65: Crazy Beast King Palm Pet 5

Ever since he could remember, he had fought alone. The struggle for survival in his youth, the bloody battles as he grew, the iron-fisted suppression after ascending the throne… He was used to licking his wounds in solitude, used to using brutality and ferocity to isolate himself from everything that approached.

Never had anyone… never had anyone so naturally offered to do such a thing for him!

And never had anyone looked at him with such gentle eyes, as if he were not a terrifying monster, but merely… an ordinary being who needed care.

A huge, unprecedented warmth suddenly surged through his chest, carrying a scorching temperature that almost melted the layer of ice encasing his heart.

What followed was intense bewilderment and a secret… an expectation he himself was unwilling to admit.

He opened his mouth, but his throat felt blocked, unable to utter any sound.

Complex, unreadable emotions churned in his golden vertical pupils: shock, confusion, a hint of embarrassment, and… a deep, almost overwhelming yearning.

He finally just nodded stiffly, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. He dared not meet Wen Ci’s gentle gaze again, lowering his eyes somewhat flustered, letting them fall on the intricate patterns of the carpet, as if some peerless treasure was hidden there.

Wen Ci said nothing more, simply re-wringing the cloth. The warm, damp cloth once again touched his skin, its touch soft and steady.

She meticulously wiped his broad back and strong arms, avoiding the old, grotesque scars.

The sound of water dripping was particularly clear in the silent tent. The fresh scent of herbs mingled with her faint, clean fragrance, slowly dispelling the smell of blood and dust, and also seeming to cleanse the brutality deep within his soul.

Lie Xiao’s taut body gradually, extremely slowly, relaxed under her touch.

He hung his head, feeling the unprecedented sensation of being treated with such care.

A strange sense of calm, accompanied by an ineffable satisfaction, quietly arose.

He could even hear his wild heart beating in his chest with an unprecedented, steady rhythm.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

Outside the tent, a huge, cold full moon quietly rose to the zenith, its silvery light like frost, casting an ominous glow over the earth.

Lie Xiao’s body suddenly stiffened!

An ineffable sensation of heat erupted without warning from the depths of his bones!

Like countless tiny venomous insects gnawing at his nerves! Familiar, destructive energy began to surge and collide wildly through his limbs, almost breaking through the dam of his reason!

His breathing suddenly became heavy, his body temperature rose sharply, and veins bulged under his skin, writhing like coiled dragons.

His golden vertical pupils, which had just shown a hint of confusion due to Wen Ci’s gentleness, were visibly corroded and covered by a crimson hue!

Berserker Rage! The curse of the full moon, descended once more!

“Ugh… Ah!” A roar, suppressing extreme pain, escaped from his clenched teeth.

He suddenly clutched his head, his knuckles white from the effort, his body trembling violently and uncontrollably, as if enduring the torture of a thousand cuts.

The brutal aura that had just been appeased erupted like volcanic magma, carrying a mad desire to destroy everything!

The air in the royal tent instantly became thick and dangerous, the heavy pressure causing the flame of the tallow lamp to flicker wildly, almost extinguishing.

He suddenly raised his head, his beast-like eyes, now completely crimson, like a flowing sea of blood, stared fixedly, with confusion and pain, at Wen Ci, who was so close!

Violent killing intent and an urge to tear everything apart flickered madly in his eyes.

Run! Run now!

A faint voice screamed in the depths of his chaotic consciousness. He didn’t want to hurt her! He didn’t want this only light to be swallowed by his uncontrolled darkness!

However, just before this violent aura was about to completely overwhelm him and drive him to do something irreversible—

Wen Ci did not run.

She didn’t even take a step back.

Her face remained calm, only her clear eyes were filled with worry and an undeniable determination.

She ignored the terrifying pressure and crimson beast-like eyes that would make even the bravest beast-race warrior tremble, and instead took a step closer, opening her arms. With a tenderness that was almost compassionate, she gently embraced his violently trembling body, which was like an exploding furnace!

Her cheek pressed against his hot, sweaty neck, and her lips moved close to his ear, which was heaving with pain.

Then, that familiar, soft hum, carrying a strange calming power, sounded again.

This time, the song was clearer, more determined, like a nightingale’s cry piercing through a storm, carrying a soul-soothing power that directly entered the depths of his violent, chaotic consciousness:

“Hush… don’t be afraid… don’t be afraid…”

“I’m here…”

“Lie Xiao, look at me… I’m here…”

“It’s okay… breathe with me…”

Her arms encircled him, her body temperature warmed his scorching skin, and her song, like the most resilient silk thread, slowly wrapped around his reason, which was on the verge of breaking.

Lie Xiao’s body was still trembling violently, the violent energy raging within him.

But in his crimson beast-like eyes, which were fixed on her, the insane killing intent to destroy everything showed a hint of stagnation, a hint of wavering, amidst the soothing song and this desperate embrace.

He let out a painful, guttural roar like a beast, his crimson pupils locked onto the fragile yet incredibly resilient figure in his arms, filled with extreme pain, struggle, and an unbelievable confusion.

He used all his strength to squeeze out a few broken and hoarse words from his throat, which was almost consumed by the rage, each word steeped in blood and despair:

“…Wh-…why…?”

“…Not… run…?”

Why? Why didn’t she run when he transformed into the most terrifying monster, when he couldn’t even control himself?

Was she not afraid of being torn apart by him? Was she not afraid… of death?

Wen Ci didn’t answer. She only held him tighter, burying her cheek deeper into his sweaty neck, her humming song never stopping, like the gentlest cage, and also like the strongest harbor, tightly enveloping his restless soul.

“I’m here,” she repeated, her voice soft and firm, “Lie Xiao, I’m here.”

Miraculously, Lie Xiao’s violent energy actually… subsided.

An unprecedented warmth and peace spread throughout his body.