[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 7

Chapter 41 The Dog Slave Called Pig

"Come in."

After venting his anger, Shakyamuni called out to the maids guarding outside.

Six maids, dressed in coarse blue embroidered robes covered with fur, bowed their heads and respectfully entered the room carrying various items. Two maids carefully wiped his body with a cloth soaked in hot water, two maids neatly dressed him, and the other two maids carried the unconscious concubine to the ground and quickly cleaned the filth on the low couch.

The concubine lying on the ground had her legs wide open, and the white fluid flowing out contained traces of crimson; her delicate interior had clearly been injured by the man's roughness and brutality.

In a short while, Shakyamuni was dressed in new clothes. The six maids carried the unconscious concubine and the discarded items, bowing their heads as they filed out.

Luo Zhu withdrew her gaze before the man stepped forward, obediently shrinking into the low couch, half-closing her eyes and resting motionless. Kneeling behind the low couch was Gesang Zhuoma, who was trying to appear calm as she slowly kneaded the tsampa (roasted barley flour) the two

women would eat in a small wooden tub. Shakyamuni Buddha, arms crossed, silently looked down at the two silent female slaves. After a moment, he suddenly chuckled, lowered himself, and sat directly on the low couch where Luo Zhu was reclining.

"Did you really think I didn't see you two whispering? And you even dared to make such an annoying face at me." He reached out and forcefully pulled Luo Zhu into his arms. "Come here, let me touch you."

During his more than ten days of recuperation, Shakyamuni Buddha hadn't laid a hand on her. Was it that his lust hadn't been fully satisfied, or was it the aftereffects of his pent-up desire, that he had started to make a move on her?

Luo Zhu was anxious and panicked, but dared not look him in the eye, only struggling and thrashing silently in his arms. However, her strength, which she thought could even kill a chicken, was as insignificant as an ant trying to shake a tree in front of this man. In the midst of her struggles, the sash of her robe was pulled open, along with the belts of her trousers and underwear. A strong, rough, dark hand forcefully plunged between her legs, roaming and groping wantonly within her delicate flower valley.

No! No! She continued to struggle desperately, filled with fear and regret. If she had known she would be raped by this terrifying beast, she would have preferred to have given herself to Tashi Langtso in the first place; he was a gentle and sincere man worthy of a woman's devotion.

Gesang Zhuoma, watching from behind the low couch, was both shocked and terrified. Seeing Luo Zhu's horrified and desperate eyes, she steeled herself, gritted her teeth, and raised the wooden bucket in her hand, smashing it down on the head of Shakyamuni, who was half-backed.

Shakyamuni, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, deftly dodged the bucket while holding Luo Zhu. With a smooth, semi-circular arc, his long right leg swept across the low couch, sending Gesang Zhuoma, who had fallen heavily onto it due to inertia, flying to the doorway where she landed heavily.

The two soldiers guarding the door immediately rushed in, pinning Gesang Zhuoma's arms behind her back, rendering her immobile.

"Release Sister Luozhu!" Gesang Zhuoma, defiant despite her predicament, raised her bright little face and angrily shouted at Shakyamuni, undaunted by the force of the enemy.

Shakyamuni ignored Gesang Zhuoma's cries, giving the two soldiers a dismissive nod, signaling them to gag her and take her to another room, locking her up.

He looked down at the cunning female slave in his arms, who had suddenly become motionless and as docile as a lamb after he kicked Gesang Zhuoma out, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

“Well done. As long as you’re docile, I won’t torture that slave girl.” Rough fingers traced the delicate petals, then rubbed against the edge of the tightly closed opening. His gruff voice, husky with a seductive allure after lust, said, “Such an inexperienced virgin. After witnessing such intense lovemaking, she didn’t even produce a drop of lust.”

Seeing your beastly, ferocious venting, she was too afraid to even feel any passion. To actually feel anything would be like being possessed by a ghost or taking aphrodisiacs. Not to mention this virgin who had never actually made love with a man, even the mature woman Gesang Zhuoma, who had already been with three men, probably didn’t feel much passion either.

Luo Zhu thought coldly, lowering her head further, her thick, black braids cascading down her shoulders, obscuring most of her small face. She moved her legs slightly; the fingers rubbing between her legs were too rough. Although the pressure was light, it made her dry, delicate flower valley sore and uncomfortable. "Just hurry up and rape me. I've crawled out of hell several times already. I'm not going to be unable to withstand this little bit of rape pain."

Finding she wasn't aroused, Shakyamuni unexpectedly stopped his further assault and defilement. He withdrew his hand from between her legs, lifted her hempen coat, and began kneading her body. As if weighing a pig's belly fat, he muttered with satisfaction, "Not bad, you've gained some weight. These past ten days of good food and drink have finally made up for the weight you lost." His hands stroked her round, smooth waist and abdomen. "Holding you feels much more comfortable than holding you in the Nurilong Ditch."

She just had a constitution that allowed her to easily become plump and rounded, so what? Anyway, her flesh was long on her body but not her face, and her frame was slender and delicate. With a set of clothes, she wouldn't look like a delicate and pretty woman.

Luo Zhu lowered her head, her ten fingers twisting nervously, and said, word by word, "Lord Lie, Captain, Righteous, I, am, not, fat!" A woman's figure cannot be insulted; if anyone dared to mention her fatness, she wouldn't be afraid, even if the King of Heaven himself held a knife to her head.

"I thought you wouldn't say a word today." Shakya Tashi fastened her belt and robe sash, a pleased smile curving his lips. "In the past ten days or so, I've casually mentioned some royal and national secrets unknown to outsiders. Although you always kept your head down and didn't say much, your reaction tells me that you are indeed not a spy sent by foreign enemies." Damn

that treacherous beast! That dead man! That stinking man! He's been suspecting her, testing her, observing her all along! It turns out that she, who seemed lucky enough to receive national treasure treatment, had a deadly knife hanging over her head at any moment! Nonsense. The pie falling from the sky really does contain poison.

"The King will arrive in the capital the day after tomorrow, and you, his lackey, should get to work. As for me, Lie Shakya Tashi, as the captain of the royal Black Cavalry, it's impossible for me to keep a suspicious slave of unknown origin by the King's side."

His chin was gripped tightly by rough, dark fingers, forced upwards to meet the rugged, cruel face, and those piercing, cold, and sharp, murderous eyes.

The thin braid covering his face was gently parted, revealing a small face that had recovered from its redness and swelling, without peeling. His skin was fair and delicate, like fine cheese, with a faint blush on his cheeks. His eyebrows were like a crescent moon, curved and black. His eyes were large and bright, mostly black with little white, incredibly lively and expressive. His nose was straight and delicate, and his lips, neither too big nor too small, formed two beautiful arcs. His upper lip was slightly upturned, and his two slightly thick, pink lips were as soft and moist as flower petals, tempting to be licked.

Her features weren't as striking and beautiful as the noblewoman of the Boba tribe, nor as delicate and graceful as the Han noblewoman; her speech and manners weren't as spirited and proud as the Boba noblewoman, nor as serene and elegant as the Han noblewoman. She was delicate and radiant, fragile yet strong, timid yet brave, cunning yet cowardly. She was like a colorful Gesang flower blooming on the grassland, yet also like a vigilant little mouse, often bringing unexpected joy to those around her. She was also the most interesting plaything he had seen in his twenty-six years, making him quite fond of her, and he didn't want her to die so soon at the king's hands.

“I’ll have a servant bring you sunscreen oil mixed with dye tonight. You know how to use it.” He pinched her cheek, a savage glint in his eyes. “Also, the Silver Lion, being the head mastiff, gets the best food of all the mastiffs. You won’t starve if you eat from the same bowl as it.”

