The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

"call--"

"call--"

The wind was blowing through the branches above my head, but it didn't bring a sense of relief.

Miaomiao lowered her head and heard the sound of her heart beating in her chest.

It was so loud. He had never heard his heart so loud before. Was it because it was so quiet?

An unknown shadow loomed over him, as if swallowing him whole.

The child's slender white neck was held by a large hand with a darker skin color.

It wasn't tight, and didn't suppress his breathing, but the burning touch was so distinct that he was extremely aware that his vital points were under the other person's control.

There is no escape.

Miaomiao's nose was covered with beads of sweat. This was the first time he had faced such a situation.

Time seems to stand still at this moment, with only the sound of the wind blowing slowly and petals caressing the leaves.

Miaomiao hid her left hand in her sleeve, clenched her fist, and in the hidden place, a silver light was quietly shining.

He has a trump card, but only one chance. He must find the moment when his opponent cannot dodge.

The person holding his neck didn't say anything and didn't take any further action, but Miaomiao could feel an unfamiliar heat coming from behind him. The person was getting closer to him, and he could even feel his breath on the back of his neck.

Miaomiao didn't know what his intention was, but the other party didn't intend to kill him immediately, which was an opportunity for Miaomiao.

His eyes fell on the ground, and soft silver petals flew up with the wind and fell into the palm of his hand.

The marigolds did not hide.

As if noticing his predicament, the sea of ​​flowers made a rustling sound, then gathered together and suddenly turned into dozens of silver whips that leaped up from the ground and lashed fiercely at the person behind Miaomiao.

Though a soft flower, it was a mythical beast, its surface enhanced with magic, far sharper than a blade. It sliced ​​through the air with a piercing sonic boom, and anyone struck would surely break bones. Dozens of whips lashed out, striking the man in every direction. Miaomiao sensed the grip around his neck loosen for a moment. Opportunity!

He didn't miss the opening created by Marigold, and in the moment the other party relaxed, he summoned the triangular fragment hidden in his left hand. There, stored one of Grandpa's attacks.

An eleventh-level attack! Without hesitation, he turned around and struck the opponent's heart.

Clothes were intertwined, and a rich red color flashed across the rapidly changing vision.

Miaomiao opened her eyes wide, but before she could react to what it was, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The man actually reacted in such a short moment, loosened his grip on his neck, and changed the direction of his attack!

"Boom--" The dissipated energy suddenly changed its path, and a huge semicircular hole was blasted out in the trees and land along the way, like a meteor piercing the moon, leaving a trace tens of meters long.

Such a loud noise not only disturbed the mythical beasts living nearby, but also made Sang Mo, who was leisurely reading a book in the wooden house, frown and raise his head.

Old Man Xing's energy fluctuations? Didn't he go out to work?

No, that's not right. Is it Miaomiao?

Is the child in danger?

His eyes instantly shone a brilliant green. Under the pressure of the thousand-year-old tree spirit, all the plants in the forest that were lower than him became his eyes.

Soon, he confirmed the location.

Sang Mo put down the book and stood up.

In the forest, the broken, black trees and the surging silver-white sea of ​​flowers are like the real definition of life and death. The timid flowers turn into sharp weapons and mercilessly lash out at the attacker who is holding the child's wrist.

The attacks came from all directions. There was no time to dodge, nor was there any intention to evade. The expressions of the attackers remained unchanged, so indifferent that it seemed as if they were not the ones being attacked.

A strange layer of crimson scales appeared on his skin, a faint flame coating the surface of the scales, blazing fiercely. Fire was an unstoppable enemy of plants, and even a mythical beast could not escape the restraint of its species.

The heavy force of the silver whip suddenly weakened by seven or eight points after passing through the flames. When it hit the scales again with a bang, the man could only frown slightly, but he did not even take a step back.

He held Miaomiao tightly in his hands, unwilling to let go even for a moment.

Miaomiao struggled with all her might in his embrace, but in the end she only managed to turn over, finally no longer facing this person. He immediately looked up, wanting to see who had attacked him, and then saw a head of flaming red hair.

Memories from two years ago came back almost instantly.

A strange boy suddenly broke into the cabin, grabbed his hand and handed the fragment to his man.

And that scorching body temperature that seems to burn everything.

Miaomiao looked at the somewhat strange yet familiar face, then looked up and down at his current height and body shape, and said in disbelief: "Is... it you?"

"How did you get so big?"

The last time they met, they were still children, right?

But now the red-haired boy is not only two heads taller than him, but his whole body is even covered with solid muscles, and he looks like an adult.

It's only been two years?!

Hearing his voice, the young man who had remained unmoved even in the face of the violent attack lowered his head slightly.

His face was stern, and a pair of cold red eyes appeared in the falling shadows.

He remained silent, staring at the child in front of him without blinking, like a dormant beast staring at its marked prey.

He stared at her like this for a long time, and when Miaomiao couldn't help but want to cover her face again, he grabbed her and pressed her to his chest.

A piece of the scales transformed by magic suddenly disappeared, and Miaomiao's face came into close contact with the boy's chest with only a layer of cloth between them.

