Demon King's Repayment - Chapter 19

While doing these things, Yuan Xiang was a little dazed. The scene and time were so familiar. She had raised a puppy when she was a child. It was originally just a stray dog ​​on the side of the road, all dirty. She got him home and personally washed the puppy little by little in the bathroom. When he first arrived at home, he was very irritable, not approachable and was full of resistance to her closeness, but later he became her closest partner and accompanied her through her lonely childhood. Yuan Xiang sighed, wondering if anyone was taking care of him in the villa after she died in that world.

After washing him with several pots of water, Nan He’s hair showed its original color, which turned out to be a very beautiful silvery white. It was a very rare silver wolf. Unfortunately, the silver hair was soaked in water and after being wiped back and forth it became condensed in clusters, exposing large areas of skin underneath.

Nan He was no longer struggling. He laid there motionless, ears hanging low with no sound from his throat. He stared firmly at the corner of the wall, his eyes covered with mist.

Yuan Xiang released the restriction and the wet little wolf slowly curled up without saying a word, his tail looped up and he buried his head in it, seemingly wronged. Yuan Xiang lifted his limp body, placed a clean cushion, touched his head, sat cross-legged beside him and began to recite the Jin Yu spell (Golden arrow) that could promote the healing of the trauma, “Qiang wipes out the excess darkness, profound and mysterious truth’s give light, wonderful sound echo universally, take my troubles…” 

Every time Yuan Xiang chanted a spell, she gently shook the Emperor bell in her hand and it made a crisp sound.

Those spells with peculiar rhythms, accompanied by the sounds of bells, hovered repeatedly around the array.

The little wolf, who was badly wounded, finally closed his eyes a little bit during the chanting.

It got dark early in winter and the lights were turned on at home. The injured little wolf curled up in the gathering circle and slept soundly. His hair was dry and turned into a fluffy silver ball. It made Yuan Xiang want to reach out and touch him countless times.

“Oh, what a beautiful dog. It’s silvery white. So rare.” Yun Niang who came out of the kitchen stopped, “How did it get hurt so badly? Who bullied it?”

“Shiniang, this is a little wolf, not a puppy. I picked it up from the mountain. Be careful, don’t get too close to him, he may bite.”

“It is a wolf?” Yun Niang was a little surprised, “It’s okay, he is just a little. Just look after it and don’t let it eat our chicken.”

Yuan Xiang thought for a while and set a four-pillar heavenly array on the outer circle of the house. No matter how young, this was an aggressive wolf demon. She had to prevent the little wolf from waking up and escaping when she was away, so as to not injure Yun Niang or ordinary people in the town.

The four-pillar heavenly array was arranged and the densely intertwined grid flashed through the air and then disappeared. The little wolf demon sleeping in the center of the array shook his ears nervously.

It was very cold, Yuan Xiang gently wrapped a small blanket around him, then shook the Emperor bell and chanted the spell for him several times before returning to the house to rest.

In his sleep, Nan He heard a strange ringtone all the time.

The clear voice dinged, accompanied by a deep and detailed chanting, spread far away in the dream,

The woman’s chanting voice was ethereal and broad, sometimes far away and sometimes very close. It was like when he was a child  and slept in his mother’s tail, listening to the waves sent by the breeze.

The warm current came from, climbed up along the limbs and got into the painful wounds. The continuous stream that flowed sluggishly eased the pain and the body that had been tortured for years and months finally relaxed. It was rare for him to fall into a soft dream.

Waking up from the dream, Nan He opened his eyes in the night.

He found himself still a prisoner. The sky was completely dark and the courtyard at night was silent.

He looked around vigilantly. The hateful human being left him alone in the canopy.

The wound on his body had been treated with human medicine and the abdomen and legs were wrapped with dry gauze. When Nan He saw the white gauze, he recalled what the human had done to him before he fell asleep. The shame and anger spread all over his skin in an instant.

That human female was simply… shameless.

The ears and tail were the most sensitive parts of the Sirius tribe, where the nerves were dense and led directly to the heart. It was the place Sirius never let others touch easily, except… their closest partner.

The Sirius tribe had only one partner in their lifetime and they were always loyal to each other. Although he was the last Sirius in the world and may never find his partner, his ears and tail must not be touched at will.

Except for his mother, his ears and tail, which have never been touched by the opposite sex since he was a child, had been rubbed all over without hesitation. She even turned his ears up and put her thin fingers into the auricle. 

Nan He’s ears shook as if there still was the burning touch of the woman’s fingers.

Miao: 

jīn zú 1. Metal arrow. [Golden] A branch of ancient medicine refers to a science that specializes in treating war wounds such as knives, guns, and arrows.

Qiang (Qiang ethnic group of northwestern Sichuan. The people adapted practices of taoism.)