Hearing about the oil, Luo Zhu felt a sliver of gratitude, but that vanished instantly upon hearing the latter. It was replaced by a raging fire of anger.

She was human; why should she be reduced to sharing a bowl with animals? And these mastiffs were cannibals; who knew if human flesh might be in the food bowl?

“Remember, you are not human, you are a slave, a mastiff slave even lower than a silver lion.” Shakya Tashi ran his fingers across her brows and eyes. “Besides keeping your true skin hidden, it’s best to also keep your eyes hidden. They speak too well and will ruin all your silence.” His fingers pulled her robe down from her right shoulder, revealing a black, walnut-sized mark of a Muchi royal slave on her smooth, white shoulder. His rough fingertips gently stroked the mark, and he said softly, “I am the captain of the king’s personal guard. As long as you possess this Muchi royal slave mark, I will never rape you.”

Is that so? Luo Zhu stared at him blankly, her tense heart secretly easing a little.

“Your original name was… Luo Zhu?” He pulled her robe up to cover the mark, asking casually.

“Yes,” Luo Zhu replied, her eyes lowered.

"Luo Zhu?" he repeated with a playful tone, releasing her as he stood up, scoffing, "A lowly mastiff slave no longer deserves a real name. From now on, your name is Pig, a little fat pig serving the royal mastiffs." He then threw his head back and laughed heartily, his laughter filled with genuine joy.

Luo Zhu remained silent, head bowed, but her hands, which had been clenched into fists at her sides, trembled slightly. Finally, as the man inside laughed and strode out of the room, she grabbed the wooden bucket Gesang Zhuoma had left on the low couch and hurled it fiercely at the door, her eyes wide with rage.

Damn it, they're not human! Damn it, their whole family are pigs!

She pounded the low couch again and again, tears streaming down her face, thinking, "Damn it, why don't I have the guts to say it out loud?!"

Chapter 42 The Life of a Mastiff Slave (Part 1)

A sudden blizzard howled all night, and Ali's long, cold winter officially arrived without warning.

The next day, the snow stopped, and every corner of the Guge royal city was covered in a thick layer of silver. The bright sun still hung high in the azure sky, but its brilliant rays lost their last trace of warmth in the fierce wind.

The bull-horn horns on the city walls sounded again, their deep, resonant sound circling and soaring above the Guge royal city alongside countless vultures. It proclaimed the victory of the army in the conquest of Purang, and also the triumphant return of the great Guge King Muchi Zanbu Zhuotun.

Almost all the Guge people in the royal city rushed out of their homes, stopped what they were doing, and, undeterred by the cold, knelt devoutly on both sides of the road where the king was to pass. Merchants from all over the country who came to the Guge royal city for trade also followed the local custom and knelt down respectfully with the Guge people.

The Lotus Dharma King Pema Tenzin of Tholing Monastery led a large group of monks out of the monastery to personally welcome the return of the King of Guge. He wore a black and red Dharma hat, a thick reddish-yellow woolen robe, his honey-brown right arm exposed, and bodhi seed rosaries wrapped around his neck and wrists. He sat steadily on a snow-white yak. Silver bells and colorful ribbons were tied to the yak's horns, and a thick, colorful felt woven with the eight auspicious symbols—the parasol, the golden fish, the lotus, etc.—was draped over its back. The road was covered with colorful banners, printed with prayers and blessings for the deceased. Monks in yellow and crimson robes, according to rank, stood on either side of the road, hands clasped, eyes lowered, continuously chanting scriptures, praying for the returning king and for the souls lost in the war. Others, holding various ritual implements, attended the Dharma King, respectfully welcoming his arrival. Still relying on their hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

After entering the territory of the Guge Kingdom, the Guge army returned to their respective cities in batches. Ten thousand royal troops, led by their respective protectors, also stationed themselves in the camps surrounding the royal city. Finally, only one thousand royal guards followed behind the Guge King, receiving the prostrations of the people and the chanting of sutras by the monks.

"Welcome back to the city, Your Majesty." Pema Tenzin sat upright on the back of a yak, his hands clasped in the mudra, bowing to Zanbu Zhuodun who had approached. His eyes were lowered, his countenance gentle and compassionate.

"Thank you for welcoming me, Your Majesty." Zanbu Zhuodun quickly dismounted and returned the greeting with his hands clasped in prayer. At this moment, a protector guru dressed in a thick yellow robe led over a white yak also draped in a thick felt blanket adorned with auspicious symbols. He smiled, leaped onto the yak, and rode alongside Pema Danji toward Toling Monastery.

Before a campaign, the king would hold a sacrifice at the monastery; after the campaign, the king would also hold a sacrifice and fast for three days.

The highest-ranking king and the Dharma King of Guge Kingdom rode side by side on auspicious white yaks, flanked and followed by thousands of fierce and powerful soldiers and venerable monks practicing the Dharma. What an awe-inspiring and sacred sight this was! The people kneeling on the ground felt both reverence and fear, and were so devout that they dared not move an inch.

"Dharma King, today's offering is from the royal family of Purang. Are you satisfied?" Zangbu Zhuodun asked softly with a smile.

Pema Danzeng nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the black gold longsword slung across Zangbu Zhuodun's waist. The grayish-white skull embedded in the center of the sixteen-petaled black lotus relief on the scabbard has now turned slightly dark red; the vengeful spirit imprisoned within is the finest offering.

"The skull has changed color; the King's longsword should be released from its slumber," he said with a slight smile, his smile like a spring breeze, like sweet rain, subtly radiating a pure and holy light, silently dispelling and purifying the gloom, ferocity, and bloodlust emanating from the soldiers.

"Thank you, Dharma King," Zanbu Zhuodun said, his eyes slightly narrowed, the intense, bloody aura emanating from him fading considerably with Baima Danzeng's smile.

"Your Majesty, about twenty days ago, I sensed someone peering into the soul eye on the longsword during meditation," Baima Danzeng asked casually, his hands resting on his knees in a meditation mudra, his gaze half-lowered. "Have you encountered any strange people?"

Strange people? Zanbu Zhuodun frowned, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head in vain: "No."

Baima Danzeng smiled again, like a snow lotus touched by a gentle breeze. His eyes closed slightly, his voice ethereal and elusive, almost imperceptible: "The one who can glimpse the soul eye of the longsword is very interesting. If Your Majesty finds him, please present this offering to me intact."

"Very well," Zanbu Zhuodun replied indifferently, also closing his eyes and remaining silent.

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King Zanbu Zhuodun of Guge was to hold a three-day fast and purification ceremony at Toling Monastery, but Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma were sent to the palace by Shakya Tashi on the very day he returned to the city.

The Guge king's residence was also divided into a summer palace and a winter palace. The summer palace was built on the ground, while the winter palace was carved into the rock, resembling a cave. Modern research suggests that the winter palace was where the Guge royal family hid from the snowstorms of Ali, and was also the heart of the royal fortress. Corridors connected the various palace areas, and although they were caves inside the mountain, windows were thoughtfully placed where appropriate. On either side are sheer cliffs tens of meters high. Standing by the window, one can gaze at the distant mountains and look down upon the Xiangquan River Valley. The palace rooms without windows are utterly dark; one must light a butter lamp to see anything inside.

