Lord of Wolf Island

Chapter 2

"I ...... didn't...... t." As soon as she realized that she already intended to hurt people, Mu Wanqing was shocked and loosened her fists.

Sweet, curious Mu Wanqing prided herself on being a pacifist. She loved small flowers and grasses and liked to turn over the soil and plant seeds, and if she could stay with flowers and trees all day, she felt happy.

She doesn't want to be as aggressive as her big sister, seeking to win in everything, or like other witches, only thinking of harming people and fixing them. The person she admires the most is her mother, and she hopes to become a woman like her one day, who is light on love and indifferent to fame and fortune.

Unfortunately, she has overlooked one point: the environment affects a person dramatically; besides her mother and the customers who come to buy flowers, the people she comes into contact with the most are the ill-intentioned wizards and witches, and in the long run, the white silk will be stained with patterns.

"How powerful can a cowering little mouse be? If you have the guts, scratch my itch for me." Scared? Little grain of sand. The silver-gray eyes revealed mockery.

"I'm a human being, not a mouse." How rude! She is not like a mouse; although she is not beautiful, she is still pretty and attractive!

Mu Wanqing, in an elegant spirit, has a comfortable atmosphere. However, she believes that she is not beautiful, with the gorgeous, exquisite body of the big sister, daisy-like, delicate, not enough to say.

But, very colorful flowers quickly teach people to step back for fear of thorns; the flower's color is too bright; on the contrary, it is clear and light, making small white flowers more attractive, making a person not help but stop, want to sniff that sweet but not tired of the fragrance of the flowers.

Her suitors are not less than the women of Wan love and more decent, more compassionate hearts of flowers; they love to rise to the idea of staying together for life and not half a trace of the intention to play.

Simply put, she is the kind of man who wants to marry at home to love the little woman, suitable for the family; no one would like to let her suffer a little bit, and her "vixen" looking like a big sister gives people a frivolous feeling. That few women are willing to deal with her, that is, worried about their husbands or boyfriends being hooked away from the soul.

"I say you are what you are; how is even a person with a disability in a wheelchair also afraid?" He deliberately provoked her with his words.

"Who said I'm afraid? I'm......" she was stunned, staring at the iron wheelchair, instantly waking up. "Ah! You ...... are the injured second young master."

Can't be! Such a big person still needs to be taken care of.

What Mu Wanqing paid attention to was not his being more beautiful than a woman's features, but his legs placed on the footrest and covered with a blanket.

When he heard the word 'injured,' Keres was like a raging lion, coldly grabbing her thin wrists and pulling them closer. "Who told you to spy on me?"

A faint scent drifted into his nose, and he subconsciously took a few heavy sniffs, the shallow cleavage on her chest strangely arousing his desire to embrace a female body after a long time.

"Where I have spied on you, I just arrived today ......" grumbled, and the grumbled belly sound suddenly raised; Wood Wanqing's face flushed, embarrassed.

"Are you hungry?"

Yes, she was hungry.

She missed breakfast early at the Shanghai airport to catch a plane. I wanted to eat on the plane, but I did not expect to get airsick and exhausted with nothing to eat, half asleep, half awake to endure getting off the plane.

Then she took a boat and walked more than ten kilometers; how could she not be hungry? How could she not be hungry?

"Time to eat." Old Mike suddenly appeared outside the door of the room.

"Dinner?"

Looking at the steaming red wine-stewed tender beef shoulder, Mu Wanqing swallowed hard. Her nose opened and closed as she inhaled the overflowing aroma, and her stomach and intestines rolled over with hunger, wanting to feast on it. But the delicacies on the tray were not meant for her to enjoy, and her raised hand could only be held in midair in embarrassment as she watched the five-ounce steak glide past her eyes, leaving behind only the thick aroma.

Just the smell of the creamy mushroom sauce made her hungry, even hungrier, and she couldn't help but move her feet like a pied piper was luring her. Her fingertips wanted to sneak a mushroom into her mouth to feel its deliciousness.

