[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 15

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Chapter 101 Dorje's Comfort (Part 1)

What pulled Luo Zhu out of her deep confusion was not the strangely focused gaze of her fellow inmates in the dungeon, nor Dorje's gentle call, but the bone-chilling cold and the agonizing pain of falling.

Even though she was covered with two unusually thick and soft blankets, even though her body had been warmed by hot bath water and massaged by Shakyamuni, when it was her turn to sleep alone, her limbs still gradually cooled down and became cold. The warmth was like a gentle breeze in early spring, giving a faint tenderness, but leaving behind a chilling cold.

The icy cold spread through her body, and the warmth in her lower abdomen slowly solidified, as if she were carrying a lump of ice. The intense cramping pain returned with the icy cold, and a large amount of sticky heat surged out, instantly turning her face pale and causing her to break out in a thin layer of cold sweat.

Shakyamuni was gone, the palace servants were gone, and she was alone in the cell again.

She turned over, facing the dark cell wall, and curled up motionless in the blankets. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip hard, trying to suppress the groans and the urge to roll around.

Shakyamuni, that beast-like man—was it a fleeting fling, a calculated scheme, or perhaps a genuine man's pity for a woman? She no longer had the energy to analyze or ponder it. At this moment, all she could think about was his warm, large hands massaging her lower abdomen. Though rough and cruel, those hands could temporarily melt the coldness in her body and relieve the pain in her lower abdomen.

She also missed the days in Namtso Village, when she slept with Tashi Langtso, his warm hands constantly massaging her lower abdomen, his gentle murmurs of soothing comfort always lingering in her ear, making her experience the most comfortable sexual intercourse of her life.

She still missed the days when Yinni was by her side. No matter how clean she washed, Yinni always carried a faint, wild stench, but its thick fur held an unyielding warmth. In the coldest, darkest of the king's chambers, it would envelop her with its body, its mouth holding her icy fingers, offering all its warmth and comfort.

She didn't know how painful childbirth was, but the relentless cramps in her lower abdomen made her almost bite her lip raw. Her limbs grew increasingly cold and numb, and layers of cold sweat seeped out, carrying away the last vestiges of warmth. Her underwear was damp and cold, clinging to her body, making the pain in her abdomen even more pronounced, as if a cold, sharp knife was churning inside.

In the unbearable, continuous pain, she hated the beastly king. It was because of his torment that her already sensitive body was further chilled, making the pain of menstruation multiply. A faint metallic taste filled her mouth; her lips had been bitten again. A cold, helpless laugh escaped her lips; it seemed that since becoming a slave, her lower lip had hardly ever been unharmed. Gesang Zhuoma returned to Namu'a Village, back to her ancestors and brothers, ending her painful life of slavery. But what about her? How long would she have to endure? Her mind swung between excruciating pain and cold, as if she would never reach the shore.

"Sister, sister, what's wrong?"

A clear, melodious voice suddenly called out beside her, as pure as a stream of melting snow. The voice was close at hand, its soft volume carrying genuine concern.

She slightly opened her eyes, the corner of her tattered sheepskin robe swaying in her somewhat hazy vision. Struggling to lift her eyelids, she saw a kind, innocent, and mischievous face. Naturally upturned eyebrows and a faint smile played on her lips, her large, slightly sunken brown eyes brimming with concern.

It was Dorje, a fellow inmate she'd just met. She grinned at him, but the stiff, weak muscles in her face made the smile look distorted and unsightly.

"It's...okay..." Once the first two days were over, things would get much better.

Dorje's worried expression hadn't faded. He shook his head in disbelief, raising his somewhat dirty, tattered sleeve to gently wipe the cold sweat from Luo Zhu's forehead. His thick lips pouted in dissatisfaction. "Sister lied to me. Your face is whiter than snow, and your forehead is covered in cold sweat, soaking your hair." He paused, biting his lower lip, his large, sun-drenched brown eyes dimming, and said sadly, "I saw Captain Lie bandaging your wound from the haystack. She must have thought my clothes were too dirty, that's why she didn't want me to bandage her."

Cough cough cough—cough cough cough—

As Luo Zhu gasped for breath, she choked on her saliva, her pale cheeks instantly turning bright red, like rouge on snow, tinged with a touch of radiant beauty. Damn it, Shakyamuni Buddha remembered to have the palace servants block the front of the cell, but forgot to block the sides! So… weren't all those intimate moments—bathing, drying hair, applying medicine, tying the sutra cord—exposed?! Exposed is one thing, but why in front of an eleven or twelve-year-old child?

“No…cough cough…no…cough cough…” She hid under the covers, hurriedly shaking her head in denial. Extremely embarrassed and ashamed, she temporarily ignored the pain of her period in her misery and misery.

“Yes! Sister has!” Dorje seemed to have thrown a childish tantrum, pouting and shouting, “Sister just thinks I’m too small! She thinks my clothes are dirty!” Her angry voice suddenly turned to sadness, “I didn’t expect my brother to bully me, and my sister to look down on me too.” A thin layer of transparent water rose in her brown eyes, and her eye sockets also turned slightly red, “I thought…I thought sister and brother were different…” Her voice trembled slightly, exuding a deep sense of grievance and disappointment.

Luo Zhu pursed her lips, wanting to say something but uttering nothing. She had little experience dealing with children and was almost helpless when faced with their stubbornness and grievances. Especially since "injury" and "bandaging" were things children couldn't easily explain, she was even more powerless. She also couldn't muster the courage to give the ancient plateau boy an education on adult female physiology, so she simply pretended to be deaf and dumb and let it go.

Dorje glanced at the silent Luo Zhu with his downcast eyes, then rubbed his eyes hard a few times with the back of his hand. He carefully leaned down, making sure his head was level with Luo Zhu's, and timidly asked, "Sister, are you tired of me? Am I very annoying?"

Luo Zhu endured a sharp pain and looked up in surprise, only to see a pitiful and anxiously adorable face. His ruddy cheeks were stained with a little dirt, and his clear brown eyes were red and swollen, staring intently at her with a mixture of fear and apprehension, as if afraid of being disliked and abandoned.

"My brother always scolds me, always locks me in the dungeon when things don't go my way. I know I annoy him. Even if my sister dislikes me, it's understandable..." His timid voice grew weaker and weaker, until finally it was filled with self-reproach and sorrow.

Luo Zhu's heart suddenly ached. She saw sorrow in a child. If his brother hadn't been so harsh and cruel, so stingy with affection, how could such a bright and cheerful child have become so sensitive, fragile, and timid? Suddenly, she seemed to see her former self in this child, and a feeling of shared suffering arose within her. Back then, she too had stared intently at her parents with such fear and apprehension, hoping they would see her, give her a gentle smile, a loving word, a warm embrace. Unfortunately, she mostly received only indifferent backs.

A gentle smile, loving words, and a warm embrace remain only in a very small, blurry memory, as illusory and fleeting as a reflection in a mirror. Knowing she once possessed them, she can never touch or feel them again.

Chapter 102 Dorje's Comfort (Part Two)

"I don't hate you." She looked into Dorje's eyes, enduring the pain, and slowly said, "Dorje is as warm and sunny as the sun, bright and lovely. How could I hate him?"

"Sister is lying to me!" His dull brown eyes suddenly brightened, shining with the golden light of the sun, but his mouth remained stubbornly defiant.

