Chapter 127: [Fairy Tale] He Has a Little Gray Wolf (52)

Asi ran swiftly, blood pooling beneath her feet. This couldn’t go on—sooner or later, she would be found. Yet she could not stop moving. Just moments ago, she had caught the scent of a knight at Ryder’s house; if she paused and got caught, death would be the only outcome.

Gan was equally anxious but helpless.

“Asi, if it hurts, bite me again!” Gan urged.

Asi replied gratefully, “Thank you, Gan, but it doesn’t hurt.”

She had just said it hurt moments ago, yet now claimed otherwise. It was truly heartbreaking.

—

Asi’s strength was nearly spent, and she was on the verge of collapse. Struggling, she pressed deeper into the dark forest. Suddenly, a pair of shoes appeared before her, accompanied by a familiar scent. Unable to endure any longer, Asi collapsed to the ground.

“Sister Chaoyun… I hurt so much, my body aches…”

Chaoyun didn’t let Asi fall. She cradled the faint little wolf in her arms, eyes full of sorrow.

“Asi, how could you neglect yourself like this? Where is your little black snake? Is that how he chased you? I was only gone a few days, and you’ve gotten yourself into this state!”

—

With her eyes half closed, Asi drifted into a deep sleep in Chaoyun’s embrace.

Though Chaoyun was a deity, this was Asi’s cycle of reincarnation. That scoundrel in the Upper Abyss had cast a spell across these reincarnation worlds, preventing any divine interference. They could only watch helplessly as Asi endured cycle after cycle.

Just now, Asi was injured, and although Chaoyun could have healed her with a simple spell, this world forbade any magic from gods or demons to intervene. It was infuriating beyond measure.

“Asi, please, you must be alright. Sister will take you to the Wolf Clan now,” Chaoyun said softly, carrying her away.

After Chaoyun left, Gan emerged from behind a tree, his expression tangled with longing and regret as he watched her depart.

—

Harris followed the others away, while Ryder was left behind to continue drinking. Yet he did not drink much. Watching Harris leave, Ryder was about to follow, but Harris uncharacteristically forbade him. Even the person who had come to summon Harris stayed behind to chat with Ryder, as if deliberately delaying.

Suddenly, Ryder’s heart skipped a beat, a dreadful premonition rising within him. He stood abruptly and dashed outside.

“Ryder! You haven’t finished your drink! Don’t leave!” someone called after him.

—

Ryder paid no heed; the ominous feeling grew stronger. “Ryder!” they called again.

Without a word, Ryder vanished from the group, teleporting instantly to his doorstep. The door stood wide open, and a group of people were gathered in his yard.

Just then, Harris arrived.

“Oh? Ryder, you’re back already? I didn’t see you on the road!”

Ryder froze, unwilling to enter as a strong scent of blood filled the air.

“Mrs. Griffin, are you alright?”

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