The Guge King's pets are two snow leopards named Daxue and Xiaoxue, raised from puppies. The alpha male of the thousands of mastiffs, Yinni, is not a true pet. Originally a wild mastiff from the deep mountains, it was captured by the Guge King during a hunt two years prior and subsequently served in the army. Due to its outstanding performance in all aspects, it is greatly favored by the Guge King and often accompanies him on campaigns and hunts. Normally, the palace is guarded by about ten fierce mastiffs, all elite wild mastiffs brought from the deep mountains by Yinni. These dogs have undergone rigorous training and elimination in harsh environments, making them more than ten times more ferocious than the artificially bred mastiffs in the army, and are also highly favored by the Guge King.

Wherever the King of Guge went, he was always accompanied by two snow leopards and several mastiffs, and even his sleeping quarters were open to these ferocious beasts. However, this time, during the sacrificial rites and fasting at Toling Monastery, he could not bring the snow leopards and mastiffs with him.

Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma's cave dwelling was arranged in the mastiff quarters. Because the current Guge king had an unusual fondness for wild mastiffs, the mastiff quarters were located next to the Winter Palace. Remarkably, a square window, about a foot across, was carved into the south-facing stone wall, approximately 1.6 meters above the floor of the inner room. With this limited light, one could barely see the roughly twenty-square-meter room. The first layer on the floor was thick, dry, soft grass, topped with thick yak hides. On the yak hides were piled black felt mats for the mastiffs to sit and rest on. Palace servants cleaned the mastiff quarters daily, and the mastiffs were also groomed daily, so although the room was filled with the pungent smell of animals, it wasn't nauseating.

Luo Zhu had no complaints about being assigned to the mastiff quarters. Many slaves on the Tibetan Plateau didn't have proper housing. Horse herders rested in the stables, while cattle and sheep herders squatted in the sheds. As mastiff slaves, they naturally stayed with their dogs. Looking at the rooms, they were quite luxurious for slaves: straw, cowhide, felt mats, a large, square cave providing shelter from the wind and rain, snow, and warmth, and a ventilation window. As the king's mastiff slaves, they lived in the palace and, for the sake of appearance, enjoyed the benefit of regular washing to avoid stench. However, this made Luo Zhu both happy and worried. She was happy that she wouldn't become as filthy as a street beggar, but worried that if she accidentally exposed her natural skin, she would be doomed. Judging from Shakyamuni's tone, it seemed the beastly king had a penchant for abusing women with fair skin. To survive, she had to be careful to conceal herself.

Living conditions and washing facilities were relatively minor issues; what truly made her weak-kneed was facing a dozen or so ferocious mastiffs charging at her. Silver-gray, black, white, and brindle, each one was 1.3 or 1.4 meters tall, with massive heads, thick fur, and powerful, muscular builds. Their triangular, slanted eyes were fierce and cold, and their gaping maws were filled with sharp teeth. Among the mastiffs were two robust snow leopards, seemingly elegant and noble, cute as cats, yet their golden-brown eyes held a chilling ferocity.

What had Shakya Tashi said before he left? Something about palace servants being bitten or killed every day. From today onward, the task of cleaning the mastiff kennels and cleaning the dogs' bodies fell to the mastiff slaves.

Chapter 43: The Mastiff Slave's Days (Part Two)

Those were a dozen or so man-eating mastiffs, still retaining their wild instincts! Those were two snow leopards, notorious killers in the animal kingdom! Their gleaming white teeth were no less deadly than swords. Once these beasts pounced, their fragile bodies would be torn to shreds in the blink of an eye. In

the instant the white horse galloped past, Luo Zhu suddenly missed the social security system and commercial insurance of the 21st century. Her job could be considered a high-risk one, either death or permanent disability. In modern times, if one had insurance, a substantial insurance payout could barely support them for life after injury. But here, being injured was tantamount to stepping directly into the gates of hell, a call from the Lord.

Her legs gave way, and she and Gesang Zhuoma collapsed, utterly exhausted, onto the flat ground at the mountaintop, staring intently at the approaching beasts, barely daring to breathe. Beads of sweat poured from their foreheads, almost freezing in the cold wind.

"Awooo—"

A long, muffled howl, and the largest, silver-gray mastiff leading the pack suddenly stopped two meters away from them. The dozen or so mastiffs that followed seemed to hear a command, instantly halting their running. Their throats growled, their upper limbs half-crouched, hind legs slightly bent, poised to pounce and tear at any moment.

The two snow leopards didn't stop, but leisurely strolled out from among the mastiffs, standing one on each side of the silver-gray head mastiff.

The three beasts coldly stared at Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma, motionless. It was as if they were considering where to strike, or perhaps engaging in some deep contemplation.

Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma huddled together, cowering under the three beasts' scrutiny, every cell in their bodies trembling and shrinking. Not far away stood several delicate-faced, tall female palace servants. They seemed accustomed to the perilous standoff between man and beast, each with their heads bowed, silently guarding the enormous food bowl before them like statues, their eyes lifeless and devoid of any vitality.

Luo Zhuo's right hand, gripped more and more painfully by Gesang Zhuoma's pinch, forced her to break free from the terrifying confrontation. A glimpse of Gesang Zhuoma's terrified, frozen face filled her with a chill; the girl's appearance clearly indicated she couldn't be relied upon for survival. She sighed softly. One must have a sense of responsibility; since she had dragged Gesang Zhuoma into being her mastiff slave, she had to be responsible for the girl's life to the end. She

took a deep breath of cold air; the icy chill of snow filled her throat, freezing her spasming stomach and her heart, which felt like it was about to burst.

“Silver…Silver Lion…you…hello…” She fixed her gaze on the silver-gray mastiff directly opposite her, trying to put on a gentle, ingratiating smile and attempt to communicate with it. This mastiff, fresh from the battlefield, exuded a bloodthirsty aura and a ferocious wildness, far more terrifying than the one in Namua Village and Nurilonggou, making her genuinely fearful.

The Silver Lion’s fierce, deep blue eyes flashed as it walked towards her step by step. Its massive head sniffed the left side of her neck, then the right. The warm, slightly fishy, damp scent enveloped her, and Luo Zhu instantly stiffened, her smile freezing, her mind beginning to fog up. She watched blankly as the mastiff lowered its body, sniffing from her boots, then gradually moving over her calves, thighs, groin, and abdomen… After sniffing every part of her body, it circled her and Gesang Zhuoma, then urinated on their boots, howling softly as it backed away.

Next came two snow leopards. They sniffed incessantly at Luo Zhu first, then at Gesang Zhuoma, finally baring their teeth, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth and a long, barbed tongue, and, under the stunned gazes of the two, also urinated on their boots.

“Awooo—” After the snow leopards finished urinating, Yin Ni turned and howled at the dozen or so mastiffs behind it.

The dozen or so mastiffs responded with low growls, then very orderly took turns sniffing Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma, urinating around them.

After the last mastiff finished urinating, a dozen mastiffs and two snow leopards raised their heads and howled to the sky. Their howls were filled with a strange joy and smugness, and the mastiff and leopard eyes that had been fixed on the two slaves became much gentler.

Unfortunately, Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma were frozen in place, their minds blank and completely oblivious. The two snow leopards grabbed them by the back of their collars and dragged them to separate food bowls.

"Awooo—Awooo—" The dozen or so mastiffs howled fiercely at the slaves in front of the food bowls, baring their teeth and pawing at the ground, looking ready to bite.

The slaves turned pale, screamed in terror, and fled in panic, disappearing in an instant, leaving only a pack of wild beasts and two terrified slaves in the open space.

The silver lion howled at Luo Zhu, who remained sitting motionless on the ground. On the other side, the heavy snow roared at Gesang Zhuoma, whose eyes rolled upwards before she suddenly fainted.