"I'm not lying to you." She bared her teeth, took a breath, and continued, "I'm really not hurt. Most healthy women bleed once a month, called menstruation. It means a woman is ready to marry and have children; it's a perfectly normal phenomenon." Not wanting to hurt another child's heart, she had to overcome her embarrassment and shame and honestly explain.

"Why does it seem like you're in a lot of pain, sister?" Dorje asked, half-believing, his rough hand landing on her forehead with concern. "Your forehead feels so cool."

A comforting warmth enveloped her forehead. Luo Zhu forced a smile, her eyelashes drooping, her cheeks flushed and hot. She still felt extremely embarrassed and inadequate about educating ancient plateau boys about female physiology. No wonder the teachers back then separated boys and girls to explain physiology and hygiene.

"When bleeding, due to individual differences, some women don't feel pain, some women experience slight lower abdominal pain, and some women experience severe pain. I'm unlucky; I belong to the group that experiences severe pain."

Dorje fell silent, seemingly deep in thought. After a moment, he asked in a very serious, low voice, "How long will the pain last, sister?"

"After the first two days, it won't hurt as much," she murmured, her face burning.

A rough, warm brown finger gently stroked her chapped lips. "Sister, when it hurts, just bite my finger. Don't bite your lips anymore." The warm breath of the sun and grass, carrying the unique freshness of a boy, gently caressed her face. His brown eyes, gazing at her, held the golden warmth of the bright sun, filled with earnest worry and heartache.

She was a twenty-year-old adult, yet she was being worried about, cared for, and pitied by an eleven or twelve-year-old child. They were merely strangers who had met by chance, and their shared suffering had created an instant connection. This boy was about the same age as Deyang from Tashi's family, but his words and actions were noticeably more mature, and he understood how to care for and be considerate of others.

The vast and harsh Tibetan Plateau, besides nurturing ferocious beasts like the Guge King and Shakyamuni, also nurtured beautiful, kind, and compassionate people like Tashi's family and Dorje. The shame and embarrassment faded, replaced by a gentle warmth and an urge to cry.

She reached out from under the covers, took Dorje's fingers that were rubbing his lips, and gave him a genuine, shallow smile: "Okay." Even if Dorje's words were a child's beautiful lie, she was grateful for his comfort and thoughtfulness.

"Sister's hands are so cold!" Dorje exclaimed in surprise, quickly taking her hand in return and rubbing it vigorously.

Dorje looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, but his frame was quite tall, roughly estimated to be close to 1.7 meters. His hands were long and rough, with distinct knuckles, his palms smaller than an adult man's, and his finger bones more slender. The rough palms rubbed against her delicate skin, making it slightly sting, but they were warm, like a natural oven. Feeling cold all over, Luo Zhu couldn't help but crave this little bit of long-lost warmth, and silently let him rub it.

After warming one hand, she automatically extended her other hand. After warming her other hand by rubbing it, she stretched out the first, now-cold hand, repeating this twice. Then, Dorje noticed a problem.

"Can't my sister's body stay warm?"

"Hmm, what an annoying constitution." Luo Zhu hissed, enduring a sharp pain, her spirits dampening.

He tucked his warmed hand under the covers, tilted his head, and thought for a moment. Suddenly, he swiftly pulled off his tattered leather robe, quickly lifted the corner of Luo Zhu's blanket, and slipped under the covers with lightning speed.

"Sister, let me warm you up." Unfazed by the bone-chilling cold, he opened his arms and embraced the curled-up Luo Zhu, holding her tightly in his warm embrace. He looked at her with pure, warm, bright brown eyes, pleading softly.

Luo Zhu stared blankly at the warm thing that had suddenly appeared under the covers and was embracing her, her mind still reeling.

"You—you—" Her tongue seemed tied in knots, unable to utter a complete sentence.

“Sister, I’m naturally not afraid of the cold, you don’t need to worry about me getting cold.” Dorje took over the conversation

without a second thought. “You—you—” Luo Zhu continued to struggle to tie her knots. Eleven or twelve years old isn’t too young, is it? Shouldn’t she avoid suspicion? And isn’t it shameless and immoral to draw heat from a child like this? That’s what she was thinking, but her body seemed to have a conscious will, pressing itself tightly against Dorje, this hot furnace. If she hadn’t been desperately enduring it, her hands and feet would have already lifted Dorje’s tattered hemp clothes and pressed directly against his skin to bake him.

“Sister, you see, I can always do something for you.” A sweet smile of satisfaction spread across Dorje’s lips, his large, warm brown eyes curving into two crescent moons, making him look both innocent and mischievous.
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Luo Zhu was stunned; the refusal that rose in her throat froze. They were already in bed; if she were to refuse again, it would probably hurt Dorje's sensitive and pure heart. The warmth of the warm air against her body also made her reluctant to refuse outright. After a difficult struggle, she finally compromised and gave in. Fine, she would shamelessly exploit a child laborer for once.

"Th...thank you..." she said somewhat embarrassedly, and to avoid appearing too shameless, she quickly added, "If you can't stand my cold, get out of bed immediately, don't catch a chill."

"I won't catch a chill, don't worry, sister," Dorje reassured her with a smile, his hand sliding to her waist, and he took the liberty of unbuttoning her jacket. "Sister, if you're wearing too much, you'll warm up very slowly. Let me take your jacket off for you."

"Okay," Luo Zhu declined without hesitation. What Dorje said was true. In the cold weather, the less you wear in bed, the faster you can accumulate heat. However, for her, wearing thick or thin clothes made little difference. But with a human heater, it was different; wearing light clothes allowed her to absorb heat from others more quickly.

With the jacket off, her silk undergarments were damp and cold, clinging tightly to her back.

Dorje, his brow furrowing slightly as he pulled at his damp, cold silk robe, suggested, "Sister, take off your underwear too. It's soaked through; you'll get sick if you sleep in it."

Luo Zhu's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly shook her head. "No, no, I'm not used to sleeping naked. My underwear will dry in the blankets." She was joking; there was an old saying that boys and girls shouldn't share a bed after the age of seven. She was a modern woman without much feudalistic thinking, and sharing a bed with an eleven or twelve-year-old boy was barely acceptable. To actually embrace naked, even just for warmth, would be quite a challenge.

Seeing Luo Zhu's resolute attitude, Dorje abandoned the idea of removing her underwear, but his hand suddenly slid to her lower abdomen.

"Dorje, what are you doing?" Luo Zhu exclaimed, grabbing his hand in a panic.

"Sister, isn't your lower abdomen hurting? Let me rub it for you, it'll stop hurting then," Dorje replied earnestly. "When I was little, if I fell and hurt myself, Mother would always rub it for me, and sometimes my brother would too."

Luo Zhu seriously suspected that Dorje had been corrupted by Shakyamuni's actions, but the eyes looking at her were so pure, beautiful, kind, and considerate! Was it her... was she thinking too much in a filthy way? Under such innocent gazes, driven by her subconscious desire to escape the pain, her defenses and vigilance crumbled, and she finally let go.

Dorje began to massage her hands properly through the thin silk robe. His hands weren't as large as Shakyamuni's, but they were just as warm and strong. His technique wasn't as skillful as Shakyamuni's, but his clumsiness revealed the earnestness of a child.

