Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

Wu Li: "?"

Chai Xiaomi smiled gently at him, her beautiful eyes crinkling into crescents.

She took Wu Li's arm and swayed it gently twice, then tiptoed and rested her chin on his shoulder in a coquettish manner, whispering a very soft sentence through her teeth, so quiet that only the two of them could hear: "I'll explain later."

Given the protagonist Jiang Zhiyu's chivalrous and warm-hearted nature, if he were to learn that his people were being used as medicine by the witchcraft clan, he would most likely turn against them on the spot.

The male protagonist and the villain cannot fall out in the early stages; they must maintain a superficial friendship and have the villain join the protagonist's group for the plot to progress.

On the other hand, Chai Xiaomi also had her own ulterior motives.

If Wu Li is portrayed as a "married man," it will definitely create another obstacle between him and the female lead.

Unbeknownst to Chai Xiaomi, her smug and mischievous expression was clearly seen by Hei Tong.

Wu Li coldly observed her expression for a while.

With a flick of her right shoulder, Chai Xiaomi's face slid down in an instant.

Chai Xiaomi rubbed her sore chin sheepishly.

Wu Li, expressionless, twitched the corners of his mouth and slowly uttered two words from his pale pink lips.

She could read his lips.

He was saying—he was courting death.

Despite this, Wu Li neither broke free from the arm that was encircling her nor exposed her words.

So Chai Xiaomi became bolder and turned to Jiang Zhiyu to explain, "Sorry, he's not in a good mood right now."

"Are you... really husband and wife?" Jiang Zhiyu was clearly skeptical.

Not only was the boy indifferent, but more importantly, he was a member of the Wugu tribe. How could the Wugu tribe possibly form a marriage alliance with a different tribe?

Seeing this, Chai Xiaomi switched to a husky voice, hugged the boy's arm and kept shaking it: "Husband~ don't be angry anymore, okay? I'll never give you the silent treatment again. Look at your cold face, you're not handsome at all."

"I've already taken the initiative to talk to you, can't you at least give Mimi a way out?"

Wu Li's expression froze: ......

In all his life, he had never seen such a shameless person!

Sensing a hint of unease in the boy's cold demeanor, Chai Xiaomi intensified her attack: "Last night you clearly did beastly things to him, but after you were done having your fun, you immediately changed your attitude. It's truly chilling..."

"Cough, cough." Jiang Zhiyu turned his head away, his face flushed, and coughed twice.

Is this something he should be listening to?

Or rather, should he be here?

However, out of concern for the people of Lingyu Prefecture, he still felt it necessary to find out the truth.

After all, the people of the witchcraft clan are not kind, and what's more, this person in front of them is actually feeding the witchcraft with his own flesh and blood, which is bizarre and strange.

"My husband, you—"

Chai Xiaomi was still rambling on, displaying her superb acting skills, when suddenly she stopped talking.

Very well, she's mute again.

You Tiao silently commented on her outrageous actions: "Host, the villain's neck and ears seem to have turned liver-colored."

Chai Xiaomi sighed, "What an innocent puppy! But how could an innocent puppy end up turning into a crazy bastard who forces love on others? Ugh, just thinking about it is terrifying."

Wu Li subtly curled his knuckles, manipulating the Gu worm in Chai Xiaomi's mouth.

A hint of panic flashed across her alluring eyes.

Fortunately, I told her to shut up in time, otherwise who knows what earth-shattering things she might have said.

It is said that women from the Central Plains are reserved and virtuous, and value their reputation highly, but he doesn't think so.

It's utterly unconventional; they dare to say anything. I don't know if they're truly shameless or if it's due to the influence of a love potion.

He glanced down at Chai Xiaomi.

The latter was blinking her innocent eyes, as if those astonishing words had not come from her own mouth.

Seeing the strange atmosphere, Jiang Zhiyu cleared his throat and said seriously, "If you two are truly husband and wife, could you please tell us how a woman from another tribe could marry into the Wugu tribe?"

He suspected that the innocent young girl had been deceived emotionally.

After all, with that boy's face, he could fool anyone.

Wu Li remained silent, his heterochromatic pupils revealing no emotion.

Chai Xiaomi opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, so she could only tug at Wu Li's sleeve in a hurry.

The young man then spoke calmly, his voice as cold as a spring: "She is mine."

In just five words, the couple neither acknowledged nor denied their marital relationship, yet clearly stated their ownership.

Jiang Zhiyu frowned, deeply puzzled: "Oh? Wasn't it said that the Wugu tribe couldn't intermarry with other tribes?"

Wu Li didn't even lift his eyelids: "What's it to you?"

His voice was cold and indifferent, like ice that couldn't melt on a snowy night.

Whether it was her imagination or a sixth sense, Chai Xiaomi sensed a deep-seated hatred in Wu Li's tone.

Chai Xiaomi looked at his face. Although he hid it well, after spending several days together, she gradually became able to understand Wu Li's micro-expressions and discern some clues from them.

This is also thanks to the fact that she had specifically studied this field before.

Logically speaking, the villain hadn't fallen in love with Song Yueyao yet. Even if he had fallen in love at first sight, he wouldn't know that the person in front of him was Jiang Zhiyu, Song Yueyao's childhood sweetheart.

How could hatred arise?

What was originally a pleasant chat was turned into a tense standoff by Wu Li.

Chai Xiaomi frantically tried to wink at him.

But Wu Li didn't even look at her, only staring coldly at Jiang Zhiyu, the Gu worms in her sleeve stirring restlessly.

Just then, Chai Xiaomi had a sudden inspiration. She clutched her stomach, her face turned pale, and squatted down.

Both of them were startled at the same time.

She was covered in cold sweat, her lips were trembling, and she looked like she was in extreme pain.

Jiang Zhiyu instinctively stepped forward: "Xiao Mi, what's wrong?"

Wu Li narrowed his eyes and twitched his fingertips slightly. The mute poison he had used did not have the effect of causing abdominal pain.

Taking advantage of the moment, Chai Xiaomi grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's sleeve and whispered, "It hurts... I... I might be pregnant..."

Jiang Zhiyu: "What?"

Chai Xiaomi looked up at Wu Li, her eyes brimming with tears: "Husband...our child..."

The air was deathly still.

Youtiao screamed in the system space: "Host, are you crazy?! How dare you tell such a lie?!"

Wu Li's expression finally changed completely.

A terrifying storm was raging within those heterochromatic eyes, as if they were about to devour Chai Xiaomi alive at any moment.

But in the end, he simply squatted down slowly, his cold fingertips lifting Chai Xiaomi's chin, and uttered a word slowly and deliberately through clenched teeth:

Say it again.

Chai Xiaomi swallowed hard, forcing herself to continue her act: "I...I missed my period this month...and I suddenly have abdominal pain...could it be...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Li suddenly laughed.

That smile was eerie and dangerous, like a poisoned datura flower.

"Okay," he said softly, his fingers tracing the side of Chai Xiaomi's neck. "If she is truly pregnant, I will take good care of her. If she is not..."

He didn't continue.

But the skin on Chai Xiaomi's neck was already trembling.

As Jiang Zhiyu watched this scene, his doubts deepened.

The way these two interact is really strange; they don't seem like a married couple.

The image is inverted, representing the hunter and the prey.

But the affection in the girl's eyes didn't seem fake.

Just as he was hesitating whether to continue asking questions, a commotion suddenly arose in the distance.