It was so delicious, so tasty, and I wondered if the chef had prepared one for her. If she had this food daily, it would be fine if she kept it for a whole year. Hunger would make people act irrationally, and the over-starved Mu Wanqing was drooling over someone else's dinner; her glowing face was like a little girl who had found a resurrection egg.

"Take it away, don't let me see it!" How dare he defy his orders over and over again!

"Second, young master, you haven't eaten anything all day; your body won't be able to support you if you keep this up." Who is this punishing? It's still not your suffering.

"I told you I didn't want to eat, don't you understand? You have to make me angry to make me happy, right?" His life is over, and there's no hope for him, so it's better to leave him to die.

"We can't stop eating! We're all worried..." The most important thing is to stay alive; we'll discuss other things later.

Losing your ambition just because you can't walk is wrong. It's evident to all that the second young master is talented, and he can still make something of himself without his legs, so you shouldn't give up on yourself by thinking about the worst.

Old Mike's eyes were moist, and he was so focused on his young master that he didn't realize that a pair of bright green eyes like jewels were staring at the food on his plate.

"Worried that if I die, this island will be sold by my greedy clan to the syndicate for profit, aren't you?" He knew exactly what was on their minds. The once spirited and unstoppable Keres had been wounded along with his dignity in the wake of the trauma, and he felt cynical that he was no longer whole.

He has an older brother who is very distinguished and is highly regarded by his father, who has entrusted him with the management of the family business, making him the next generation's successor and the expected rising star of the company.

Under such pressure, he wanted to break away from the status quo, if not to replace him, at least to be on a par and never underestimated.

So he became an amateur racing driver, through the excitement of speed, to achieve the pleasure of venting, and his strength is no less than a professional.

But he was too arrogant, thinking that there was nothing under the sun that he could not do, and in one race, regardless of his teammates' prevention, he pressed the gas pedal without changing the tires and caught up with the guy who dared to overtake his car in the last three laps.

In the end, he won the championship, but the moment he crossed the finish line, the right front wheel came loose and peeled off, and the whole body was deflected to the right because of his momentary relaxation and crashed into a fence. Because the impact was too strong, the front end of the car was dented entirely and caught fire, and the risky rescue efforts of the team barely saved him. However, his foot could not be held; his knee was crushed and fractured, and now it was beyond medical repair.

"Second, young master, how can you say such heartless words? Am I Old Mac, such a person?" Old Mike indignantly defended himself.

"If you're not, then get the hell away from me. Don't bother me; I'm not dead yet; I don't need your unwanted concern." He couldn't help hating the sight of his smoothly walking feet.

"Second, young master, don't curse yourself; I'm not bothering you..." the words fell out of his mouth, and in his round, round face, his green-bean-sized eyes suddenly widened.

Chrissy was so upset he wanted to yell again, and with the barrel of a man still in front of him, he was about to do the same thing he'd always done - slam the plate in Old Mac's face - but when he looked up, he realized that he was in the middle of the table.

But when he looked up, he saw him staring in surprise... and his eyes skittered downward to the sight of a tiny, unaware mouse stealing a bite of his dinner.

Perhaps being watched by two men simultaneously, the not-too-slow Mu Wanqing hurriedly eliminated the evidence in her hand, swallowing the Bureau Ham s***h Noodles in one gulp before pretending to get up as if nothing had happened. She would never admit that she had been greedy for a moment, half-kneeling, half-squatting to accept the temptation of food, a humble and humiliating act that would be belittled.

"You're hungry?" Keleth's silver pupils shone with a treacherous light.

Mu Wanqing unconsciously pursed her lips, savoring the delicious taste left on them. "I'm not as hungry as I thought, but if you don't want to spoil the food, I can take care of it for you."

The more she ate, the hungrier she got. The accelerated peristalsis of her intestines promoted the secretion of stomach acid, and she realized that she was likely to betray her handsome dad for a piece of steak.

"Unfortunately, I am hungry too and don't want to feed the critters." As if purposely antagonizing her, Chrissy signaled with his eyes, and Old Mac immediately brought the food tray to his master.

Although apologetic, he obeyed the second young master's wishes so that she could see and not eat.

"You didn't eat it just now; why did you go back on your word!" What an unproductive man, capricious.