"Sister, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore. All the annoying pain has flown away, flown to the snow mountain..." he said softly as he massaged her. The soft, soothing voice drew out, becoming a gentle, melodious tune. Her slightly upturned brown eyes shimmered with a summery golden hue, rippling like spring water—radiant, pure, warm, and bright. All the complexity, darkness, and ugliness vanished, leaving only a flawless, pristine beauty. Those eyes seemed both familiar and distantly strange.

Her limbs slowly warmed, the pain in her lower abdomen gradually subsided, and Luo Zhu's eyelids drooped gently.

Before drifting off to sleep, she suddenly remembered a question she had long neglected:

How had Dorje gotten into her cell?

Chapter 103 Dorje's Comfort (Part 3)

The gentle melody gradually grew louder, the tenderness of humanity slowly fading away, replaced by a mystery seemingly from the depths of the universe, an ethereal quality from the profusion of flowers before the Buddha's lotus throne. Like a supple serpent, peaceful smoke and clouds slowly traversed the dimly lit dungeon, intoxicating the prisoners' minds. Soon, all the eerie gazes cast upon them vanished.

Dorje half-propped himself up and looked at the remaining cells outside the cell door. Heh, they were all asleep on the floor. How rather boring.

In the flickering firelight, a slightly round, brownish-red face smiled warmly, specks of dark gold shimmering in large brown eyes, rippling with layers of bright spring water. Intelligent and cunning, yet between the upturned eyebrows and the corners of the lips, emanated a simple, honest, and endearing childlike charm. Such a smiling face, warm and comforting like the radiant sun, as innocent and endearing as a pure lamb

, held a venomous worm, barely an inch long, perched on the outstretched index finger of this boy who seemed to possess an innate ability to disarm all defenses and draw people in irresistibly. Its head and back were black, its abdomen a dark red, and two dark red antennae on

its menacing head trembled gently. The sunny, adorable boy and the sinister, ugly worm should have been an incongruous and eerie sight, yet the boy's warm, joyful smile made it all seem perfectly natural. It was as if the little worm on his fingertip was merely a beloved pet.

Should he kill these creatures that knew too much? Dorje looked at the worm wriggling on his finger, then at the group of prisoners sleeping soundly opposite him. After pondering for a while, he flicked his index finger gently into the air. The worm instantly arced through the air, silently disappearing into a dark corner.

Well, he'd better be someone who caused no trouble. The prisoners in this dungeon are naturally managed by the utterly loyal Captain Lie. Looking down, he saw the woman, seeking warmth, instinctively curled up in his arms. Her thick, moist lips pursed, then parted into a wide grin, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth.

Back in Guge, upon entering the palace, he heard that a little over a month ago, the First Mastiff Yinni had chosen two mastiff slaves. Not long after the triumphant king defeated Pulan, he kept the two mastiff slaves by his side. These two lowly slaves had gained unparalleled privileges—free access to the king's bedchamber, doctor's consultations, the king personally administering medicine, and the constant service of palace servants. These rumors nearly made his jaw drop, but what he found most unbelievable was that the two mastiff slaves had survived unscathed for over a month alongside the cold-blooded and cruel king.

In the council hall, he only saw one mastiff slave attending to the king. The events that followed confirmed to him that Yinni truly favored a female slave, and the king genuinely cared for her. In the dungeon, he was fortunate enough to witness the inexplicable tenderness and affection displayed by Lie Dui, a being half Buddha and half Asura.

His hand gently covered the small face of the female slave curled up in his arms for warmth; the contrast between her rough, brown skin and her delicate, fair complexion was striking. This female slave had endured over a month by the king's side; her endurance and willpower must have been exceptionally strong and resilient. Strangely, however, her mental strength was weak; she succumbed to the "Charm" spell as soon as it was cast.

A small, oval face, a smooth, full forehead, dark, arched eyebrows, long, thick, curled eyelashes, a straight, gentle nose, full, slightly upturned lips, and a rounded, beautiful chin—her face lacked captivating beauty or alluring charm; it was simply pretty. Like most women he had ever seen, she was dignified and pretty. If there was anything different, it was that her cheeks were too pale, and her lips too chapped. Oh, no, and her eyes—eyes with more black than white, unusually expressive, always revealing her inner joy, anger, sorrow, and fear beyond her carefully suppressed expressions, which he found extremely amusing.

He burrowed under the covers, his hands wandering unruly inside her underwear, kneading and squeezing her naked body. Her flesh was tender, smooth, soft, and supple, still warm to the touch, making him increasingly addicted, wishing he could bite her and devour her whole. He completely understood why the King had covered her in bruises and teeth marks.

Heh, Yin Ni had chosen her, the King had taken a liking to her, and Lie Dui was also taking a liking to her, making him unable to resist developing an interest in her as well.

Good things should be shared, shouldn't they? He wanted to compete with them, to see who would lose interest in this female slave first, and whose interest would last the longest. Hmm, I'd better not compete. Before, no matter what he fancied, his interest was always fleeting, disappearing the fastest. If we really competed, he'd probably lose.

He laid the female slave flat on his back, lying prone on her soft, supple, and incredibly elastic body, inhaling the warm, fragrant scent of her milky skin, and letting out a soft, contented sigh. A woman's body is so comfortable to lie on, and the female slave beneath him was delicate and fleshy, soft and supple, especially comfortable to press against.

He untied the short knots, pulled open her undergarment collar, revealing a large expanse of fair, pink skin, with faint bruises still visible. His eyes curved into a smile, and he pulled down further, instantly revealing two plump breasts that bounced out like little rabbits. The breasts were very full and firm, proudly standing erect even as the female slave lay flat, like two towering snow-capped peaks. Faint bruises marked the surface, yet they did nothing to diminish the delicate smoothness, like a fine cheese veiled in a light pink blush. Each peak was surrounded by a pale pink areola, the central nipple no bigger than a little fingernail, delicate and charming, incredibly adorable and alluring.

Dorje carefully examined these snow-capped peaks, his mouth watering more and more. He only snapped back to reality when he saw goosebumps rise on their skin from the cold.

He pulled the blanket over them, covering them from head to toe. In the darkness, the fragrant, sweet scent of tea mingled with a faint smell of blood, creating a captivating allure that stimulated the wicked desires buried deep within his heart. He covered the two breasts, slowly kneading them. The exquisite feel made him close his eyes, a long, soft sigh escaping his lips.

He gently rubbed and swirled a nipple between his fingers until it hardened and swelled, then opened his mouth and accurately took it in. He licked it lightly with his tongue, as if savoring the most delicious food, then gently nibbled it with his teeth. Like an infant, he kneaded the breast with his hands while suckling vigorously, making soft, sucking sounds.

Mmm, the sweet, tea-like taste was simply wonderful, vividly reminding him of the warm feeling of his mother breastfeeding him. Hmm, the breasts he played with and sucked were smoother, firmer, sweeter, and softer than his mother's, or any other woman he had ever encountered. Dorje was overjoyed by this unexpected discovery. He sucked on one breast, then another, kneading and playing with that one, busy and happy. When he heard the female slave's instinctive, soft moans, his mood was even more joyful and excited than ever before.

