The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

Hiluva was startled, then quickly turned her attention back to Luo Ning.

She saw the red marks on Luo Ning's neck and arms, marks that hadn't completely faded from being rubbed with the animal skin cloth.

"Oh my god, look at you, you look so pathetic. You must be so nervous, your muscles are all stiff." She concluded to herself.

"Don't be afraid, I have a special treatment method."

She put the electric guitar on the bed and sat down, causing the mattress to sink deeply under her weight.

"Natasha's chemotherapy is too outdated, and Lin Ke's physical therapy is too harsh. If you ask me, music therapy is the way to go."

She picked up the sleek black electric guitar and gently plucked the strings. A clear, unamplified metallic sound filled the room.

It wasn't raucous rock music, but rather an unexpected, soothing, and melancholic melody. [System: Specific frequency sound wave detected.]

[System: Analyzing the effects on the host's nervous system... The effects tend towards sedation and empathy.]

As she played, Hiluva moved closer to Lonin. "Come on, little guy, relax."

She wrapped her arms around Luo Ning's small body with an irresistible force, pulling her into her embrace.

Luo Ning's back was instantly pressed against something incredibly soft and warm. He froze completely.

Hiluva had a faint smell of engine oil mixed with some spicy women's perfume and the scent of sweat.

The flavor wasn't sweet at all, but rather possessed a scalding, vibrant life force that brutally overwhelmed his entire sense of smell.

"Did you hear that?" Xilu's smiling voice rang out above his head, the resonance in her chest traveling along her body and directly to Luo Ning's back.

"This is my sister's heartbeat. The heartbeat of rock and roll."

"Follow this rhythm, breathe, yes, just like that... release all that bad energy." She gently pressed Luo Ning's head against her ample bosom.

Even through the thin T-shirt, he could clearly feel the steady and powerful heartbeat.

Chapter 192 The Pawn Being Sought After: Luo Ning

The afternoon sun slanted into the ward, making it a little warmer than in the morning, but it still couldn't dispel the chill that seeped in through the cracks in the window, carrying the scent of the snowfield.

Lingke is performing maintenance on her multi-purpose entrenching tool.

She removed the blade from the spatula and used an oil-soaked soft cloth to wipe away the tiny scratches over and over again, her movements focused and repetitive, as if it were the only important thing in the world.

The strong smell of wood ash in the room had faded considerably, leaving only a faint aftertaste, which mixed with the disinfectant and cold air to create a new, equally unpleasant odor.

The door was pushed open, making quite a commotion this time.

Hilva strode in, carrying an electric guitar without its case, followed by Bronya with her steady steps. "Hey, little Lonning, it's your big sister Hilva here!"

Hiluva's voice was so loud it seemed to shake the ceiling down. She immediately spotted Luo Ning curled up on the bed, along with the filthy wolf skin on his body.

Her brows furrowed.

"What is this? Why is it covered with such a rough thing? What if it rubs your skin raw?" she said, reaching out to tear off the wolf skin.

Luo Ning subconsciously gripped the edge of the wolf skin, shrinking back slightly. Ling Ke, who had been engrossed in wiping the shovel, finally reacted.

She raised her head, her icy blue pupils coldly sweeping over Shiluva.

"Antibacterial." "Huh?"

Hiluva didn't understand.

“There are too many germs in the city,” Ling explained succinctly, then lowered her head and continued her skincare routine, giving off an impression that said, “I’ve said my piece, don’t bother me anymore.”

Hiluva was startled, then quickly turned her attention back to Luo Ning.

She saw the red marks on Luo Ning's neck and arms, marks that hadn't completely faded from being rubbed with the animal skin cloth.

"Oh my god, look at you, you look so pathetic. You must be so nervous, your muscles are all stiff." She concluded to herself.

"Don't be afraid, I have a special treatment method."

She put the electric guitar on the bed and sat down, causing the mattress to sink deeply under her weight.

"Natasha's chemotherapy is too outdated, and Lin Ke's physical therapy is too harsh. If you ask me, music therapy is the way to go."

She picked up the sleek black electric guitar and gently plucked the strings. A clear, unamplified metallic sound filled the room.