A little bit deliberately, he forked up the tender beef with tendons and put it lightly on his tongue, chewing slowly and appreciatively. "Now I want to eat it. What do you have to say about that?" Like an overgrown ten-year-old boy, Chrissy bullied the neighbor's child, knowing she wanted something badly enough to break it on purpose to see if she'd cry and go home to her mother. It was a terrible thing to do, but he was so exhilarated that he forgot all about the senselessness of his legs and just wanted to tease the helpless little mouse.

"You..." Damn it, he was a bully! "If you can't finish it..."

"I can't finish this?" He scoffed. "Don't underestimate a man's appetite."

Seeing the beef cut into smaller and smaller pieces, the saliva in Mu Wanqing's mouth was sucked in faster and faster. "You don't have to eat it all! Leave some soup..."

After mentioning sweet soup, Keleth, who didn't like sweets and even hated the taste of honey, lifted the porcelain bowl and finished the fragrant pumpkin honey soup without a single drop left.

It's a hate that makes people gnash their teeth! His intentions were so apparent that one could tell who he was targeting at a glance, childish! And ridiculously immature!

But in Old Mac's eyes, it was both gratifying and heartbreaking. The second young master was finally willing to eat something, and his heart, which had been hanging for a long time, could also be put down without worrying about the young master messing up his body.

"You have a small heart! What would happen if you left a little for others?" Mu Wanqing, who disliked quarreling, sulked, and his grumbling belly made protesting noises, condemning his black heart.

Hooking up his lips, Keleth sneered. "You want to rob my food?"

"I ......" swallowed. "No." If her magic had worked, she'd have conjured up a plate of roasted salmon and wouldn't have suffered his taunts.

"If you don't have it, then don't look so greedy that you're interfering with my appetite for dinner." The steak was much more flavorful than usual and tender to the palate.

"It's too much. What's the point of eating yourself to keep me from eating?" She decided to hate the man!

"I'm happy." Seeing her puffed-up look inexplicably pleases him.

「You ......」 The good-natured Mu Wanqing felt aggrieved and flattened her lips.

Seemingly not wanting to let her go, Chris continued, "If you squeak like a mouse, maybe I'll be kind and reward you with a piece of meat."

"What mouse, don't be so overbearing, I don't know what to say!" When she finished speaking, she was furious and wanted to leave the room with her cheeks puffed out.

"You want to leave?" He tugged on her upper arm, not caring if it hurt her.

"You eat your food; I'll go my way. I'm tired; I want to rest early." She tried to soften her voice, not used to fighting hard with others.

"I'm not tired; wait for me to finish eating." He purposely made things difficult for her, several times bringing the fork with the steak to her mouth and moving it again, happily torturing her five senses.

"Are you being reasonable? It's not like you need someone to eat with you with a broken arm or leg!" Exasperated with hunger, she was a little dizzy and said something and stepped on someone's pain without thinking.

Chris's foot is broken, not good at traveling, and the whole world knows about it; the situation then was that the TV stations had live broadcasts transmitted to every country that loved racing.

But Mu Wanqing does not know; she is not keen on sports, more on speed activities, but also seldom watches domestic and international events, Shanghai's five hospitals, she could not call out a person's name, all very strange.

The only thing that attracted her attention was the lush greenery; the flowers and grasses that did not make a sound for themselves were her favorites.

"Oops! What are you talking about, you reckless girl? The young master asked you to accompany him because he thinks you're cute." What a silly little girl, she doesn't know how to read people's faces, it's too much. Old Mac hurriedly jumped out to protect the little person who didn't know anything, fearing that her skin wasn't as thick as his and that if she weren't careful, she would become a victim of the second young master's anger.

Who knows? It was still a step too slow, and the expression became cold. Keres forcefully grabbed her weak arm, seeming to be in the next second, twisting it, making it flesh and bone separation; ruthless silver-grey eyes flowed bloodthirsty coldness.

His anger and resentment flowed in the bottom of his dark eyes, and the blood that ran through his body was burning; if time could start over again, he would have collected the arrogance of that day and swallowed the humiliation of second place.