He didn't know how long he played with it before finally lifting the covers, letting the cold air cool his sweaty body and forehead. His face, half-upright, was radiant with the satisfaction of a full meal. A fine, glistening layer of sweat glistened on his forehead, dampening a few

strands of his short, thick, dark brown curly hair. His large, brown eyes curved into crescents, shimmering with moisture. His thick lips parted slightly, traces of saliva still lingering at the corners. He tossed his hair and looked down at the female slave's breasts. They were much fuller and firmer than before, appearing quite heavy. The areolas and buds, once a pale pink, had turned a vibrant, luscious red, evenly coated with a layer of translucent moisture, exuding a seductive and alluring charm.

The shimmering moisture danced and shimmered in his brown eyes. He extended his tongue, licking and swirling it back and forth on the two bright red buds, until he heard another soft moan from the female slave's throat, before finally stopping, seemingly unsatisfied. He reached out and wiped the saliva from Luo Zhu's breasts, lingeringly squeezing them a couple of times before finally reluctantly pulling back the slave girl's wide-open collar and tying the ropes back on.

He lay on top of Luo Zhu, gently rubbing against her, savoring the strange comfort. He cupped Luo Zhu's face, flushed with instinctive passion, in his hands and chuckled, "Sister's face isn't deathly pale anymore." He leaned in and kissed her twice, his lips close to Luo Zhu's ear, whispering, "Sister, your moans are so soft and wanton, are you dreaming of men raping and caressing you?"

After speaking, his laughter grew even more cheerful. His fingers traced Luo Zhu's arched black eyebrows and lightly touched her long, curled eyelashes. "Sister, what do you think we should do next? Hmm, let me think about it carefully."

Dorje tilted his head in thought, and the cell fell silent for a moment before his cheerful and bright laughter returned.

Chapter 104 Dorje vs. Silver Lion

"By the way, sister, let me change your bandages. Look, so much time has passed since Captain Lie started bandaging your wound, the bandages must be soaked with menstrual blood by now, and you must be feeling very uncomfortable, right?" His brown eyes smiled warmly at Luo Zhu, who was fast asleep due to the "charm." "Sister, I'll count to five, and if you don't want to, just tell me quickly."

"One, two, three—" With each count, he held up a finger, "Four, five—" He drew out the last "five," waving his outstretched right hand at Luo Zhu. "Since you didn't refuse, not even frowning, that means you readily agreed. Sister, don't worry, I'll definitely do a better job than Captain Lie."

He completely ignored Luo Zhu's sleep, talking to himself with great enthusiasm. She quickly crawled out of bed and carefully tucked the blankets in. He found the wooden boxes lined up beside the bed, opened the lid, and took out a long, white cotton strip. He pinched the edge of the strip, turned to look at the sleeping Luo Zhu, and lightly tapped her slightly upturned lips with his finger.

"Sister, Captain Lie really cares about you. He even prepared the finest soft cotton menstrual belt used by the noble ladies of Boba. Hehe, my interest in you has grown even stronger."

He crouched at the bottom of the bed and slowly lifted the covers. Touching the cold air, the female slave inside reflexively shrank her legs. He stared intently, his amusement deepening.

This female slave was a restless sleeper; menstrual blood leaked from the edge, staining her white silk trousers with crimson flowers, and even staining the bedding beneath her with dark red spots.

He deftly unbuckled her belt, about to pull down her silk trousers, when his movements suddenly stopped, his entire body instantly on high alert. His intuition told him a terrifying danger was approaching.

He slowly turned his head, and from the dimly lit dungeon passage emerged a robust, silver-gray mastiff, dappled light from the flickering firelight. A pair of calm, deep-set, venomous, and ferocious blue triangular eyes stared coldly at him. The mastiff's muzzle slightly parted, revealing a row of sharp, white teeth. Its steps were silent, its arrogant and fierce posture and expression like that of a king surveying his territory.

"Yo, Yin Ni, welcome to visit me in prison," Dorje smiled sweetly at Yin Ni, waving enthusiastically before continuing his work. Heh, what an interesting female slave. Not only Captain Lie, but even Yin Ni has come to visit. Following this logic, it wouldn't be long before the king's order to release the prisoners from the dungeon was issued, and he had to hurry.

The Silver Lion let out a low howl, strode to the cell where Luo Zhu was imprisoned, and snapped its jaws against the corner of the cell door. The thick bars immediately broke, revealing a gap large enough for it to barely squeeze through.

He glanced sideways, praising, "Silver Lion, long time no see, your teeth are still as sharp and powerful as ever." He paused, a malicious sneer playing on his lips, "But didn't you get your fill of biting at the banquet in the council hall yesterday? So you're here today to chew on wood and sharpen your teeth?"

The Silver Lion snorted disdainfully, then squatted down beside him. Just then, he happened to untie Luo Zhu's sash, and a sticky, bright red liquid gushed out, landing just as the sash was about to be removed. A strong, sweet smell of blood assaulted the nostrils, instantly turning the cold, blue, triangular eyes into a frenzied crimson.

"Awooo—"

A deep, resonant howl, filled with excitement, escaped the silver lion's throat. Its thick, silver-gray fur bristled, a string of clear saliva sliding from between its white teeth, and its massive, ferocious head lunged eagerly towards Luo Zhu's wide-open, blood-soaked legs.

"Wait!" Dorje swiftly pulled the blood-soaked bandage from the silver lion's forehead with a "smack," and shouted, "Go lick the blood over there with that bandage in your mouth."

"Awooo—"

The silver lion glared fiercely at him, baring its sharp teeth and revealing its sharp claws, letting out muffled, thunderous howls.

“Look at your eyes, they’re all bloodshot. If you let yourself get close, you might just go berserk and bite her to death.” Facing the Silver Lion’s angry threat, Dorje remained unfazed, glaring back defiantly, and sneered, “Besides, I’ve only just started playing the game, how could I let you tear your plaything apart?”

The Silver Lion paused, its muffled howl gradually ceasing. Its rough red tongue licked the blood-red cotton band hanging in front of its mouth, deftly rolled it up, and then quickly and obediently retreated to the side to squat down.

Hmm, that’s more like it. Dorje nodded in satisfaction, turning to examine and play with the female slave’s lower body more closely, when he suddenly heard a dazed murmur. The female slave’s two blood-stained, pale thighs curled up in fear. Oh no, it

looks like the female slave is about to wake up, what a spoilsport. He couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. Not daring to waste any more time, he quickly tied the clean cotton ribbon around the female slave's neck and helped her put on her silk trousers. Just as he was about to lay down the bedding, the silver lion beside him spat out the sutra ribbon it had been chewing and sucking on, and quickly crawled to lie down at the female slave's feet.

"Tch, what a sycophantic mastiff,"

Dorje scoffed, lifting the corner of the blanket and crawling into bed as well.

He had just finished embracing the female slave as before when the soft, fleshy body in his arms shifted, her long, curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she opened her eyes. Her dark pupils were watery and hazy, like obsidian soaked in mist. She blinked several times before the hazy mist dissipated, becoming clear.

"Sister, did you sleep well?" he asked softly, his hand gently massaging and circling her lower abdomen.

"Mmm, thank you." The soft voice of thanks carried a hint of confusion and hoarseness from just waking up. Luo Zhu felt a warmth spread through her body, the coldness in her lower abdomen dissipated, and the intense cramps transformed into a throbbing ache that was easily overcome. The comfort made her snuggle closer to Dorje like a worm.

"No need to thank me, it's my honor and pride to warm you, sister," Dorje laughed cheerfully, tightening his arms around her, pressing his lean chest closer to her, squeezing and rubbing against her soft, full breasts.