It wasn't raucous rock music, but rather an unexpected, soothing, and melancholic melody. [System: Specific frequency sound wave detected.]

[System: Analyzing the effects on the host's nervous system... The effects tend towards sedation and empathy.]

As she played, Hiluva moved closer to Lonin. "Come on, little guy, relax."

She wrapped her arms around Luo Ning's small body with an irresistible force, pulling her into her embrace.

Luo Ning's back was instantly pressed against something incredibly soft and warm. He froze completely.

Hiluva had a faint smell of engine oil mixed with some spicy women's perfume and the scent of sweat.

The flavor wasn't sweet at all, but rather possessed a scalding, vibrant life force that brutally overwhelmed his entire sense of smell.

"Did you hear that?" Xilu's smiling voice rang out above his head, the resonance in her chest traveling along her body and directly to Luo Ning's back.

"This is my sister's heartbeat. The heartbeat of rock and roll."

"Follow this rhythm, breathe, yes, just like that... release all that bad energy." She gently pressed Luo Ning's head against her ample bosom.

Even through the thin T-shirt, he could clearly feel the steady and powerful heartbeat.

thud

The voice seemed to possess a magical power; Luo Ning's own heartbeat, without his awareness, began to align with that frequency. The stiffness in his body melted away, replaced by a softness that filled him with even greater terror.

The heat that Ling had forcibly suppressed with pain stirred again deep within his lower abdomen. Luo Ning tried to struggle, but Xiluwa's arms tightened around him.

It was a pure, unskilled embrace, filled with an older sister's possessiveness and protectiveness. But for Luo Ning now, this protection was nothing short of the most potent poison.

Just as he was about to drown in this warm embrace, a cold voice shattered everything. "Silva, your music therapy will cause his heart rate to become irregular."

Bronya had somehow appeared beside the bed, holding a portable wargame sandbox in her hand.

Hilva reluctantly let go, but still ruffled Lonin's hair. "Alright, alright, Commander Bronya's turn."

Luo Ning finally caught his breath. He quickly pulled the wolf skin tighter around himself, his cheeks burning hot. Bronya ignored her sister's teasing.

She placed the sand tray on the bedside table and looked at Luo Ning. "The chaos of the body stems from the disorder of the mind."

Her voice was flat and straightforward, as if she were reading a report.

"You need to establish a new sense of rules to combat this disorder. Start with the basics."

She opened the sand table, which contained miniature Silver Guard pieces and a terrain model of the upper city of Beloborg. "This is a strategy game. It teaches you logic, prediction, and cost."

She picked up a chess piece belonging to a silver-lacquered officer and handed it to Luo Ning. "Hold it."

Luo Ning hesitated before reaching out his hand.

The moment his fingers touched the cold metal chess piece, Bronya's hand covered it. Her hands weren't large, but her fingers were long and slender, and her palms had thin calluses from years of holding guns; they were very cold. Her movements were precise and restrained, without the slightest unnecessary contact.

She simply wrapped her fingers around Luo Ning's hand, adjusting his grip on the chess pieces.

“Concentrate your power, like this. Every decision you make must be transmitted to the chessboard through it.” Her fingers tightened slightly, an undeniable sense of control spreading from Luo Ning’s arm throughout his body. This was different from Natasha’s seduction, and different from Shiluva’s envelopment.

It was a pure, calm, top-down discipline. It was as if she wasn't teaching him chess, but taming a wild horse. "The sand table," Brunia said, her voice devoid of emotion.

Her other hand moved across the sand table, her fingertips tracing the miniature streets and squares.

“Here, in the administrative district, is the core of power. Your first step should be to control this place, not to act like a wild beast, only concerned with tearing apart the enemy in front of you.”

Her words were loaded with meaning.

Luo Ning felt his thoughts being drawn by her words and actions, and he involuntarily began to consider the layout of the chessboard. The initial heat that had just risen within him gradually subsided in this cold, highly focused mental activity.

But a new, deeper panic gripped him. He felt himself being molded into another shape.

Ling Ke, who had been silent all along, finally put down the entrenching tool in her hand.

