The Emperor of Hell's Green Plum Pillow She Escaped Again

Chapter 118 Midnight

Hei Huomian waited for ten seconds but got no response from Bai Shuiru. Anxiously, he hugged Bai Shuiru even tighter, causing her to let out a soft moan.

He hurriedly asked in a low voice:

"Are you angry?"

“Hmm…meah~meah…hululu…”

When Hei Huomian heard the familiar yet unfamiliar snoring sound coming from his arms, his eyebrows jumped and he slightly loosened his arms and looked down.

Only then did he realize that Bai Shui had fallen asleep comfortably in his arms without him noticing. Not only did she make her signature sheep snoring after a long time, but she also picked up the alpaca doll with magical accuracy and hugged it tightly in her arms.

"Mee..."

"Little thing, why did you fall asleep again?"

Hei Huomian looked down at the petite girl in his arms with a helpless yet doting smile, and kissed her deeply on the top of her head. He wanted to hug her again, but he felt that the touch of his chest was completely different:

It was soft but pressing against his chest, which was not only in the way but also made him feel suffocated.

Hei Huomian glared at the alpaca doll in the little girl's arms, gently pried open her arms and pulled out the doll, snorted coldly and threw it to the other end of the tent. Then he smiled, hugged her, and looked up at the night sky with satisfaction.

"Little brush, I still remember that I used to hold you in the shape of a brush in my hands, lying on the Luohan bed in the yard, and we looked at the starry sky transformed by magic together."

"Is it like what we have now?"

"In the past, you would often playfully break away from me, fly up and draw all kinds of chubby animals on the 'starry sky', calling it your brilliant writing skills. In fact, even Wanwan wouldn't be impressed by your masterpieces."

Jing Youxi and Hei Zhan Ze quietly poked their heads out of the tent and saw Hei Huomian and Bai Shuiru snuggling together and whispering sweet nothings to each other. They smiled at each other, kissed each other lightly, then retreated back into the tent, kissed the youngest child who was already soundly asleep, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

The chirping of night insects is like a ballad, repeating itself tirelessly over and over again, mischievously intruding into the gentle, intertwined breathing between men and women.

Bai Shuiru turned over in the tent and felt a little cold. She subconsciously reached for her alpaca doll while reaching for the thin blanket. After searching everywhere with her eyes closed without success, she frowned and pouted.

Alpaca, how can I be such a big alpaca?

She reluctantly opened her sleepy eyes and looked around:

Oh, I’m in a cave. That means I’m still a sheep. I haven’t got the alpaca doll yet. This cave… why does it feel so plastic? It’s so unprofessional…

No, where am I?

Near the campsite, two young men seemed to be using the cover of night to discuss something important in a low voice:

"Emperor Ming, according to my subordinates' report..." Li You stepped forward and handed over the tablet computer, while silently reporting:

"I sent two teams to investigate Siyuan, but they were both killed on the way back. Judging from the wounds, footprints, signs of destruction around the wreckage, and remaining hair, it seems that they were eaten by large carnivorous animals."

"It has been confirmed that he was bitten by the iron-haired dog..."

Hei Huomian calmly swiped his tablet, browsing the pictures of his subordinates' horrific body parts, "Make good arrangements for their aftermath and compensation."

"Yes."

"Also, if it was indeed the Iron-Haired Dog that did it, have you estimated how big it would be?"

"Yes, please take a look at the final analysis report."

Hei Huomian quickly scrolled to the end of the information, scanned the various speculative data about the Iron Haired Dog, frowned unconsciously, and returned the tablet to the other party.

"This is definitely not an ordinary iron-haired dog from the underworld. It looks like it has been genetically modified or forcibly injected with power by magic, or both."

Li You nodded, "Understood, I will continue to have people track it down."

"So what is the situation in Siyuan?"

"Quan'ai is not in Siyuan to meditate and reflect on his past."

"Sure?"

Li You nodded. "My subordinates once used a drone to shoot some footage. At that time, there was no signal in Siyuan, so the information could not be transmitted back. Later, it was destroyed by the Iron Dog. But according to the 15% data restored from the drone memory card brought back by the search and rescue team, Quan Ai is indeed not in Siyuan."

Hearing this, Hei Huo Mian's eyes behind his sunglasses gradually lit up with murderous intent, and he suddenly turned around and asked:

"Who?!"