Lost in bliss, Luo Zhu suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. Her hazy mind instantly cleared, and she immediately noticed the strange changes in her body.

Her nipples seemed hard and swollen, and her breasts felt heavy and throbbing. Damn it, every time she menstruated, her mammary glands would gradually proliferate, and her breasts would slowly become swollen, painful, and heavy. Sometimes, her nipples would be so sensitive that even the friction of her clothes couldn't withstand it. This time, it was even worse; not only were they swollen and sensitive, but she was also having erotic dreams. Thinking of the scene in her dream, her cheeks involuntarily flushed slightly. In the dream, a person whose face she couldn't see wantonly licked, sucked, and kneaded her breasts, sending waves of tingling, stinging sensations through her. She was both immersed in that extreme, pleasurable tingling, and slightly trembling at the stinging suction, unable to suppress the soft moans of pleading. Thankfully, thankfully it was just a dream.

Across from her, Dorje's innocent and bright face smiled radiantly, like the pure blue sky after a snowfall. This made Luo Zhu, just waking from her lewd dream, feel extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable, along with a strange sense of shame and guilt for defiling an innocent child.

"Dorje, relax your arms a little, I... I can't breathe." Her cheeks were burning, and she struggled to create some distance between herself and Dorje.

"Okay." Dorje obediently released his arms, looking intently at Luo Zhu with a longing expression. "Sister's body is so soft and fragrant, just like Mother's. I love sleeping with Sister in my arms."

Luo Zhu was slightly lost in thought, her embarrassment and discomfort vanishing instantly. She reached out and stroked the boy's cheek, softly asking, "Do I look like Dorje's mother?"

"Hmm." Dorje nodded firmly, then, as if remembering something, quickly added, "Not entirely. Sister is much younger and prettier than Mother. What I mean by similar is just... just a kind of..." He scratched his head, struggling to find the right words.

"Don't scratch your head, I understand what you mean," Luo Zhu kindly interjected, smiling as she reached out and smoothed his messy, short, curly hair.

"Hehehehe." He chuckled sheepishly, grabbing her chubby hand from his hair, and asked innocently and hopefully, "Sister, if I miss Mother in the future, can I sleep with you again?"

"As long as I'm by your side, that's fine." Luo Zhu didn't know where she would be the next moment, but at this moment she didn't want to disappoint this child who, like her, longed for warmth, and didn't want to see another version of herself go from disappointment to despair. Though she was cold-hearted, by chance, she could sometimes be a warm-hearted and kind person.

"Thank you, sister! Thank you, sister! I'm so happy, so happy! Thank you, sister!" Dorje exclaimed excitedly, pulling her close and hugging her tightly, nuzzling his head against her neck.

The short, coarse, curly hair brushed against her neck, tickling, tingling, and warm, making Luo Zhu giggle.

"Aww—"

A familiar, deep howl came from under the covers at her feet. She froze, stretching her legs down to touch the thick, coarse fur. Warmth, no less than Dorje's, immediately enveloped her feet. A surge of warmth filled her heart, and she asked in surprise, "Is...is it Yin Ni!?"

"Aww—"

The warm, rough, supple fur licked her instep, reaching deep into her heart, and tears streamed down her face without warning. She hugged Dorje tightly, crying and cursing, "You stinky silver lion, why the hell did you abandon me last night? Waaah, I thought I wouldn't survive this time, waaah..."

"Awooo—"

The silver lion howled softly, rustling and wriggling in the blankets, pressing against her back against the upper part of the blankets.

Sensing the faint, warm, and slightly fishy smell coming from behind, Luo Zhu immediately released Dorje. Struggling in his arms, she turned around, hugged the silver lion's strong neck, and cried out against its thick, silver-gray mane.

Chapter 105 The Dog Hole in the Dim Light Dorje

stared in shock at the indulgence and affection in the eyes of the ferocious mastiff, then looked at the small, black back of its head behind him, its cute and innocent features twisting strangely. Its large brown eyes narrowed slightly, and its upturned eyebrows lifted slightly, revealing a vicious and cold glint that vanished in an instant.

This female slave could not only hug the raging captain and wail, but also hug a mastiff and wail. Heh, did she really think a mastiff, being an animal, could be compared to a human? Interesting, truly interesting.

The silver lion slightly raised its chin, its blue triangular eyes half-closed, obediently letting Luo Zhu scratch and rub its neck, wiping away its tears and snot. Deep, low growls continuously escaped its throat, like gentle, comforting whispers.

The crying gradually subsided. Luo Zhu sobbed as she wiped away her tears, slowly stroking the tear-soaked, ruffled fur on the silver lion's neck, her mood gradually calming down. Wailing in Shakya Tashi's arms released the fear and tension of surviving a catastrophe; wailing while hugging the silver lion released long-suppressed grievances and melancholy. After two bouts of wailing, although her body was somewhat tired, she finally felt refreshed. Once she had fully composed herself, she turned around, grinned sheepishly at Dorje, and said with a dry laugh, "I'm useless, I've made a fool of myself in front of you."

Dorje shook his head, his smile as warm as the spring sun: "Mother said that when people are sad, they should cry; holding it in is bad for their health. I also want to cry when I'm sad, but I'm a man, and if I cry, my brother will scold me. Sister is a woman, you can cry as you please, without feeling ashamed."

A man? An eleven or twelve-year-old boy can be called a man? What kind of forced, adult-like, and destructive education do children in ancient times receive? Looking at the innocent, bright, and adorable face of the boy before her, Luo Zhu was momentarily speechless and deeply sympathetic, while also feeling an overwhelming sense of感慨: Raising a child like Dorje is the only way to make a woman's pregnancy and childbirth worthwhile! She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy for Dorje's deceased mother, sincerely saying, "Dorje is so considerate; any woman who marries you will be incredibly happy."

"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about!" Dorje growled, the ochre on his bright brown face deepening, his white teeth awkwardly biting his lower lip, embarrassment and shyness rising in his large brown eyes, making him even more endearingly naive.

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm not talking nonsense. Our Dorje isn't that old yet." Luo Zhu patted his flushed face, her dark eyes full of mischievous amusement. Suddenly remembering a question she'd overlooked before falling asleep, she changed the subject, asking curiously, "By the way, Dorje, how did you get here?" Could it be that she also possessed the ability to pick locks like Alan Nima? Did this mean she had a chance to escape the dungeon and flee the palace?

"After Captain Lie left, my sister stayed curled up in bed, not responding no matter how I called her. I was worried about her, so I crawled through the gap in the bars to check on her," Dorje answered calmly.

Crawled through? Luo Zhu turned slightly to the side, glancing at the bars. The wooden bars, as thick as a large bowl, were only fourteen or fifteen centimeters apart. She shifted her gaze and scrutinized the boy before her. How could anyone possibly squeeze through such bars?

"This…can he squeeze through?" she gestured, her face full of surprise and doubt.

"Sister, don't underestimate me. I've practiced Tantric Buddhism since I was little; squeezing through these bars is a piece of cake," Dorje said proudly. "But you must keep this a secret; don't let my brother know."