"Awooo—" the silver lion howled furiously, and the little snow leopard beside Luo Zhu bared its jaws, extending its right foreleg and slapping her on the back of the head.

Bang—

the unsuspecting Luo Zhu was knocked down by the snow leopard's powerful paw, her face making intimate contact with the bloody yak meat in the feeding bowl. This slap brought her back to reality, her soul seemingly scattered to the winds.

She braced herself against the stone feeding bowl, slowly raising her head, her small, dark brown face smeared with the blood of raw yak meat. Shaking her head to fling the few thin braids that covered her cheeks, she roared in a fit of rage, "That damn guy hit... me..." Her voice suddenly weakened when she saw a beautiful snow leopard's forepaw raised in the air beside her. A stiff, extremely distorted smile forced onto her lips. "Heh, hit me as much as you want, don't hold back, don't—ah—"

Before she could finish her fawning words, a sharp, oppressive pain suddenly shot through her right arm. She looked down and saw her upper arm being held in the jaws of a huge mastiff. With just a little force, the two rows of sharp teeth would say goodbye to her tender arm and torso.

Shakyamuni's words echoed in her mind again: every day, palace slaves were bitten or killed.

No way! She wanted to cry but had no tears, no way to call for help. Glancing at Gesang Zhuoma lying unconscious on the ground, she felt an overwhelming envy. Why had she never been frightened to the point of fainting in her twenty years of life? Why was she so terrified that even a howl was as rare as ascending to heaven?

"Silver... Silver Lion, let... let me go..." she said with a forced smile, shamelessly fawning, "I... I'll serve you your meals." Calm down, she had to calm down. She was a mastiff slave; these beasts had sniffed her repeatedly and urinated on her repeatedly. They should... they should have already claimed her as their possession and wouldn't bite her anymore. Picking up a piece of bloody yak meat from the food bowl, she carefully offered it to Silver Lion's mouth. Thankfully, there were no severed limbs or internal organs in the food bowl.

The silver lion released her arm, not taking the yak meat with its mouth, but strangely taking a piece of blood-stained tsampa from its food bowl and placing it on her kneeling thigh.

"Awooo—" it howled softly at Luo Zhu, gently nudging the frozen tsampa with its mouth.

Luo Zhu froze, unconsciously tossing aside the raw beef, picking up the frozen tsampa, and stupidly asking, "Are you going to make me eat this?" As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to slap herself. She was facing a beast! A beast! Not a human! Not a human!

However, before she could slap herself, the two snow leopards and the group of mastiffs surrounding her suddenly all let out soft howls similar to the silver lion's, their beastly eyes gleaming as they stared at her, even nodding their heads in agreement.

For twenty years, since she was old enough to understand, she had proudly proclaimed herself to possess a shell of space metal and a heart of strong rubber, a super cockroach that could be crushed but never killed. Yet now, holding the ice-hard, blood-stained tsampa, she felt she was about to collapse, unable to bear the weight of life itself. Were these furry, beast-smelling things beasts or monsters?

Under the immense pressure of a dozen pairs of beastly eyes, she stiffly put the tsampa into her mouth. One bite, and the hard, cold texture almost broke her teeth. She dared not spit it out, dared not throw it away, and finally, slowly, bit by bit, she painstakingly swallowed the cold tsampa.

When the last bit of tsampa disappeared from her hand, the eyes of the onlookers gleamed with excitement. The silver lion opened its massive mouth, spitting out a piece of tsampa, coated with the distinctive sticky saliva of a mastiff, into her hand. Warm and soft, it was easy to swallow. If only she weren't afraid of rabies and could ignore the mastiff saliva on the surface of the tsampa.

When did this monstrous mastiff discover her utter inability to eat icy tsampa? Holding the warm, sticky tsampa in her hands, Luo Zhu trembled. To eat or not to eat? This was an extremely serious question concerning her health and even her life.

"Awooo—" As if sensing her hesitation, the silver lion howled fiercely at her, biting her calf, its sharp teeth slowly and steadily applying pressure. Following closely behind, two snow leopards and the other mastiffs all bared their teeth, revealing their ferocious nature. One of the snow leopards even placed its large mouth on the head of the unconscious Gesang Zhuoma, its golden-brown eyes cold and ruthless.

A threat, a blatant threat! Damn, has this world not only changed history, but also become fantastical? Why would a bunch of lowly beasts threaten her, the most intelligent of all beings?! And she, in particular, is a vulnerable group who dares not resist in the slightest.

With trembling hands, Luo Zhu broke the damp tsampa into several small pieces, closed her eyes, and swallowed each piece of tsampa whole, along with humiliation and fear. The slightly fishy, sticky smell caused a spasm in her throat and a painful convulsion in her stomach. She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, trying hard not to vomit up the food she had swallowed.

She was a mastiff slave, a mastiff slave, it was normal for her to eat food from a mastiff's mouth, it was normal. She kept telling herself this, but two crystal tears uncontrollably welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Chapter 044 The Days of a Mastiff Slave (Part 3)

After she finished eating the two pieces of tsampa in the food bowl, a group of wild beasts walked contentedly to their respective food bowls and began to chew heartily.

She ate a piece of icy, crunchy tsampa, then a piece of warm, soft tsampa covered in mastiff saliva. Under the weight of her strong will, the nausea and spasms in her throat finally subsided, and the stomach cramps ended. But her stomach felt incredibly uncomfortable, as if it contained countless wriggling parasites and millions of active rabies bacteria, a chilling yet terrifying turmoil.

Would her stomach soon begin to rot? Would the putrid liquid flow into her internal organs, corroding her entire body from the inside out into countless holes? Or would she one day suddenly become afraid of light, wind, and water, biting wildly like a mad dog?

Damn, time travel was a terrible, risky undertaking, and her luck was just too bad. If she had been wandering around the blank stele beside Wu Zetian's tomb in Xi'an before time travel, she probably could have traveled back to the prosperous Zhou Dynasty. If she were to transmigrate to the Central Plains under the rule of Empress Wu Zetian, she might not become a second Shangguan Wan'er, but at least she wouldn't be reduced to a slave to a Tibetan mastiff. Could it be that her tragic transmigration fate was due to her one-quarter Tibetan blood, thus her transmigration location was predetermined?

In online novels, at least nine out of ten transmigrations are soul transmigrations, and the remaining one, if physically transmigrated, almost always ends up in a beastman society where humans are highly valued. Before, when reading these novels, she thought that since it was all transmigration, it didn't matter much where she ended up. After more than half a year of personal experience, she suddenly realized how vast the difference was.

First, there was the huge difference in the transmigration location. In a beastman society, regardless of gender, as long as she was a pure human, she was a treasure in the beastmen's hands. But in human society, especially in this ancient society transitioning from slavery to serfdom, she was less than a roadside weed.

Next, let's discuss the huge difference between soul transmigration and body transmigration:

In soul transmigration, she might regain a family and relatives; in body transmigration, she's alone from beginning to end.

In soul transmigration, she might grow up again from infancy or childhood, striving to create a second life; in body transmigration, her personality is already fixed, and she can't cultivate a second ability through lifelong learning, basically destined to follow only one path.

In soul transmigration, she can try her luck and make a future in various identities, whether high or low, such as empress, concubine, princess, noblewoman, wealthy young lady, martial arts heroine, modest girl, housewife, courtesan, maid, concubine, weak concubine, foolish abandoned wife, tragic military prostitute, or lowly female slave; in body transmigration, she's an unregistered person in another time and space, with no room for choosing her identity, and if she's unlucky enough to be branded as a mastiff slave.

