The wicked female is extremely fierce, but she's pampered by her seven beast husbands.

Chapter 47 Hugs and Sticky Moments
Chongzhen held the luminous grass close to the bedside, while Yu Shaochen carefully cleaned the horribly gruesome wounds.

Looking at the pus that had been cleaned away, Chongzhen couldn't bear it and looked away, muttering softly, "That's terrifying. Your hand is really steady."

Yu Shaochen glanced at him, trying to steady his fingertips, and muttered softly, "I'm scared too."

Chongzhen said with admiration, "You're afraid, but you still dared to do it."

Yu Shaochen looked completely blank: "..."

If he doesn't do it himself, does he expect Chongzhen or Ling Chengen to do it?

He wasn't sure if Ling Chengen could handle it.

But if Chongzhen comes, Su Weihua estimates that once he recovers from his injuries, the first person he'll kill will be him!

"Don't speak, and don't keep shaking your hands while holding the sage."

Yu Shaochen didn't want to argue with Chongzhen about this topic in front of Su Weihua, so he lowered his head and focused on scraping away the rotten flesh bit by bit.

Ling Chengen also stood at the foot of the bed with a tense expression, watching quietly.

Seeing that the wound had been thoroughly cleaned, he handed the antidote that was placed to the side to Yu Shaochen.

Yu Shaochen looked at the viscous, silvery-white liquid in the bamboo cup, picked up a small clump with a clean bamboo stick, and patiently spread it evenly on the uneven red wound.

The silvery-white gelatinous ointment gradually filled in the creases on Su Weihua's face. Where the ointment touched the wound, tiny bubbles slowly rose up, as if they were boiling instantly.

Su Weihua's body suddenly convulsed, startling Chongzhen so much that he almost hit Su Weihua on the head with the light grass in his hand.

Chongzhen quickly placed Guangcao on the bedside table and firmly pressed his shoulders with both hands.

Yu Shaochen placed the bamboo tube where Su Weihua couldn't reach it, and held his head with one hand to prevent him from rubbing off all the ointment on his face.

Ling Chengen held down his legs to prevent him from kicking and thrashing about.

"This won't do, the medicine hasn't been applied yet."

Chongzhen frowned as he watched the veins bulging on Su Weihua's neck, and how her chest and neck were slowly turning red, with more and more sweat pouring out.

It was clear that the antidote was being applied to his face, and he was in considerable pain.

Ling Chengen looked up at Chongzhen and said to him, "Hold his head and prevent him from turning his head and rubbing against something. I'll control his body. Xiaoyu, use vines to fix his hands, feet, and body in place. It will be easier to apply the medicine that way."

Yu Shaochen nodded hurriedly, and You Zhongzhen took over the pressure points. He took out a sesame seed-sized grass seed from the animal skin bag at his waist and casually threw it into the stone basin where the light grass was planted. He used his wood-type ability to make the grass seed grow bigger and bigger, gradually surrounding the entire stone bed.

The vines, like tentacles, quickly bound Su Weihua's struggling legs, arms, and waist, preventing him from struggling any longer.

Ling Chengen released his grip, jumped off the stone bed, wiped the blood off his hands, shook his head, and sighed softly.

Su Weihua's life is indeed very tragic.

If it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to overcome the psychological hurdle alone.

So, from the very beginning, she was prepared for this person to secretly commit suicide when no one was looking.

He really wanted to die, and no one could stop him.

Being able to survive is what truly matters.

Ling Chengen felt that he had held on until now mainly because he was unwilling to give up, and perhaps also because he was worried about others.

Ling Chengen's gaze swept over his gradually reddening white eyes and then fixed on the wound covered with silvery-white ointment.

These silvery-white, flowing pastes, after briefly boiling and bubbling upon contact with the wound, quickly solidify.

Yu Shaochen held his breath and covered the crisscrossing wounds on Su Weihua's nose with the smear. Finally, he finished covering the wounds that extended to the right side of her face before letting out a long sigh of relief and sitting down on the wooden stool behind him, covered in sweat.

He raised his arm to wipe away the sweat that almost got into his eyes, scraped the ointment from the bamboo strip into the bamboo tube, picked up the lid from the stone, and tightened the bamboo cup containing the antidote.

The three of them sat or stood by the stone bed for more than ten minutes until Su Weihua finally calmed down and could finally put their minds at ease.

“It seems the antidote is working.” Chongzhen brought the light grass close to Su Weihua’s left cheek and noticed that the silvery-white ointment on his face had changed color a little. “The toxins of the Xuanlin Snake Lizard are being dissolved little by little by the ointment.”

The silvery-white ointment is gradually turning dark brown.

Yu Shaochen supported himself on his knees, untied the vines binding Su Weihua's body, stretched his stiff neck and sore wrists, and looked up at Ling Chengen, saying, "My lady, I'm going back to rest now. I'm a little tired."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Ling Chengen stepped aside to make way for him, watching his sweaty back as he left the cave.