Was his Tantric practice some kind of martial art, like bone-shrinking techniques? Luo Zhu was astonished. She opened her mouth to ask more, but hesitated for a moment, ultimately deciding against it. Tantric Buddhism, originating from Indian Buddhism, after merging with the original Bon religion of the Tibetan Plateau, has developed over hundreds and thousands of years into various schools and branches, such as the Sakya and Gelug schools. Each branch of Tantric Buddhism involves certain secrets. Having too much curiosity when one's own safety is precarious is not a good thing; it's best not to seek answers to things one doesn't know. The glimmer of hope that had finally appeared in her heart vanished. She was just an ordinary person; she couldn't possibly get out.

"Okay, I'll keep it a secret." She forced a smile and looked at the Silver Lion again. "How did the Silver Lion get in?" A mastiff couldn't possibly have practiced some kind of bone-shrinking esoteric technique, could it?

"Awooo—"

The Silver Lion bared its teeth, its sharp, powerful teeth gleaming coldly in the firelight.

"Silver Lion is its name?" Dorje snuggled closer to Luo Zhu, asking somewhat fearfully, "I heard my sister bark several times just now."

"Yes, it's a very intelligent mastiff." Luo Zhu scratched the Silver Lion's chin, speaking with considerable pride. Although the Silver Lion wasn't hers, and its loyalty wasn't directed at her, and it would obediently abandon her at the Beast King's command, it was still her closest reliance in this ancient plateau.

"Indeed, very clever. It bit through the wooden bars in the corner of the cell and slowly crawled in," Dorje agreed, pointing. "Look, sister, that's the hole."

Luo Zhu looked in the direction he pointed. In the left corner of the cell against the stone wall, in the shadows where the firelight couldn't reach, there was a large, blurry hole, more than a foot in diameter, between the bars—enough for her to crawl in and out freely. This...this...I've searched high and low, and suddenly, there it was, right there in the dim light! Overwhelmed with excitement, she jerked her body up from under the covers, propping herself up with the silver lion's body. Like a hungry wolf discovering meat, her eyes blazed, fixed on the hole, trembling slightly.

It was a hole! It was a hole so close! She finally had a chance to escape! Damn, that silver lion is really something!

"Sister, come in quickly, be careful not to get cold."

But before she could finish being excited, a pair of strong, thin arms wrapped around her from behind, pulled her into the quilt, and covered her up tightly.

Dorje cupped Luozhu's face in his hands, his large brown eyes fixed on her. His honest, adorable face was incongruously serious. "Sister," he said, "don't even think about escaping. Although the cell is unguarded, soldiers are heavily guarding every secret passage and fortress. Any escapee will be executed on the spot. Even if you manage to escape the dungeon by Buddha's grace, it's freezing cold outside, with heavy snow. A woman as weak as you would freeze to death in less than half a day."

Luozhu stared blankly at Dorje's solemn face, the excitement in her eyes fading little by little, her joyful heart sinking. Dorje was absolutely right; she had acted rashly. Winter temperatures in Ali could drop to minus twenty or thirty degrees Celsius. A hasty escape would only hasten her death. Damn it, seeing a dog hole but being unable to crawl through it—how agonizing!

"Dorje, you've misunderstood me. I was just afraid of being in the dungeon, that's why I suddenly went mad. I never thought of escaping." She pulled Dorje's hand down, forcing a smile to hide her unease. Dorje's older brother was probably one of the dungeon supervisors, and she didn't know if Dorje was a loyal subject of the Beast King. In any case,

caution was paramount. "It's good that you didn't think of escaping, sister." Dorje breathed a sigh of relief, his serious face instantly blossoming into a bright smile. "Sister, didn't Captain Lie say that once the king's aura dissipates, he will naturally release you? I estimate it won't be long before the king releases you."

Ha, the Beast King will release her? Luo Zhu curled her lips noncommittally. Dorje must have heard how she offended the Beast King, and yet he still agreed with Shakyamuni's nonsense. She could only say that this was truly childlike naiveté.

"Hmm, I'll wait." She replied lazily, a deep sense of regret still lingering in her chest.

“Sister, don’t be upset. If the king won’t release you, I’ll secretly ask my brother to let you out in a few days,” Dorje said, hugging her and trying to appease her.

“You…you keep your voice down!” Luo Zhu was startled and quickly covered his mouth with her hand. “Releasing prisoners is a serious crime. Do you want to get your brother beheaded?” She turned her head and looked around warily at the prison door, past the silver lion.

“Don’t worry, sister. I’ve already checked. The prisoners here are either unconscious or asleep. Nobody’s paying attention to us.” Dorje smiled and took her hand away from her mouth, rubbing it in his own, complaining, “Sister, look at you. You’ve only been out of bed for a little while, and your hands are already cold again.”

“With you and Yinni here, I won’t be cold.” Luo Zhu also breathed a sigh of relief, but still worriedly reminded him, “Don’t say anything carelessly in the future. If… if I really can’t leave the dungeon, just remember to come and keep me company every few days after you get out.”

To be honest, she was quite tempted by Dorje’s suggestion. Once, she had coldly placed her hopes of escape on the lives of Alanima and Quzhen Meiduo, but that was only because they ignored her advice and insisted on revenge and death. She had only used that method conveniently and felt no guilt or burden in her heart. But facing Dorje, who treated her with the same kindness upon their first meeting and seemed to share a similar plight with her, she couldn't bring herself to take advantage of his kindness and enthusiasm, nor did she want him and his family to suffer undeserved misfortune because of her.

Chapter 106 It's All Because of Menstruation

"I swear to Buddha, I will definitely fulfill my sister's wish." Dorje looked at her deeply and solemnly promised. The curve of her lips gradually faded, and her expression suddenly became somewhat uneasy. "Sister, I... I want to confess something to you."

"What is it?" Luo Zhu asked casually. There was a heater in front of her and another behind her, which gradually made her feel drowsy and lethargic again.

"I... after I confess, sister... sister, please don't be angry, okay?" He stammered, like a child who had made a mistake, timid and fearful.

"Tell me what it is first." Luo Zhu instantly shook off her sleepiness, opened her eyes wide alertly, and looked him up and down. That face showed fear, guilt, shame, and worry. Could it be that he had done something to betray her?

Her snow-white teeth gently bit her full lower lip, and the color of her ruddy face slowly deepened. Dorje struggled for a while before stammering, "Actually...actually it's nothing. It's just...it's just..." He paused again for a long time, as if he had finally made up his mind, and his speech suddenly became much smoother. "When I saw the silver lion sneak into the cell, I was terrified. I thought it was coming to eat us. But it ignored me and just kept sniffing around the cell with its head down. Its blue eyes gradually turned scarlet, and saliva dripped from its mouth. It looked more and more ferocious and terrifying. I was afraid that it would go berserk and bite us. I was about to hug my sister and hide in a corner when it suddenly pulled back the bottom of the blanket and its big head went straight...straight between my sister's legs. I was almost stunned at the time, but then I immediately realized that it was probably stimulated by the bloody smell on my sister and wanted to devour her flesh."

Listening to Dorje's story, Luo Zhu belatedly realized that her lower body seemed relatively clean, which was almost impossible given that she had been menstruating for several hours without changing her swaddle. A chill ran down her spine, her nerves and body went numb, and a sense of foreboding crept in. She tried to remain calm, saying softly, "Go on."

