long time; the only sound was the sparse dripping of water from the eaves onto the ground. It was very quiet. He woke up from his nightmare and appeared to still be alive.

He was a little thirsty; in this weather, even under the covers, he felt like he was being evaporated. His whole body was still aching from the aftereffects of the burning holy blood; his head and body ached, though much less. He hesitated. Given the severity of his aftereffects, he thought he would wake up in Inazuma, but he was still in the Ji Palace, in Rosalind's bedroom.

He was stunned.

His memories gradually returned. He wasn't drunk or suffering from amnesia. On the contrary, given his physical condition, he couldn't possibly forget what happened just a few hours ago. Moreover, the tangible sensation in his arms and the absurd details proved a lot.

He didn't want to hesitate any longer. He pulled back the covers and, by the moonlight, looked at the tear stains still visible on the sleeping girl's eyes after several hours. Finally, he gently slipped away. He groped for the lamp, intending to get a glass of water.

Then the lights came on, and he was so surprised he almost jumped up.

The girls stood silently against the wall. There was more than one: Gan Yu, Fanan, Alice, and even the two little ones. The general couldn't even stand up and had to be held by Gan Yu. They all stared at him with different strange looks. He subconsciously wanted to crawl back into the blankets, but Yae no Miko spoke up: "There's no need. I've already changed your clothes while you were asleep."

Chapter 117 I will destroy your sacred marks!

Shen Liang tucked Rosalin in, looked at the girl's sleeping face, and gave a silent, bitter smile.

“The Divine Child summoned us. When we arrived, you were already restrained by your straitjacket, probably because they saw that your Holy Blood backlash was no longer in mortal danger,” Fanan said calmly. She stood in the doorway, a bed away from Shen Liang, her expression showing a hint of sadness. “When we arrived, Rosalin had already… had already fainted. Fortunately, after a check-up, her brain was not damaged by the stimulation.”

She glanced at Shen Liang, then looked away again. Her feelings towards Shen Liang, who had done such a thing, were complicated. But Shen Liang remained silent, so she couldn't help but look a second time. She wanted to say something, yet she didn't know what to say…

Should she scold him? Should she criticize him? She didn't even know if the clueless Shen Liang understood the implications of such behavior.

In fact, everyone had anticipated that such a situation would happen to them, but different people have different fates. Rosalyn was the one who should have been the most wronged, the one who was just one step away from happiness.

"How is she...?" Shen Liang's voice was somewhat somber.

“She wasn’t physically injured, and we’ve cleaned her up. But…” Alice crossed her arms and looked at him helplessly, “Liang’er, you are indeed beautiful and lovely, of high status, and easy to get along with. There must be many noble girls in Inazuma who admire you, which probably gave you a misconception. Not everything that the girls around you can tolerate can happen to another person. This kind of habit will kill you.”

“The water is so deep that it cannot be crossed. I'm afraid Liang Jun cannot understand this feeling.” Gan Yu said in a low voice. “It’s also my fault. If we hadn’t left, if we had been more careful here, knowing that Liang Jun needs us… Sadly, it’s no use saying these things now.”

A moment of silence fell over the scene. Seeing that Shen Liang could remain rational after waking up, the girls were slightly relieved, but what else could they say after these few words?

As a friend of Shen Liang and Rosalin, Fanan felt she had the right to condemn his evil deeds. But as Shen Liang's lover, she didn't know how to bring it up; her position seemed rather awkward.

To some extent, she felt that Shen Liang's crimes when he lost control were related to their indulgence. It was from Inazuma onwards that countless girls with ill intentions towards him gradually induced and indulged him, eventually turning him into this wildcat who had no common sense and acted only according to his likes and dislikes.

Shen Liang didn't move, staring blankly at the girl on the bed. He couldn't really respond to them.

Eve's memories gradually returned, also awakening his sense of morality from his time as a young wolfhound. So many things welled up in his heart, layer upon layer, pressing together. He looked at Rosalind, but his mind wasn't on Rosalind; instead, he was thinking about those years with the Firemoth.

In fact, he was never short of partners. During his Eve days, he did things a hundred times crazier than this, but they weren't sinful. He never ruined anyone's life; what he always wanted was mutual consent, at least based on love.