She stood up, walked to the foot of the bed, and without looking at anyone, took out a sealed can of fish soup and a small portable heater from her adventure backpack.

She skillfully placed the can on top and lit it.

Soon, a rich, slightly fishy, ​​yet incredibly comforting aroma of fish soup began to fill the room.

This scent, brimming with the essence of wilderness survival, brutally dispelled the perfume left by Sylva and diluted the serious, even austere, atmosphere brought by Bronya.

It's like a declaration.

This declared that a third rule existed within this ward—a primal rule concerning only survival and food. Both Sylva and Bronya stopped moving.

They looked at the silver-haired girl silently heating up the fish soup at the foot of the bed, and then at the child on the bed whose eyes were glazed, face flushed, and who had completely fallen into a daze after being "treated" by them in turn.

He buried himself even deeper into the wolf skin, as if it were the last barrier that could isolate him from everything. Their guitars, their chess pieces, their "care," all eventually became mere exhibits.

This small hospital room has completely become an arena they can no longer control, filled with different smells, different rules, and different forces.

They, along with Natasha, are all players on the field.

The prize that was being fought over was doing everything it could to avoid everyone.

Chapter 193 Lord Hook's Barbaric Visit to the Sick, Luo Ning's Counterattack

The standoff in the room was silenced by the fishy smell of the fish soup.

The scent was primal and domineering, defying all reason, directly announcing its existence. Hiluva, clutching her electric guitar, could barely maintain her smile.

The war game table that Bronya placed on the bedside table also seemed out of place.

Their carefully prepared "treatment" seemed pale and laughable in the face of this simplest of foods.

In that brief silence, the door to the ward was kicked open from the outside. "!"

The door slammed against the wall with a loud thud. "Lord Black Hook has come to visit the sick!"

A clear and assertive voice, accompanied by a small, energetic figure, burst in.

Hook, the leader of the Waist Rat Gang, wore her signature miner's hat and was followed by two scrawny little henchmen. In her hand, she held a snowy gray rabbit that kept kicking, its ears firmly held by her, looking utterly resigned. "Luoning! I heard you're about to die!"

Hook rushed to the bedside in a few strides, threw the rabbit onto the bed, and said, "Here, this is for you, it'll help you recover! I knocked it out myself!"

Both Shiluva and Bronya were caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

Lingke paused in her soup-cooking motion, her icy blue pupils shifting to the trembling rabbit on the blanket before returning to Hook, devoid of any emotion.

Curled up under the wolf pelt, Luo Ning looked at the pitiful rabbit, and a sliver of strength suddenly stirred within his weakened body. He couldn't let this rabbit truly become a "tonic."

“Hook.” His voice was dry and hoarse. “I’m fine, I don’t need to eat it.”

“That won’t do!” Hook said, hands on his hips, with an air of self-righteousness.

“My people say you’ve been worn out by several older women! You need to replenish your energy!” Luo Ning’s head was throbbing.

He patiently spoke in a coaxing tone, like he was talking to a child. "Let it go, and I... I'll play with you."

Hook tilted his head, the flashlight on his miner's helmet blinking as if assessing the deal. "Really? You can't renege!"

"Don't try to back out." "Okay!"

Hook readily grabbed the rabbit, walked to the window, and threw it out. "Deal!"

Having done all this, she turned around and gave Hilva and Bronya a look that said, "This place is now under my control."

“Your treatments are no good, they’re all too weak!” she declared bluntly.

"Now, let's do it the way adults do!"

Hilva and Bronya exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness and frustration in each other's expressions.

Faced with a child who acted completely unpredictably, their methods failed. They tacitly chose to withdraw.

"Then... I'll leave Xiao Luoning to you, Lord Hook."

Hilva picked up her guitar and ruffled Hook's hair before leaving, only to be dodged away by Hook in disgust.

Bronya put away her wargame board and gave Lonin a deep look, her gaze complex, as if she were assessing a weapon that had gone out of control.

The door to the room closed again, and this time it was finally quiet.

Only Lingke's side remained, where the fish soup pot was emitting a soft bubbling sound.