"I...I was afraid it would bite my sister, so I suppressed my fear, untied her pants, and threw the blood-soaked ribbon to it. While it was sucking the blood from the ribbon, I quickly changed the ribbon for her, just like Captain Lie did, and then helped her put her pants back on." Her clear, bright voice flowed like a babbling brook, filled with panic and shame. Her brown eyes, already lowered in confession, continued, "I don't know if the bloody ribbon satisfied it, but the crimson in its blue eyes faded considerably, and it finally curled up obediently at my sister's feet. Although my heart was at ease, I still didn't dare to put my foot down."

Luo Zhu was completely petrified and bewildered. Damn it, she had only taken a nap, so why did such a bizarre and out-of-control incident happen?

"Sister, please don't glare at me like that, okay? I know I was wrong, but I was really scared by the silver lion. I was afraid it would bite you, so... so... Sister, please don't be angry with me, okay?" Dorje placed her hand on his heart, looking up at her anxiously, his full lips slightly pouting, and tears welling up in his light red eyes. "Sister, if I had known it was so close to you, I wouldn't have been afraid it would bite you, and I wouldn't have changed your strap without your permission. Sister, please forgive me this time, okay?"

She wanted to roar, but when she saw that innocent and adorable face, on the verge of tears, frantically trying to give her a pleading smile, the anger stuck in her chest and she couldn't shout it out. She wanted to cry, but she had already wailed twice, and her emotions were too intense to reach that point.

Strictly speaking, Dorje wasn't wrong; the strong smell of blood could indeed have provoked the silver lion to become ferocious. The little girl, despite her fear of being bitten by the mastiff, treated her menstrual period, trying to save her from a terrible fate. The silver lion visiting her in prison wasn't wrong either; it hadn't expected her to bleed so profusely, thus triggering its primal, bloodthirsty instincts. After a few drinks, it skillfully controlled its bloodthirsty nature, obediently nestling at her feet to provide warmth. Therefore, the only one at fault was her; she shouldn't have menstruated these past two days! From the beast king's palace onwards, all the abnormal and chaotic events were caused by her menstruation!

There's a song called something like, "It's All the Moon's Fault." But what's on her isn't the moon, but her menstruation! A single word makes all the difference! An indescribable sorrow instantly surged like a river, overflowing and devastating.

"I...I'm not angry..."

I'm just too ashamed to face anyone! I'm sorry to you, sorry to your brother, sorry to your deceased mother and father. Leaving aside the fact that Yinni was a wild beast, having a young boy change her menstrual pad—who knows if she'll be condemned to the deepest hell after death for poisoning the flowers of the motherland?

Luo Zhu let out a long sigh of frustration, turned over, and buried her head in the blankets, heartbroken and ashamed.

"Really?" Dorje blinked, his eyes shining brightly, a strange smile curving his lips.

"...More real than pearls."

A muffled, dejected sound came from the thick, soft blankets.

Glug glug—glug glug—

Her stomach, oblivious to her shameful sorrow and dejected dejection, finally broke its silence after a long period of fasting and began to rumble loudly.

Dorje chuckled, nudged her, and said, "Sister, your stomach seems hungry. Mine is a little hungry too. Shall we eat together?" Her sweet, clear voice paused, then continued, "The Silver Lion chewed on one of your bloody stalks, so it doesn't seem very hungry. We don't need to feed it."

Nonsense! Was this some kind of evil spirit specifically sent to humiliate her to death? She wanted to crawl into a hole, touch tofu, or hang herself with noodles! May the heavens strike her down with lightning and kill her! Luo Zhu silently gnawed at the bedding, ignoring her stomach's loud protests, and lay motionless on the bedding, feigning death.

Looking at the female slave feigning death, her curly black hair disheveled, Dorje smiled brightly. His gaze inadvertently met the cold, warning gaze of the silver lion, and his smile became even more innocent and naive.

He reached out and pulled a large silver box wrapped in thick cotton from the side of the bed. He opened the lid; inside was another food box. He opened the lid again; inside was yet another food box. Layer upon layer, until he opened the fifth food box, at which point the aroma of food wafted out, and the food was still warm. Heh, Captain Lie really put a lot of effort into this female slave.

“Sister, have something to eat. Lord Lie left a lot of food.” He gently nudged Luo Zhu, picked up a small piece of warm beef, and held it to her head. “Sister, it’s cold outside. Just eat it under the covers. Turn your head, I’ll feed you.”

Silence answered him. Just as he was about to put the beef in his own mouth, the seemingly dead female slave finally uttered a muffled “Okay.” She

turned her head, buried in the blankets, toward him, her disheveled hair falling behind her. Her delicate face was as radiant and beautiful as the morning sun, the fiery red extending to her soft ears, her graceful neck, and into his eyes.

“Sister, here.” He pretended not to see the blush on her face, considerately offering the beef to her lips.

Her slender, strong, rough fingers were covered in dirt and grime, and stained with some suspicious red scabs. The heat of her burning embarrassment rose even higher. Luo Zhu forced herself not to think about it, forcing herself to remain calm as she swallowed the piece of beef. She said to Dorje, "I need to get dressed. Sit up and eat by yourself."

"Wait a moment, sister," Dorje said, closing the food box and helping her put on her jacket and fur robe.

Soon, Luo Zhu was dressed. Leaning against the furry silver lion, she shared her food with Dorje, who was also dressed in his worn-out fur robe.

What had happened was an unavoidable accident; the silver lion's bloodlust was a beast's instinct, Dorje changing the menstrual belt was an act of kindness, and she absolutely had no sinful intention to harm innocent children. Neither of them was filthy or despicable, so there was nothing to be ashamed of. She chewed the beef forcefully, firmly telling herself this.

The two ate and chatted, Luo Zhu occasionally stuffing a piece of dried meat into the silver lion's mouth, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere in the dark and cold cell. As the meal drew to a close, the sound of footsteps suddenly echoed from the depths of the secret passage.

"Someone's coming!" Dorje tossed the jerky in his mouth and leaped out of bed. "Sister, I'm coming!"

Then, to Luo Zhu's horrified gaze, a series of soft crackling sounds rang out, and his body, like boneless dough, twisted into various bizarre shapes, disappearing in the blink of an eye through a gap in the bars only ten centimeters wide. The instant the hay was placed over him, his face, now restored to its original innocent and adorable appearance, flashed her a bright and mischievous smile.

Was this—

a jellyfish or an octopus? Acrobatics or magic? Reality or illusion?

Luo Zhu rubbed her eyes hard. The bars were intact. In the dark corner of the opposite cell, a pile of hay bulged out. In her own cell, only the silver lion, used as a cushion, remained. The child who had warmed her bed and shared meals with her had truly vanished like air.

Which sect of Tantric Buddhism is Y practicing? Why is it even more fantastical and bizarre than the bone-shrinking technique she knows? Can they teach her? Can she start practicing now?

"Ao Nu, come out, the King wants to see you!"

In her daze, the cell door was opened. Two cold and fierce guards rushed into the cell and stood in front of her, shouting.

She rolled her dull eyes and looked over in surprise and doubt. It was actually the two royal guards who had sent her to the dungeon.

A fairy tale had come to pass! But why did she want to stay in the dungeon now?

Chapter 107 The Changes of the Beast King (Part 1)

Just like when they were escorted here, the two royal guards didn't waste any words. No matter how resistant and fearful her expression was, without waiting for her to crawl out of bed and nod to Yin Ni, they directly wrapped a quilt tightly around her, then lifted her up and left the dungeon, with Yin Ni following behind.