With a transmigration soul, she might have a space, connections, money, land, and forests, becoming rich and powerful, and turning her life upside down; with a transmigration body, she'd be penniless, belonging to the lowest rung of society.

With a transmigration soul, she might be stunningly beautiful, a femme fatale, even if she transmigrates into a fat pig, there's still hope of becoming a beauty; with a transmigration body, her eyes, nose, mouth, and figure are still the same, and relying on beauty to change her fate is almost hopeless.

In summary, transmigration soul is infinitely superior to transmigration body. No wonder that although transmigration soul results in death and possible transformation and gender change, it remains the mainstream and the ultimate method of transmigration.

Who the hell said "My fate is in my own hands"? Let's bring him here and see. With no power, no ability, no beauty, a knife that can kill someone at any time, what fate can she possibly control? She never even dreamed of becoming a legendary figure or leaving her mark on history. All she wanted was to find a man, a beautiful place to live a cozy, peaceful life—such a simple wish, like farming. But fate seemed determined to deny her. Tragically, she was reduced from a free woman to a lowly slave. Her hopes of escape were dashed by vicious dogs who fought her to the death. To avoid breeding, she had to conceal her only advantage: her fair complexion. To survive, she had to constantly submit to the cruel forces of beasts, refusing to see herself as human, enduring all kinds of pain, humiliation, and fear. Under such dire conditions, how could she possibly control her destiny? How could she possibly achieve the kind of transformation from slave to general that is depicted in novels?

Luo Zhu pursed her lips, sighed heavily in her heart, and forcefully brushed away the chaotic thoughts swirling in her mind. She struggled to pull the unconscious Gesang Zhuoma to her side, letting her upper body rest on her lap. Gently stroking her pale face, she stared blankly at the wild beasts feasting before her.

The lead mastiff, Yinni, and two snow leopards shared a food bowl, while the other mastiffs shared a bowl in groups of three. The large bowls were filled with raw, bloody meat, the meat in the snow leopard and lead mastiff bowls being the most succulent. Tsampa was only found in Yinni's bowl, presumably reserved for her and Gesang Zhuoma, the two mastiff slaves. Of course, as lowly and humble mastiff slaves, without even a proper dwelling, how could they possibly have a separate food bowl? Naturally, they ate from the same bowl as the other mastiffs.

Shakyamuni's words weren't insults; he was merely stating a fact. He wasn't wrong; Yinni's food was indeed the best. If she could sneak a couple of pieces of meat at each meal, her protein intake would definitely meet her body's needs. However, the Guge people were used to eating raw meat, even undercooked meat, which she wasn't used to! Even in a Western restaurant, steaks were always well-done.

After thinking for a moment, she finally reached out and wiped the piece of yak meat that had fallen on the ground clean, putting it in her pouch. The Japanese eat sashimi, Westerners eat rare steak with blood still visible, and the Guge people eat raw meat, yet they all have excellent teeth and are incredibly healthy. She… could too. Not wanting to suffer from malnutrition, she had to force herself to get used to it, even if it was unpleasant. She would learn from the Guge people to air-dry the raw meat before eating it, which would greatly reduce the raw, fishy taste. Glancing at Gesang Zhuoma, and then at the Yinni happily chewing, she quietly reached her right hand into the food bowl.

Just as she touched a piece of meat, her entire hand fell into the mouth of a mastiff. Sharp, bloodied teeth ground lightly against the back of her hand, a vicious, deep blue light flashing as it looked up at her, a series of muffled howls swirling in its throat.

Mastiffs are more protective of their food than ordinary dogs; an untrained mastiff, even one raised from a puppy, can become extremely aggressive and bite its owner—the atrocity of cannibalism is not uncommon in modern society. Moreover, this was a wild mastiff accustomed to eating humans; probably no other creature would dare to snatch food from its mouth before it had finished its meal. From her observation, the two snow leopards beside her, though notorious for their ruthless predation, seemed less ferocious, perhaps due to being domesticated from a young age, and thus showed some restraint and fear in the face of this silver-grey wild mastiff. Her

right hand, gripped in the mastiff's teeth, instantly froze into a stone. Luo Zhu was terrified, wishing she could slap herself. She had been so delusional and confused that she had foolishly reached into the mastiff's food bowl.

"Hungry... I'm afraid I'll be hungry..."

she stammered hoarsely at the last second. She patted Gesang Zhuoma's face with her left hand, then patted her own stomach, pinning all her hopes on the mastiff's extraordinary intelligence.

History changes course, the world is unpredictable. A thoughtful look appeared in the mastiff's triangular, slanted eyes. After a moment, the wild, ferocious light in its eyes slowly faded, and it released her hand, continuing to chew on the yak meat.

This... this meant she was allowed to take its food, right? Luo Zhu bit her lip, mustered her courage, and tentatively waved the yak meat near the mastiff's mouth with her right hand. The mastiff ignored her and didn't bite her, so she withdrew her hand with relief.

As she stuffed the yak meat into her robe pouch, she exhaled a breath she had been holding for a long time, only then noticing that her body was completely damp with cold. Sometime later, darkness fell, and gloomy clouds completely obscured the sun. A cold wind blew, carrying fine snowflakes that stung her face and made her limbs numb with cold.

She quietly watched as the wild beasts finished their meal. About seven or eight mastiffs, led by soldiers, patrolled the palace. Two snow leopards went to the Guge King's bedchamber; as pets, they were given a place to rest beside the low couch in the king's bedchamber, a truly pampered position.

Yinni, the head mastiff, usually enjoyed the privilege of not being on duty. Luozhu, carrying Gesang Zhuoma on her back, followed closely behind it and the other eight mastiffs back to the mastiff enclosure.

The outside light was weak, making the enclosure quite dark. The eight mastiffs chose a spot near the door to lie down and rest. She first placed Gesang Zhuoma in a sheltered corner of the mastiff's enclosure, then pulled out some dry grass from under the cowhide mat and covered her with it, followed by layers of felt mats. Thankfully, it was winter, and the mastiffs were in the process of growing their fur rather than shedding; otherwise, they would have been covered in fur within a day. Next, she took out two pieces of yak meat hidden in her robe pouch and placed them on the window to dry. After doing all this, she slid down against the wall and sat on the floor, feeling utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Looking up, she saw the silver lion that had been quietly observing her, and smiled wryly. A mastiff slave—she was the mastiff's chosen slave. This damned world was truly insane and upside down; a person could actually become a slave to an animal. She had never imagined, even in her wildest dreams, that she would end up like this.

She closed her eyes and lay flat on the cowhide. She was actually freezing cold to the bone and couldn't sleep, but she was too weak to open her eyes to face the miserable and terrifying reality. She needed to conserve her energy so she could face the dark and miserable life of a mastiff slave with even stronger willpower the next morning.

A damp, slightly fishy, warm breath sprayed onto her face, occasionally dripping a string of hot, slightly fishy sap. A rough, hot tongue gently licked her face, wiping away the yak blood stains.

Many animals lick each other to show affection; dogs, in particular, love to wash their faces with saliva. But why did she feel not a pampering affection, but a condescending doting? It was as if… as if she were its pet?! Thinking of the series of actions of a group of wild beasts earlier that day, Luo Zhu's eyes suddenly widened in the darkness.

It is said that mammals are far more intelligent than other animals.

It is said that the smartest dogs, with training, can potentially reach the intellectual level of a five-year-old child.

It's said that a dog, after countless training sessions, could actually bark like "mama."

Humans can keep animals as pets, so why can't animals keep humans as pets? Where did Tarzan come from? Where did wolf children, pig children, bear children, and all sorts of other wild children come from? Is it really just the animals' maternal instincts at work?