A burning sensation hit me.

Miaomiao: “…….”

Confirmed, this is me. Exactly the same operation as two years ago.

He likes to hold people in his arms no matter what.

He was trapped in the boy's arms, forced to breathe in the other's scent, feeling that his entire nostril was filled with his smell.

It's not unpleasant, but it's not a fragrance either. Instead, it's a smell that's inexplicably reassuring.

If I had to say it, it would remind me of the rocks that have been covered by thick ash for thousands of years under a dormant volcano.

"You still can't speak?" Miaomiao had calmed down at this moment and even had time to explore something else.

He struggled hard to get a little free space from the iron-like embrace and looked up at him. From this angle, he could only see the boy's pursed chin, the lines of which were sharp and smooth, a very handsome chin.

Since it was him, at least his life would not be in danger - although this young man was strange, he had never shown any murderous intention towards him.

He moved too vigorously, and the boy seemed afraid that the restraint would hurt him, so he slightly relaxed the strength of his arm muscles.

However, Miaomiao soon discovered his retreat, and took advantage of him, grabbing his forearm and asking him questions repeatedly.

"You can't speak, but you can understand me? Do you have a name?"

"You didn't tell me your name last time. What should I call you?"

"If you don't have a name, how about I give you one? I named my bird."

juvenile:"……"

He looked at Miaomiao's eyes that were obviously interested, and thought of the pitch-black, sleek bird and its simple and plain name "Dahei", and fell silent.

If I don't speak up, things might get bad.

Weighing the pros and cons was a simple matter. Without much struggle, the boy remained expressionless. His lips moved slightly, and a hoarse voice uttered, seemingly from not having spoken for a long time: "...Chi."

"what?"

Miaomiao initially thought he was hallucinating.

He looked up and saw Chi's expression before he reacted.

"You can speak, right? Then why did you pretend to be mute and ignore me before?"

Then he said, "Chi...is this your name?"

The red-haired boy nodded and accepted it.

As if because he had already spoken, he felt a little self-deprecating and did not continue to remain silent. He slowly explained: "No, it was intentional."

He just wasn't used to using human vocal cords.

The boy's speech was still awkward and his pronunciation sounded strange, as if speaking was a very difficult thing for him.

As he spoke, he looked at Miaomiao stubbornly, as if he cared a lot about his opinion.

Miaomiao was just saying it casually. He didn't think Chi really wanted to lie to him. After all, it wouldn't do him any good. "I know, I know. I believe you."

Chi nodded, but still a little uneasy, and said in a hoarse voice: "Miaomiao."

His gaze fell on Miaomiao's body and face, sweeping up inch by inch, finally meeting his gaze directly. It was as if he wanted to perfectly match this tone with the person in front of him.

"Miaomiao." He repeated the short syllable, lowering his head fondly. His powerful arms wrapped around the child's waist, pressing his head against her neck. His flaming, fluffy red hair fell with the movement, entwining and covering Miaomiao's cool, smooth black hair.

He let out a comfortable sigh from his throat.

"You smell so good."

Miaomiao: “……?”

What kind of fragrance is it and where is it from?

Is he actually a humanoid walking catnip?

Before, the phantom beasts sucked him, and now even people started to suck him.

"I'm not a flower, where does the fragrance come from?" He raised his hand helplessly and randomly plucked the red-haired head in front of him. The feeling was almost the same as stroking Ajin. In comparison, Ajin's tiger hair was rougher and harder.

He asked, "Chi, have you been living in the forest these past two years?"

Two years ago, after Chi escaped, Dahei chased him, but when he returned, he was extremely frustrated and looked so dejected that it was obvious he hadn't found him. Miaomiao had always thought that it was because Chi was too fast and Dahei couldn't catch him, but now she thinks it might be because his concealment magic is too strong. After all, even he didn't notice his approach just now.

Chi nodded and pointed in a direction without hiding anything: "In a cave over there."

Miaomiao looked over and found that it was in the same direction as their cabin.

Thinking of Chi's sudden appearance today, a guess suddenly emerged in my mind.

He opened his eyes in shock: "You haven't been following me secretly, have you?"

Chi nodded again.

As if sensing Miaomiao's emotional fluctuations, he looked up at him in confusion: "Isn't it possible?"

"I want to see you, but I can't get through." Chi pointed to the wooden house.

He was just a new student, and his strength was not strong enough, at least not enough to match those two old men. There was no way he could take Miaomiao away under their noses.

So I had to follow Miaomiao secretly when she went out.

Chi felt that his logic was impeccable.

Miaomiao: "..."

Miaomiao has a headache.

He was just about to explain to Chi some of the rules of human society, such as following and peeping, which could easily be regarded as hostile behavior, when he suddenly heard a dense sound of wind breaking through the air.

What? An attack?

He suddenly looked up, and was pulled by a strong force and stumbled behind the young man, without having time to see anything clearly.

Chi took a step forward, his broad back completely obscuring the slender figure of the black-haired boy, and he looked up into the air with hostility on his face.