Chongzhen moved the light grass away from Su Weihua's head and stretched lazily: "Are you sleeping in Xiaoxi's cave again tonight?"

"Otherwise what? Sleep with you?" Ling Chengen rolled his eyes.

Chongzhen grinned, spreading his hands and said, "I don't mind. If you want to sleep with me, it's not impossible."

"You're dreaming," Ling Chengen rolled her eyes at him. "You've made my bed look like a doghouse, and you still have the nerve to laugh?"

Her gaze shifted to her former sleeping spot on the floor.

It no longer belongs to her; it's piled high with the belongings she retrieved from Yaoluo that afternoon.

"I didn't mean to. I got back late this afternoon and had to help with cooking, so I didn't have time to unpack." Chongzhen walked to her pile of luggage, bent down and picked out a very white rabbit fur blanket from the animal skin bag, then turned back and handed it to Ling Chengen. "Is this my dowry?"

"Heh, you seem quite proud of marrying into the family?"

Looking at his open and honest demeanor, Ling Chengen couldn't help but want to laugh.

This fox has an unusually thick skin; it can become familiar with anyone without warning.

Chongzhen moved the luggage to the corner and stuffed the rabbit fur blanket into her arms: "Ordinary male beastmen would naturally be resistant to marrying into another family. But I'm different. This is considered a marriage of convenience for me. After all, you are the young chieftain of the Stone Forest tribe. If we can really become partners, Yaoluo will have a better future."

"People should know their place. You are not my partner yet; you are just a prize in name only!"

Ling Chengen returned the rabbit fur blanket to him, saying, "I have my own blanket, so I don't need your 'dowry.' You should keep it."

Chongzhen sat cross-legged on the straw mat, glanced at the white rabbit fur blanket that had returned to his mat, silently watched Ling Chengen's departing figure, smiled silently, and then spread his arms and fell onto the not-so-soft and not-so-comfortable bed.

"She's quite devoted."

Chongzhen looked up at the rock above and muttered something under his breath.

Su Weihua, who had been lying on the stone bed pretending to be dead, opened her eyes, turned her head and looked weakly at the annoying fox, her face full of despair.

It's so annoying, my head was already throbbing with pain.

This fox was even flirting with a seriously injured patient at his bedside; it was utterly shameless…

"I know you're glaring at me again." Chongzhen put her hands behind her head, then suddenly turned her head and glanced at the ugly man on the stone bed next to her. "I'm practically your savior, and your roommate for the past few days, and you keep rolling your eyes at me. Aren't you annoyed?!"

Su Weihua slowly closed her eyes, really not wanting to deal with this chatterbox.

Chongzhen sat up abruptly, folded the animal skin blanket beside him, and carefully put it into the bundle next to him: "Speaking of which, after you were brought back by Chief Ling, what happened to your luggage and belongings? Were they just left in the Snow Wolf Tribe, to benefit those heartless tribesmen who abused you?"

Su Weihua remained silent.

Even without his response, Chongzhen didn't find the stand-up comedy boring. He continued, "Of the three beastmen in the family, you're the poorest. You don't even have a piece of animal skin to cover your body. It was Chief Ling who gave you the animal skin he hunted himself."

Su Weihua opened her eyes and glanced at him: "Can you...can you shut up!" "No!"

Su Weihua: "..."

As a taciturn snow wolf beastman, if he hadn't been injured, Chongzhen would most likely have been beaten into silence by him.

Right now, there's only one word: Endure!

It's truly a case of a wolf fallen into a rocky forest being bullied by a fox, and a phoenix with its feathers plucked being no better than a chicken.

Su Weihua silently lamented for herself for a while.

He was indeed the poorest of the three spoils.

Before his injury, he had amassed a considerable fortune, but since being imprisoned due to his hidden injury, his savings have likely been divided up by his clansmen.

In fact, after the defeat, his initial plan was to leave everything he had saved to his sister.

My younger sister was born with a weak constitution, had very poor hunting skills, and had not awakened any special abilities.

Moreover, the tribe's shaman had said that she would most likely be unable to conceive in the future.

If you are unable to have children, you may not be able to find a partner in the future.

So he wanted to do everything he could to take care of her as much as possible.

However, the Snow Wolf tribe and the Stone Forest tribe have a long-standing feud. Once he arrives in the Stone Forest, he will no longer be accepted by the Snow Wolf tribe, and he may even have difficulty seeing his own sister again...

He was already in a difficult position.

But before he could make a decision, he was poisoned and his limbs and spine were broken.

Thinking about all this, he almost lost control of his emotions again, but because of his injuries, he could only lie helplessly on the bed like a dead dog.

……

The next morning, just as dawn broke, Ling Chengen entered the cave.

After confirming that Su Weihua's facial wounds were slowly healing, she picked up the short gun hanging on the stone wall, intending to ask Ling Xiao if there was any way to repair them.

Ling Xiao had just woken up and was squatting by the Qingshui Creek, holding a twig with fine, soft leaves, brushing it randomly into his mouth with his eyes closed.