As the furry, slightly bloodstained, strong body pressed against her, as her cold hands and feet involuntarily and fearlessly sought warmth in the thick fur, Luo Zhu silently wept. She felt as if she had fallen into a more tragic and miserable situation than a mastiff slave, and she didn't know how to tell Gesang Zhuoma this absurd conjecture.

Turning to look at the happy girl sleeping soundly beside her, oblivious to everything, she silently apologized: Zhuoma, I'm so sorry.

Chapter 45 The Life of a Mastiff Slave (Part 4)

Luo Zhu opened her eyes and happened to see Gesang Zhuoma sitting beside her, eating tsampa.

Seeing that she was awake, Gesang Zhuoma quickly finished her tsampa in a few bites and gave her a pure and surprised smile: "Good morning, Sister Luo Zhu." Her clear voice was like a silver bell, and her beautiful black-red face was clean and bright, like a radiant sunflower.

"Good morning, Zhuoma." Luo Zhu rubbed her still sleepy eyes and subconsciously replied. She smelled a warm, animalistic scent and realized that silver-gray fur almost covered half of her body, and a strong, furry animal paw was draped around her waist. There was a warm, damp breath around her neck, mixed with a faint smell of mutton and blood.

"Awooo—" A low, deep howl sounded in her ear, and her heart trembled, and her mind instantly became much clearer. Turning his head slightly, he saw the large head of the silver lion lying beside him, almost trapping him inside.

"Good morning, Yinni." She quickly forced a smile and reached out to scratch its chin. Whether she was a mastiff slave or a human-shaped pet kept by a mastiff, the biggest crutch she could currently rely on was this mastiff. Even if she was terrified and felt humiliated, she still had to learn to please it. Her fingers scratched obsequiously, her heart filled with a bittersweet feeling. Her original plan was to have a domesticated goat for the winter, but after accepting Zaxi Langcuo, she changed her mind and decided to have a man for the winter. But things don't always go as planned, and now she was having a mastiff for the winter. Comparing three different types of heaters, the man's brand was the best, the goat's brand was second best, and the mastiff's brand was the worst. Apart from the unpleasant smell of a fierce wild animal, it was also extremely dangerous. If she was unlucky enough to encounter a mastiff that got hungry in the middle of the night, its head might just be bitten off in half. Should she continue to steal food from the mastiffs in the future? Suddenly, Luo Zhu felt a pang of unease.

The silver lion let out a low, pleasurable hum, gently tilting its chin back, its deep, calm, fierce triangular eyes half-closed in enjoyment.

Luo Zhu scratched it as she sat up, stretching her stiff body and looking around. The mastiff enclosure was much brighter now, and besides the silver lion, there were no other mastiffs inside. She hadn't expected to sleep through the night while cuddling this high-risk, furry mastiff-brand heater! Wait, shouldn't slaves get up earlier than the roosters? Why hadn't anyone made her go to work by dawn? She looked at Gesang Zhuoma in confusion and asked, "Zhuoma, hasn't the palace steward who oversees the slaves come yet?"

"Sister Luo Zhu, the palace steward came a long time ago. Don't worry, I've already finished all the work," Gesang Zhuoma said with a smile.

Luo Zhu was slightly taken aback, then blushed, touching her nose awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Zhuoma. I was fast asleep, why didn't you wake me?"

"What are you saying, Sister Luo Zhu? Am I only allowed to accept your care and not be able to take care of you?" Gesang Zhuoma pouted, seemingly unhappy, but her long, upturned eyes were full of smiles and deep affection.

Luo Zhu chuckled, scratched her head, and lowered it slightly, somewhat helplessly tidying her disheveled braids.

This sight made Gesang Zhuoma even more amused. The awkward Sister Luo Zhu was so adorable; no wonder Brother Langcuo fell in love with her. It was just a pity... Her lips pursed slightly, and her bright eyes dimmed slightly.

She had been sleeping soundly since yesterday evening and woke up very early. In her drowsy state, she saw the hazy figure of Sister Luo Zhu, restrained by a mastiff and fast asleep beside her, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. It was her fault; she had fainted from fright amidst the howling of a dozen or so wild beasts, leaving Sister Luo Zhu alone to face the terrifying pack. Sister Luo Zhu was just a helpless, vulnerable woman from a foreign land, yet she had to care for her in extreme fear, carrying her to the mastiff barn for a peaceful sleep. She must have been a great philanthropist in her past life to have met Sister Luo Zhu in this one.

Wiping away her tears, two deep, cold eyes suddenly shot over her. She trembled with fear, almost scrambling to her feet and clutching a pile of felt mats and hay covering her as she huddled in a corner.

"Awooo—" A deep, muffled howl echoed from the throat of the lead mastiff, Silver Lion. The eight mastiffs lying down stood up, shook their thick fur, and howled in response.

Light footsteps sounded outside the mastiff quarters. A burly man dressed in the attire of a royal servant appeared in the doorway, carrying a butter lamp with a windproof cover and a cowhide whip in his other hand.

Upon seeing the eight tall, strong, and fierce mastiffs standing at the door, staring at him menacingly, he involuntarily shrank back, gripping the whip tightly, too afraid to swing it. These mastiffs, favored by the king, were all wild mountain dogs, their wild instincts still intact. While a whip could discipline lazy slaves, if the dogs mistook a lashing motion for an attack, he wouldn't stand a chance, even with nine lives. The thought of the palace servants and slaves who had perished at the hands of these mastiffs sent chills down his spine. The voice, which was about to shout, softened considerably. She whispered to Gesang Zhuoma, who was huddled in the corner, "Mastiff slave, get up and clean the mastiff kennel, groom the dogs, and feed them." With that, she placed the lamp by the door and ran off faster than a rabbit.

In the dim light, Gesang Zhuoma clearly saw a powerful, silver-gray mastiff surrounding Luo Zhu's sister with an absolutely domineering posture. Luo Zhu's sister, fearlessly, had her hands and feet inside the mastiff's thick, silver-gray fur, and the massive, imposing head, exuding both power and ferocity, gently rested beside Luo Zhu's head. After the initial shock, this incredible scene of human and mastiff leaning against each other strangely lessened the intense fear in her heart.

She mustered her courage and met the mastiff's blue eyes. The fierce, cold, beastly gaze was filled with warning and command, as if… as if telling her to get up and… do something?!

Could it really be as Sister Luo Zhu said, that this…this mastiff named Yin Ni has become a spirit?! She was speechless. Then she saw a black-backed, red-legged, brown-eyed mastiff and a brindle mastiff stroll over, their raised tails drooping slightly. They lowered their heads and gave Yin Ni, who had been giving her commands, two soft hums.

Yin Ni then withdrew its commanding gaze and stood up with extremely light movements and strength, strolling towards her. The four-eyed mastiff with its iron-clad gold coat and the brindle mastiff took its place, lying down on either side of Sister Luo Zhu to ensure it remained warm.

Gesang Zhuoma was dumbfounded. Even after she had completed the task of cleaning the mastiff kennel under Yin Ni's supervision, grooming each of the dozen or so mastiffs, and feeding them, she still felt as if she were in a dream.