Every girl who climbed into his bed claimed to have come out of love, or at the very least, to dedicate herself to science. To be honest, this was the first time in over 50,000 years that he had to think about how he had ruined someone's life with violence.

Shen Liang pondered repeatedly.

He suddenly realized that he might not be as likable as he thought. The era of the Firemoth was the end of the world, and everyone was suppressing their hearts, living in a world where destruction could happen at any moment. So the reason why he, the little boy, could become the darling of the Firemoth base was that he provided not only the comfort of being a "lover," but also the relief of both body and soul.

The fear of the apocalypse, dissatisfaction with living conditions, uncertainty about tomorrow, unfamiliarity with interpersonal relationships, dependence on relatives and friends... all these pressures ultimately converged on him, a pure and sensible handsome young man with black hair and red eyes. So even though he himself couldn't remember exactly how many women he had slept with, girls still flocked to him, claiming that they were doing it willingly.

and so……

It might not necessarily be based on "love"; it could just be a need to relieve stress. Those girls who say they like him don't truly like him; it's just that in this environment, they can't find a better way to relieve stress than with dolls… and this best doll doesn't know how to refuse. So their relationships with him develop very quickly, because life is fleeting, and they must seize the moment. Just saying "I love dolls the most" is enough to pounce on him and kiss him; no one considers the slow pace of a three-month courtship between men and women.

But it's not like that in Teyvat. He was wrong. Teyvat doesn't have that kind of apocalyptic environment. No one here fears the future, and no one lives only a day.

Nobody's in a rush; everyone takes their time, developing feelings gradually. The emotion of "liking" takes time, and if the time isn't right, it crosses the line—in the game "The Moth," everyone just smiles gently and says, "Hey, you're in such a hurry, I can't escape you"—but here, that budding liking can instantly turn into anger and hatred.

Because this is utter disrespect, utter coercion and plunder, ruining her life.

At that moment, the blanket moved, and Shen Liang looked over to see that Rosalin had finally woken up.

He did not run away; whether he was Raiden Ryo or Eve, he would not run away.

The moment Rosalyn opened her eyes, she backed away. Shen Liang keenly noticed the deep fear in her eyes. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and hugged Rosalyn.

Rosalyn was so frightened she almost exploded, but she couldn't even muster the will to resist. She could only let Shen Liang hug her. But in that instant, she saw her best friends standing behind Shen Liang through his back. Only then did she realize that she was safe and that it was all over.

She was stunned.

Then tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to cover her mouth, but she still cried out loud. She struggled against Shen Liang, who quickly let go, but then Rosalyn rushed over to him again, crying, and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder.

It wasn't a comforting embrace, but a bite.

Rosalyn bit Shen Liang's neck tightly, one bite after another. She cried as she bit harder, determined to tear a piece of flesh from Shen Liang's body. She bit until blood was dripping from her mouth, but she still wouldn't stop. The wound had already stained her pajamas red.

Yae no Miko opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but when she turned her head and saw that even the general, who was always the most protective of his brother, was still silent in Gan Yu's arms, she wisely shut her mouth.

"It'll feel better if you cry it out," Fa Nan said softly.

No one stopped him, and Shen Liang didn't stop him either. He remained seated, enduring her bites without even frowning, and simply stroked her back and her long hair.

Gan Yu and her group quietly opened the door and left one by one. Since things had come to this point, there was no need to stay any longer; let the two parties involved handle the rest. They had initially worried that Shen Liang might lose control again, but at least for now, he seemed safe.

Rosalyn lay in his arms, biting his neck for a long, long time. Perhaps she finally ran out of strength, because she could no longer bite through the skin on his neck. Her body convulsed, and she buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Why...why, Liang'er...you bastard! You're the biggest bastard on this continent...why...why is it you..."

"..."

Shen Liang wanted to apologize, but he realized he didn't have the sincerity to do so.

He dared not say whether he felt a sliver of triumph as the little wolf within him tore Rosalyn apart. He could vaguely sense his own dark possessiveness, the malice within him… Wasn't that malice little wolf himself?

Rosalyn raised her head, finally gritting her teeth and spitting out blood, staring at Shen Liang.

"say."