Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

Chi Heng flew back from the volcano after taking a bath, landing in the courtyard feeling refreshed. He had changed into a clean new robe, and his long, red hair still carried the distinctive sulfurous smell of volcanic lava. He looked as energetic as a fledgling bird that had just left the nest.

He stopped in front of Ye Tang, spread his arms, spun around, and wagged his tail expectantly behind him. "Little Tang Tang, I don't smell bad anymore, right?"

"Hmm, it doesn't smell anymore." Ye Tang flipped the lamb chops on the grill and sniffed them. Chi Heng now smelled of a down comforter that had been sun-dried, warm and cozy, with a dry and clean warmth.

This is the true scent that Suzaku should have. The sour, rotten smell from before was indeed the impurities expelled from her body by the Spirit-Crossing Dew.

Receiving affirmation, Chi Heng happily squatted down next to Ye Tang and skillfully took the brush from her hand to brush sauce onto the lamb chops. He looked around and noticed that someone was missing from the yard.

The flat-feathered bird that had been loitering here since yesterday, eating, drinking, and playing mahjong for free, was gone. Several silver-gray flight feathers were scattered on the ground, each one longer than the hair that had been plucked from its head yesterday.

"Where are the free-range chickens?"

"He was thrown out."

"Huh? Thrown out?" Chi Heng scratched his head; Xiao Tangtang didn't have that much strength. They'd paid for the free-range chicken's food, and given Xiao Tangtang's greedy nature, she wouldn't actively kick out a customer who'd already paid. But there were definitely signs of a struggle in the yard; several patches of grass had been torn up.

"It's Xiao Qi Xuanqian's." Ye Tang gestured towards the water tank.

Chi Heng followed her gaze and looked at Qi Xuan, who was lying on the edge of the water vat drinking milk. The little dragon, no bigger than a palm, was holding the milk bottle and gulping it down, its tail drawing circles contentedly in the water.

Did he throw Ling Shou's two-meter-long adult peregrine falcon out? But there were at least twenty or thirty silver-gray feathers on the ground, each one of which had been plucked out by the roots.

Chi Heng gasped, clasped his hands together, and bowed to Qi Xuan. He silently thanked the God of War for showing mercy last time, only tugging at his hair a few times without pulling out a single hair. Compared to Ling Shou, he was treated like a son.

"Thank you for showing mercy, God of War." Chi Heng's tone was as sincere as could be, his head bowed low.

祁玄把奶瓶放在水缸沿上，舔了舔嘴角的奶渍，冰蓝色的竖瞳平静地看着赤珩。「你乖，听姐姐话，好鸟，不揍你。」

Although this little red bird is also a male with feathers, it has never been fierce to its older sister. If its sister tells it to go east, it won't go west; if its sister tells it to start a fire, it will never play with water; and it will even take the initiative to clean up the dishes and wash the pots. A well-behaved bird shouldn't be beaten; that's a principle.

Thrown out of Zero Prison, Ling Shou returned to the Skyfeather Falcon Clan's old mansion, looking disheveled and humiliated. He squatted on his perch in his room for a long time, his silver-gray wings drooping, the few patches of pink flesh exposed where Qi Xuan had plucked them, making him look utterly wretched. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, so he got up and went to Ling Lan's study.

"Mother, am I really that bad?" Ling Shou stood in front of the desk, still wearing the short robe that Qi Xuan had torn and rumpled, with several bald patches on his wings and his hair in a mess.

His appearance, coupled with his silver-gray eagle eyes filled with confusion and resentment, made him look like a drowned rat ravaged by a storm.

Ling Lan looked up from the mountain of military documents and paused when she saw her son's expression. She scrutinized Ling Shou from head to toe, then put down her pen and picked up her teacup. "What's wrong?" Ling Shou explained the whole situation.

From his free meal at Zero Prison to his suggestion that Ye Tang marry him, to being plucked of feathers and thrown out the door by Qi Xuan, not a single detail was missed.

The more he talked, the more wronged he felt. He, the young patriarch of the Sky Feather Falcon Clan, had taken the initiative to propose marriage, only to be rejected one after another and then thrown out like this.

After listening, Linglan took a sip of tea without expression. She remained silent for a long while, deeply feeling that Yetang was already being kind-hearted by not letting Chiheng set fire to Lingshou and burn him to a bald chicken.

He went to freeload a meal, bossed people around, called them idiots and spendthrifts, and then, without saying a single kind word, demanded they marry him. This isn't courtship; it's clearly looking for trouble.

A female who can heal mental states with a breakdown value of over 90, who can casually produce catnip that is priceless, and who can calmly pull out divine items like Spirit-Crossing Dew and Bone-Healing Elixir that are only found in ancient books—if the research institute hadn't kept her so tightly under wraps and listed her as SSS-level—would be a prime example.

The number of male beasts willing to marry her as their beast husband could stretch from the Empire to Antarctica. And this idiot acts like she's suffered a terrible injustice and been bullied; she deserves to be left outside and thrown around.

"Son, with your personality and your mouth, I'd have to question the little warden's taste if she even took a liking to you. Besides, a good-tempered and capable female like her must have plenty of males eyeing her—you'd better step aside," Linglan said frankly.

Ye Tang has a good temper? Ling Shou almost burst out laughing. Did his mother have some huge misunderstanding about Ye Tang? She called him a free-range chicken, an illiterate bird, and less likable than Chi Heng. She chased Chi Heng all over the yard with a broom, called Jing Yao a dead cat, and treated Cang Ming like a sardine—is that what you call having a good temper?

But he swallowed the words back, because he realized he had to admit that Ye Tang was kind to everyone except him. She was gentle and considerate to You Lie, indulgent and doting to Chi Heng, incredibly patient with Qi Xuan, and even more polite to Lu Yu than to him.

It seems that he was the only one who was constantly being teased and criticized by her from the very beginning, from a free-range chicken to an illiterate bird, and from an illiterate bird to a poor little guy with no food to eat.

"Mother, you don't know her..."

"Stop, I have things to do. If you're bored, go support your father at the northwest defense line. He mentioned in his last communication that they're short-handed there, so it's a good opportunity for you to gain some experience." Ling Lan opened a new combat briefing and waved her hand without looking up.

Although she didn't know who her dimwitted son took after, she really had no patience to listen to his rambling anymore. She was good at commanding battles, but teaching her dimwitted son how to win over a wife was not her area of ​​expertise.

Ling Shou was speechless after being choked by his mother's words, and slunk back to his room. He stood in front of the mirror and saw his reflection—his long, silver-gray hair was a mess, several tufts of hair tied in knots, and several bald patches of feathers on his wings revealed the pink flesh underneath. That old gecko was really ruthless, only plucking the nicest feathers.

He took out the bottle of Rejuvenating Essence from his storage ring and carefully applied it to the bald spots on his wings while looking in the mirror.

The cool liquid seeped into the skin, causing a slight itch. Several tiny downy hairs emerged from the hair follicles at a visible speed, and the redness and swelling on the skin subsided considerably.

After applying the last bit of ointment to his wound, he held the bottle up to the light and checked it. There was still more than half a bottle left; enough to last a long time. This spendthrift little sprout's gift was actually quite useful.

Since his mother wanted him to go to the northwest defense line to support his father, then he should go. Anyway, staying here would only result in him being plucked by that old dragon, so he might as well go to the battlefield and take his anger out on the fallen beast.

He quickly packed a few changes of clothes, stuffed them into his storage ring, spread his wings on the terrace of the Skyfeather Falcon Clan's old house, and flew off towards the northwest without looking back.