Unfortunately, what happened could not be modified; he lost his feet to walk freely and his confidence as a man; the sharp pain of the crash became an extinct sound, and he could not undo the momentary arrogance.

"What are you doing? It hurts!" Frowning slightly, Mu Wanqing finally sensed something wrong and tried to wrench his hand away.

The old mike beside her wanted to advise her not to waste her efforts and to be more obedient to reduce the flesh pain, but when she saw the gloomy face of the young master, she swallowed her words and didn't dare to say anything more, fearing that she would be harmed if she made a mess of things.

"It would be fun to have your hands and my feet broken." Keres applied force, looking coldly at the pain on her face.

"Broken... it's just a matter of putting it back together again, and it's not like there's no cure." Mu Wanqing's mind was spinning with a hundred ways to make magic potions; even if a person died, they could still renew their bones.

What cannot be done by human power is accessible by magic. She once cured many friends with cancer with her homemade magic potions. Still, none of them realized her identity as a witch because she would ask her elder sister to erase their memories of their illnesses from the past, from the present to the present.

Every time, she was scolded and laughed at by the other witches for being stupid; healing humans without receiving anything in return was a taboo for witches, and they were ashamed to be in her company.

That's why she didn't know many witches; there was still room in her fingers, and only one or two were close friends.

"Broken and put back together..." he laughed a low, hollow laugh like a dying bug. "Look at my legs. Can they be put back together? They're senseless, they're dead!"

He lifted the three-kilogram wooden statue and swung it uncontrollably down to his knees, trying to recover the pain that had disappeared.

"Wait, don't be too impulsive; let me treat them first, okay?" It's not like he's in complete despair, so why get discouraged?

"Cure?" A self-deprecating coldness appeared in his bloodshot eyes. "Are you God? Can you do miracles?"

"Who says you need God to perform miracles? You can get what you want by dealing with the devil." As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Wanqing felt chagrined and screamed in disbelief that she had encouraged the humans to turn to the dark forces.

His expression cooled, and his tone sneered. "I'm willing to sell my soul to Satan as long as it allows me to get back on my feet..."

The person who said it had no intention of displaying it, but the person who heard it had the choice of hearing it, knowing that there was a Demon King in the world; Mu Wanqing's face instantly changed in horror, and her tiny hand quickly blocked his mouth.

"Hush! Don't talk nonsense, and it will be heard; I will cure you, I will cure you; you mustn't summon demons indiscriminately; they are a hundred times more terrifying than you can imagine." Is a man without a soul still a man? It's a walking corpse at best.

"You can heal me?" In his confused state of mind, Krys listened.

It was a dawning of disbelief mixed with contempt for her casual assurances.

"I think I can; it won't be hard..." she mused, with a severe look of certainty.

"It's not hard?" His silver eyes squinted, staring thoughtfully at her elegant profile.

"Let go of my hand first, and you're hurting me." Her eyes flickered, afraid of accidentally revealing her half-human, half-witch qualities.

Mu Wanqing never thought of herself as a witch, and she wanted to be an ordinary person, an ordinary girl without magic protection, not knowing that the world was an overlapping space with multiple dimensions, where humans were the only masters and where elves and demonic beasts did not exist.

However, her heart is too soft, and she can't bear to see others suffer; as soon as she sees someone suffering from illness, she can't help but reach out and do her part to help them out of their pain.

The magic potion could be extracted from her favorite flowers and plants, and the ready-made medicinal herbs could be put to good use while she could take care of them respectfully, so there was nothing to lose on both counts.

Many of the strange magic potions in the Golden Witch Bookstore came from her hands, and although her boss exploited them, the profits were still quite substantial and were no less than what Mu Wanxiang earned from her modeling and endorsement work.

She is a first-class magic potion maker and belongs to a high level; looking at the witch and magic worlds, her talent is scarce, and many magicians have to ask her for help, hoping to have half of her talent. However, she still prefers to plant flowers and raise flower essences and does not want to spend her days on potion making if she does not have to, which always makes the owner of the bookstore, who earns a lot less money, feel sorry for her.