Luo Zhu glanced longingly and sadly at Dorje's cell, closed her eyes, and without a struggle, allowed two strong arms to carry her up and down the dark passageway. She didn't know if she and Dorje would ever see each other again. A sense of desolation welled up in her heart, and she couldn't help but sigh softly. However, more than the sadness of parting, what tormented her was the ferocious beast waiting ahead.

She disliked the dark, sunless dungeon, but she absolutely disliked facing the beast king. Especially after experiencing this series of events, she was even more afraid of being with him. Alan Nima and Quzhen Meiduo, obsessed with revenge, were dead; Gesang Zhuoma, her only companion, was gone; Dorje, who shared her suffering, remained in the dungeon, leaving her alone in the cruel, bloody heart of the palace.

No one would call her Sister Luo Zhu anymore, no one would ask her to take care of her, no one would look at her with worried eyes filled with sorrow, and no one would talk to her anymore, no one would snuggle up to sleep with, warding off the bitter cold. Her world suddenly fell silent again.

She'd been imprisoned in the dungeon in the morning; now it was probably evening. How could the mighty Guge Kingdom be reduced to this? Had that beast's pent-up anger not yet been released, and he planned to take her away and torture her again? Damn, he was utterly inhuman! If she had a choice, she'd rather serve that ferocious beast, Shakyamuni, who harbored unknown intentions towards her, than stay by the beast king's side.

In her trepidation and fear, the guard stopped, and she felt herself being gently set down.

"Your Majesty, the mastiff has been brought." The guard's respectful and solemn voice rang in her ears.

"Get out." The deep, cold, and indifferent tone of those two words made her trembling heart clench, momentarily frozen in place. What kind of torture would this be? Would he kill her in front of her, or let a beast devour her alive? Would he force her to witness torture, or watch him rape a woman? Or… simply rape her to death?

"Yes."

With a slight movement of footsteps, the presence of anyone beside her vanished. A warm, rough, supple blade gently licked her tightly closed eyelids, the warm scent carrying a faint, wild stench wafting towards her, causing her clenched heart to ease slightly.

She couldn't be so dejected, so downcast; she had to seize every opportunity to survive.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes, stretched her arms from under the covers to encircle the silver lion's neck, and slowly sat up. Unsurprisingly, after circling the dungeon, she was back in the Beast King's palace. The

newly replaced crimson cashmere carpet in the palace still featured a roughly four-square-meter black and gold Vajra Eight Treasure Wheel woven in its center, surrounded by nine smaller black and gold Eight Treasure Wheels, the edges woven with intertwined black and gold dragon and auspicious cloud patterns, understated yet eerie. The four golden dragon-carved floor lamps on the walls emitted a soft glow, the petals of the glass lotus cups shimmering and exquisitely beautiful in the light. By the window was a huge bed, at least three meters wide, covered with thick, soft bedding and cushions. In front of the bed was a long, low table piled with things. The murals on the walls and ceiling were vivid, heavy, noble, and solemn, as mysterious and awe-inspiring as ever.

The Beast King sat casually and languidly on a low couch. Aside from a ruby earring on his left earlobe and a skull and sapphire headband in his braid, he wore no other adornments. He wore a snow-white, narrow-sleeved silk shirt and wide-legged trousers, over which lay a dark black brocade fur robe, loosely tied with a wide, crimson satin ribbon. Two snow leopards lay dozing at his feet, elegant, proud, and agile. Six beautiful palace maids surrounded him, carefully attending to his meal.

Everything was so opulent and luxurious, so noble and dazzling. If it weren't for the faint smell of blood in the chilly air, who would know that countless bloody and cruel tragedies had occurred in this palace?

She sat on the floor, subtly and quickly glancing around before gently tightening her grip on the silver lion's arm, silently lowering her eyes.

"You pig, crawl over here."

A faint command came from ahead, devoid of anger or gentleness, the flat tone as dull as a glass of water, yet it made her tense heart pound wildly.

She didn't want to go! She didn't want to go! She didn't want to go!

Every nerve, every muscle in her body was resisting frantically. But her body seemed to have a mind of its own, releasing Yin Ni and crawling inching towards the beast king, fear deeply ingrained in her soul. Obedience was now her only means of survival.

Yin Ni watched the slender figure crawling ahead, its gaze lingering for a moment on the constantly shifting, upturned buttocks before following.

The thick, soft blankets remained behind her; the cold air penetrated the thick clothing, seeping into her skin and bone. Having just left the warm embrace of Duoji and Yin Ni, her body began to grow cold. A chill settled in her lower abdomen, followed by a surge of sticky heat, and the dull pain became more pronounced. Luo Zhu bit her lower lip, tightly sealing her groans of unbearable pain between her teeth.

The palace servants kneeling before the Beast King obediently moved aside, making way for her to crawl. Staring at the Beast King's bronze feet on the carpet, she twitched her lips, suppressing all emotion in her eyes. She slowly crawled over, humbly kneeling beside him as always, keeping the snow leopard company.

The silver lion was guarding behind her; this time, she didn't have to constantly worry about falling to her death. Suddenly, her

body felt light as she was caught and lifted by a pair of strong hands, falling into a warm, broad, and firm embrace in the blink of an eye.

"Good girl."

The Beast King rubbed her head, a faint smile appearing in his deep, cold, and indifferent voice, seemingly quite satisfied with her obedient crawling over.

Her body wasn't thrown off, her neck wasn't twisted, her tongue wasn't choked, her shoulders weren't kicked, and her hair wasn't cut off. Sure enough, she felt much better if she just considered herself an incapable animal.

"Lie dressed you in so many layers, why are your hands still so cold?"

A rough, bronze-colored hand easily enveloped both of her hands, causing her wildly beating heart to clench. Had the Beast King...gone mad?!

"Yinni went to warm your feet, why are they still so cold?"

Her heart clenched even more, as a rough, bronze-colored hand also enveloped both of her feet. The cold skin touching the fiery warmth brought an indescribable comfort. Although she maintained a humble posture with her head bowed and silent, she inwardly cursed her own constitution, so sensitive to cold and thirsty for warmth.

“Oh, right, I almost forgot. Your body turns ice-cold the moment it's separated from warmth,”

Zanbu Zhuodun chuckled, loosening the belt of his fur robe and wrapping her entirely in it. After a day in the dungeon, this boar had reverted to his usual humble, head bowed, silent state. Holding her, he could feel her instinctive resistance and stiffness, as well as her uncontrollable, slight trembling. But neither the resistance nor the slight trembling diminished his finally rising pleasure.

The man's natural warmth emanated through the thin silk, a faint, pungent scent mixed with a strong masculine aura instantly enveloping her, like silken threads wrapping around her, completely binding her struggling limbs, melting away the coldness of her body, yet also almost suffocating her.

The Beast King had truly lost his mind!! Otherwise, why would he be holding her so tenderly, like a child? Why did he pull open his robes and tenderly wrap her close in his arms? Why did he use his body heat to dispel her chill? Wasn't he a high and mighty king, unapproachable? Wasn't he always cold and cruel, taking pleasure in tormenting her?

Luo Zhu's heart grew increasingly terrified by the beastly king's erratic behavior. She couldn't imagine what kind of immense and terrifying torment lay hidden behind all this seemingly gentle and doting affection.

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