Gnawing on the hard, cold tsampa in her hand, occasionally taking a sip of snow water, she vaguely recalled the stories her ancestor had told her when she was a child. The ancestors of the mastiffs descended from heaven to earth; they were fierce and powerful, majestic like kings, capable of fighting wolves and leopards, and for thousands of years had been the guardian deities of the Boba people. During her captivity, the mastiffs she had seen serving in the Guge King's army were far more ferocious and savage than any dog she had ever seen before, cruel and terrifying. Like vultures, they often fed on human corpses, inspiring fear in all who saw them, and were far removed from the guardian deities her ancestor had described. Lord Lie, the captain, said that the dozen or so mastiffs guarding the palace were all wild mastiffs from the deep mountains, none of them having undergone soul-crossing, utterly wild, each one a beast more terrifying than a wolf, frequently biting and killing palace servants and attendants. Not only have she and Sister Luo Zhu survived to this day under the claws of these ferocious beasts, but they have also been claimed as their possessions—it's practically a miracle of divine protection.

While cleaning the mastiffs and feeding them, she inevitably walked through the snow-covered mountaintop, her boots still tainted with the smell of wild animal urine. But she dared not remove them to wash them vigorously, fearing that without the smell, the beasts would see her as an enemy and tear her to pieces to eat.

After the mastiffs finished eating, all but Yin Ni followed the soldiers to patrol and guard the palace. At Yin Ni's signal, she mustered her courage and took two pieces of tsampa and two pieces of the finest raw yak meat from its bowl, then returned to the mastiff enclosure to stay beside Sister Luo Zhu, eating as she waited for her to wake up. The silver lion, having eaten and drunk its fill, chased away the four-eyed mastiff and the tiger-striped mastiff, keeping Sister Luo Zhu by its side once more.

The cold, hard tsampa was tough on the teeth, but it contained not a single grain of wheat bran. Once it warmed up in the mouth, it wasn't unpleasant to eat. Just as she was about to finish, Sister Luo Zhu woke up.

"Sister Luo Zhu, are you hungry?" After patiently waiting for Luo Zhu to fix her braids, she quickly suppressed her sorrow and offered her the tsampa she had warmed to her chest.

"You eat it. I ate all of your tsampa yesterday evening." Luo Zhu pushed the tsampa back.

“No, this belongs to Sister Luozhu, it’s Sister Luozhu’s to eat.” Gesang Zhuoma bypassed Luozhu’s hand and resolutely handed the tsampa back to her, saying earnestly, “I was unconscious yesterday, so I didn’t need to eat tsampa.”

This time, Luozhu didn’t push Gesang Zhuoma’s hand away. She stood up and walked to the small window. A thick layer of snow covered the small windowsill, and the two pieces of raw yak meat that had been drying on it were nowhere to be seen. Looking down, she saw four pieces of yak meat placed against the wall below the windowsill. Two of them were still bloody and looked very fresh.

It seemed the snow and wind were too strong last night, blowing the yak meat into the mastiff enclosure. This morning, Gesang Zhuoma, who was cleaning the enclosure, found it and placed it under the windowsill. But the other two pieces of yak meat… She picked up a fresh piece, turned to Gesang Zhuoma, raised an eyebrow, and waved the meat in her hand: “Where did you come from?”

“It…it told me to take it from the food bowl.” Gesang Zhuoma pointed to the seemingly sleeping Yin Ni. Although she knew this mastiff, which appeared to be a spirit, wouldn't easily bite them, she was still very afraid.

Luo Zhu glanced at Yin Ni, thinking to herself: Since Yin Ni could willingly share its food, it shouldn't…bite her in the middle of the night because it was hungry, right? Could she continue to snatch food from the mastiff's mouth? She took two more pieces of yak meat that had been blown away by the snow and wind, returned to Gesang Zhuoma, and handed her one.

“We’ll each have a piece of tsampa and a piece of beef.” She took the tsampa, still warm from Gesang Zhuoma’s body,

from her hand, her lips curving upwards and her eyes crinkling. “Mm.” Gesang Zhuoma smiled and took the yak meat, about to take a bite, when she suddenly stopped, raised the piece of meat in her hand, frowned in distress, pointed to the layer of yak hair on the surface of the meat, and forced a smile, “Sister Luozhu, I’m not afraid to eat raw meat. But… I really can’t eat this layer of fur, what should I do?”

Luozhu looked at the yak meat in Gesang Zhuoma’s hand, the one with fur and meat, then at the one with fur and meat in her own hand, and then at the pair of blue triangular eyes that had been staring intently at her for some time. Struggling and hesitating, finally letting out a long sigh, she mournfully offered the yak meat to the silver lion's mouth, tugging at the fur on the piece of meat, and cautiously pleading, "Silver...Silver Lion, please tear off the fur."

Several wrinkles appeared on the silver lion's mastiff nose, its upper lip parted to reveal sharp, white teeth, and its blue, triangular eyes seemed to overflow with a mocking smile. It pressed its paw against the meat, its sharp teeth gripping the edge of the skin and tearing away a large chunk of frozen fur, revealing the dried, red flesh. This

was demonic, fantastical; the intelligence of this genius mastiff was definitely far beyond that of a five-year-old child.

Luo Zhu twitched her eye with a sigh, patted Gesang Zhuoma who was staring almost in a daze, and said with great guilt, "Zhuoma, uh, actually, it's... normal for a mastiff slave to eat a little mastiff saliva." Why did that beastly king confiscate her Swiss Army knife?! And this beef, which had been drying all night, was still bloody inside! How was she supposed to chew it? How was she supposed to swallow it? Her heart was filled with grief, anger, and agonizing pain. She roared and prayed to the heavens: "God, please bless this little girl with a powerful, abnormal body that can fight off parasites and rabies!"

Is this normal? Is this mastiff, which can correctly understand human meaning and occasionally shows a mocking smile, really normal?

Gesang Zhuoma blankly held the piece of meat in her hand to the silver lion's mouth, witnessing once again the monstrous nature of this silver-gray mastiff.

Chapter 46 The Days of the Mastiff Slaves (Part 5)

After a hard-fought struggle, Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma ultimately couldn't stomach the raw beef that had only been drying overnight. Reluctantly, they placed the four pieces of beef in a sheltered spot in the mastiff enclosure, and then, under the intimidation of the silver lion, followed it around half-starved, a behavior euphemistically called—walking the dog.

Thus, many guards, palace servants, and slaves of the Guge Palace witnessed a peculiar and rare sight. Leading the way was a nearly 1.5-meter-tall silver-gray mastiff with thick, bristling fur like a lion, head held high, fierce and powerful, its gait majestic as a king. Behind it, on either side, were two mastiff slaves, heads bowed, following closely behind, walking with extreme caution. The shorter of the two even displayed an obvious hint of fawning and obsequiousness in their movements.

"Damn, this isn't a person walking a dog, it's clearly a lackey serving the dog king!" Luo Zhu, head half-lowered, gnashed his teeth as he walked, and only after silently counting ten thousand alpacas did the churning emotions in his chest gradually subside.

The winter palace of the Guge Kingdom, though called a palace, is really just a few dozen domed cave dwellings in the mountainside of varying sizes, most only about 1.8 meters high, not much different from the height of modern ruins. The walls of the corridors are adorned with glass lotus-shaped lamps, golden cups, and butter lamps, and painted with vivid and brightly colored murals in gold and silver, exuding an atmosphere of luxury and mystery in the interplay of light and shadow. Every few dozen steps, there stands a court guard, carrying a crossbow on his back, a long sword at his waist, and a spear in his hand, wearing a brown leather robe covered with a thousand-layered cowhide helmet. Each one is tall and strong, with a heroic and solemn face, their motionless military posture as if cast in steel. Her stern, sharp gaze paused slightly as it swept over the mastiff and two slaves passing by, then vanished without a trace.