His sleepiness was finally driven away after the stream water splashed on his face. He turned around and saw his eldest daughter waiting behind him.

"Hmm, up so early again?"

Ling Xiao yawned, tossed aside the branch in his hand, and looked at the short gun in her hand, asking in confusion, "Are you going out hunting alone again?"

“No.” Ling Chengen handed him the short gun. “When I came out of the Misty Swamp, I encountered the Frost Shadow Golden Python. After I killed one of the pythons with the short gun, cracks appeared in the metal of the gun tip.”

"Father, is there any way to fix it?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao immediately stopped yawning, took the short spear and examined it in his hand. He nodded and said, "It's not difficult to repair, but the spearhead cracked after killing only one Frost Shadow Golden Python. It seems we still need to reforge it."

"forging?"

Ling Chengen was a little surprised to hear the familiar words. She thought the spearhead was forged, just like the iron pot, which was directly refined using metal-based supernatural abilities.

Seeing her confusion, Ling Xiao then brought up the process of preparing the weapon: "This short gun is the only piece of metal that I selected after asking Lei Sang for some metal materials and then repeatedly testing it with my special ability.

"But I didn't expect it to still fall short."

"Okay, make do with the bone blade for the next couple of days. The tribe isn't hunting these days, so I'll go ask Resang again. This time, I'll definitely prepare a more powerful weapon for you, and even replace the gun barrel with metal."

Ling Chengen was a little frustrated: "But my bone blade also broke and fell into the Misty Swamp. I didn't retrieve it."

Ling Xiao: "..."

The eldest daughter is really amazing, but she also really uses up a lot of weapons!
Yeah, and he's a bit of a useless dad!
"Use mine first," Ling Xiao said, letting her choose one from the cave herself.

This was Ling Chengen's first time stepping into Ling Xiao's cave. As a handsome, single, middle-aged father, Ling Xiao's cave was very clean and tidy.

The bed was very simple, exactly the same as the straw and grass mat bed in her cave.

Ling Chengen sighed inwardly, thinking that the original owner and Ling Xiao truly were father and daughter.

Besides the bed, the rest were wooden and bamboo chests filled with a large amount of tanned furs, which couldn't even fit into four large chests. There were also several tall stacks of animal hides piled on top of the chests.

Then there was a row of stone platforms carved out of the corner for placing things, and various weapons and equipment hanging all over the wall.

Ling Chengen looked up at the weapons and remained silent for a long time: "..."

It has to be said that compared to the battle-hardened Ling Xiao, her weaponry is practically kindergarten level.

The sheer variety of weapons on the wall overwhelmed her, leaving her unsure of which to choose.

Ling Xiao, carrying a short gun, entered the cave. Seeing her staring blankly at the weapons and equipment covering the entire wall, he said somewhat awkwardly, "Well, you're still young. You can slowly collect the weapons that suit you later. It wasn't easy for your father to accumulate this wealth, so don't even think about taking my treasures!"

As he spoke, he took a snow-white bone blade from the corner and threw it into Ling Chengen's arms.

Seeing that his eldest daughter showed no sign of moving, he regretted letting her in to choose.

What if he chooses his favorite weapon?
These were his only hobbies as a widower without a partner.

Ling Chengen pointed to the bow and arrow on the wall, looking very envious, and said, "Father, can I borrow your bow for a couple of days?"

Ling Xiao looked at the bent bow, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, shattered completely.

After a long pause, he closed his eyes, his heart aching as he took down the great bow, handing her the quiver that lay in the corner as well. He earnestly instructed her, "Yes, yes, you're very strong, so be careful when you use it. This is the only good bow your father has; I traded a lot of game for it. Don't break it..."

"And the arrows in this quiver, be sure to collect them after use, there are no extras."

Seeing the pained look on his face, Ling Chengen smiled broadly and said, "Thank you, Father."

She reached out and hugged Ling Xiao, then quickly let go, carrying the large bow and quiver, along with the bone blade in her arms, and happily left Ling Xiao's cave.

Ling Xiao stood there, touching his slightly hot cheeks, the curve of his lips even harder to suppress than an AK.

Ah, a sweet and soft eldest daughter is still the best...

They don't take things for nothing; they even know how to hug and cuddle.

Fine, take it if you want.

At worst, he can secretly gather some prey later and have that old man do it again!
Xiao Xiao's Dad: Sigh, I know you're all jealous that I have a beautiful, capable, and incredibly sweet daughter! But there's nothing I can do, you don't have what I have, and being jealous won't change anything!

P.S.: Just to reiterate.

Although I only update one chapter a day, I always write the equivalent of two chapters' worth of words; there's no slacking off!
Personally, I prefer a plot of around 4,000 words per story, and I generally don't insist on keeping it below 4,000 words; it's usually several hundred words over.

Adding extra chapters will cause the word count to exceed the normal PK test capture.

Therefore, we cannot add more chapters at the moment; it will be possible only after all the rounds of testing are completed.

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