Were they too ineffective or threatening, or was Yin Ni simply too intimidating and privileged? If she were truly an assassin, these inactive guards would be negligent in their duties and should be beheaded on the spot. Following behind Yin Ni, Luo Zhu, somewhat annoyed, glanced at the ancient, sculpted highland palace guards out of the corner of her eye, inwardly grumbling.

Yin Ni stopped in front of a cave dwelling about 2.5 meters high. Instead of a butter lamp hanging outside the entrance, a lotus seedpod protruded like a wick on a glass lotus-shaped golden cup, its heart containing five luminous pearls the size of pigeon eggs. Four imposing and valiant guards stood on either side of the entrance, not even blinking at their arrival. Yinni swaggered into the palace right under their noses, his manner as natural as if he had entered this place a thousand times before.

Huh? The location of this cave… it's the palace of the Guge King, but the height has changed from the modern ruins. Of course, the beastly Guge King was definitely over two meters tall; how could he possibly live in a cave less than two meters high? In modern times, the king's cave was the most airy and well-lit, offering the best views, overlooking the entire Xiangquan River Valley. Now history has changed, the height of the king's residence has changed; I wonder if the layout and size inside have changed? What kind of luxurious furnishings would the interior possess? All the cave dwellings in modern times are completely empty.

Although the palace door was open, a heavy cashmere brocade curtain hung more than a meter away from the door, completely obscuring the interior, making it impossible to see anything from the outside. A strong sense of curiosity welled up in Luo Zhu's heart, and she pulled Gesang Zhuoma, ready to follow Yinni inside.

"Bang!" A cold, resounding metallic clang rang out as two guards' sharp spears crossed in front of them, blocking their path.

"Back off!" one of the guards coldly barked at them, devoid of emotion. "You lowly lackeys, trespassing into the King's bedchamber! Cut off your legs!"

"Swoosh—" Before the words were even finished, the other two guards had already stepped forward, drawing a third of the long swords slung across their waists.

In the soft glow of the luminous pearls, the sharp spearheads and the remaining sections of the blades gleamed with a cold, flickering light, an intense killing intent instantly rushing towards them like a menacing claw.

"Ah—"

Startled by the sudden turn of events, the two women screamed, involuntarily stumbling back two steps, their knees buckling, and they fell to the ground in a sorry state. "

Guards, I…I really didn't mean to criticize your dereliction of duty. You are all excellent, the most outstanding beastly guards of this beastly king!" "I...I admit my mistake, I repent, isn't that enough? We won't go into that beast king's palace! We won't go in!" Luo Zhu tightly gripped the trembling Gesang Zhuoma, her lips quivering as she spoke.

The silver lion, who had just stepped into the palace, stopped at the sound, turned, and paced back to Luo Zhu's side. It extended its long, wet, rough tongue and licked her face twice, then used its powerful body to block her path. Its blue, triangular eyes, filled with cold, ferocious intent, stared menacingly at the guards. After a short, muffled howl, it bared its sharp teeth, lowered its forelegs, and its silver-gray fur and chrysanthemum-like tail stood on end like steel needles.

The four guards exchanged glances, a fleeting look of surprise in their eyes, before quickly sheathing their spears and swords, returning to their previous guard positions.

Not only were the guards surprised, but Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma, still shaken and sitting on the ground, were also astonished. But upon further reflection, Luo Zhu felt relieved. In people's eyes, they were lowly mastiff slaves, but in the silver lion's eyes, they were its pets. How could a master not protect its own pet when it was being bullied?

"Aaaaah! Humans are worse off than dogs! Worse off than dogs! Not only are they kept as pets by dogs, but they also have to rely on them for protection! What kind of insane world is this?!" Luo Zhu desperately wanted to find a secluded place to rage and roar.

But when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Although she had the protection of the wild mastiff Yin Ni, she was still weak-kneed by the menacing gazes of the four palace guards wielding weapons. She didn't have the courage to look them in the eye and confront their murderous intent, nor did she have the courage to turn the tables and recklessly storm into the beast king's palace.

Taking deep breaths, she barely managed to suppress her fear, endure all the shame and resentment, and helped Gesang Zhuoma to her feet. She didn't dare touch the already bristling, ready-to-attack mastiff, and could only feign grievance as she stammered behind Yin Ni, "Yin...Yin Ni, I...I'm hungry..." As Yin Ni turned his head, she stiffly patted her stomach.

Yin Ni glanced at her twice, then turned to look at the four guards, repeating this three times, a struggling expression appearing in his cold, fierce, triangular eyes.

Struggling? Struggling!! Heavens, strike her with lightning! Just a beast, no need to be so monstrous. The more monstrous the intelligence of the beast that serves as its master, the more she, the pet kept as a pet, will lose her human dignity. Luo Zhu's eyes twitched violently several times, her face filled with despair, desperately suppressing the urge to bang her head against the wall.

"Roar—Roar—"

Two beastly roars echoed from King Guge's palace. The heavy cashmere brocade curtains swayed slightly, and two beautiful and elegant snow leopards stepped out one after the other—the king's beloved pets, Da Xue and Xiao Xue. They greeted Yin Ni with slightly excited howls, seemingly a greeting.

Yin Ni's gaze, fixed on the guards, swept indifferently over the two snow leopards, casually wagging its tail in a lukewarm response.

"Yin...Yin Ni, I...I'm hungry too." Gesang Zhuoma, meeting Yin Ni's gaze which had turned back to them, gritted her teeth, enduring the cold, fierce, murderous stares of the four guards, and mimicked Luo Zhu by patting her stomach, her voice barely audible.

The two snow leopards looked at the four guards with suspicion, then at Yin Ni, before suddenly one walking towards Luo Zhu and the other towards Gesang Zhuoma. Beautiful yet terrifying leopard heads rubbed against their legs in a friendly manner, like two incredibly cute and docile kittens, occasionally opening their mouths to grind their sharp teeth against their calves. Even through their leather jackets stuffed with coarse cotton, the ferocity of the beasts' fangs could be clearly felt.

This was surreal, surreal, this world was truly surreal. Could she say that these two leopards were helping their four guard brothers out of a predicament?

Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma clasped their hands together, their faces drained of color. Cold sweat dripped down their foreheads, their bodies stiff as stone. They stood motionless, trembling with fear, terrified that the two snow leopards might suddenly open their blood-red jaws on their legs. Their four pleading eyes were cast towards Yin Ni without any human restraint.

Yin Ni coldly watched the two snow leopards' seemingly affectionate yet threatening actions, let out a soft snort, and finally gave up on the contest with the guards, turning and walking down a side path.

Luo Zhu tried to step forward, but it felt like she was walking on cotton; her knees were too weak to support her weight. She collapsed to the ground with a thud, dragging the still-frozen Gesang Zhuoma down with her.

Whether it was the guards' murderous aura, the sharp teeth of the two snow leopards, or the stark realization that she was now merely a beast's pet, it was unclear. In any case, her back was covered in cold sweat, her forehead and nose were glistening with perspiration, and her limbs felt utterly weak and exhausted.

The two snow leopards' eyes gleamed brightly. Before the two captives could even get up, their jaws snapped open, and they swiftly and decisively seized Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma by the scruff of their collars, dragging them after the silver lion.

Being dragged along the narrow mountain tunnel by leopards was hardly a pleasant experience. The journey was fraught with stumbles and thuds, drawing astonished glances from the guards, palace servants, and slaves as if they were observing rare animals. Shame, resentment, humiliation, and sorrow were irrelevant to Luo Zhu at this moment. Having finally recovered from the lingering effects of fear, only one thought remained in her mind:

winter was a good season; with plenty of clothing, she was less likely to get chafed.

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