GCLA 41

Chapter 41: Do Not Kiss Randomly

 

I asked Mo Míng worriedly, “Are there any side effects? Do things from your immortal realm also have side effects?” It was hard to imagine that even the items used by immortals could have side effects.

 

Mo Míng’s expression was as rigid as ever: “Beauty comes at a price.”

 

Unexpectedly, even in the immortal realm, seeking beauty required a price to be paid. I glanced at him irritably on behalf of Máo Máo, “It’s easy for you to say with your handsome looks.”

 

His emerald green eyes immediately fixed on my face, his gaze as serious as a vow: “I don’t care about my appearance; I wish I could be like Máo Máo!”

 

“Ah?” I faced him with my mask of disbelief, but his eyes grew fervent: “Because Máo Máo is truly one of a kind!”

 

“Can’t the one of a kind transform into a human form?” I said teasingly and turned to leave, but he hurriedly followed: “No! You don’t understand, actually Máo Máo…” He suddenly stopped, hesitant. I felt a bit angry; him being completely hairless yet wishing to be like Máo Máo—if Máo Máo heard this, how heartbroken would he be?

 

Or… did the aesthetic standards of male wolves differ from ours? Like, more hair meant more attractive? I suddenly remembered my deskmate who was obsessed with hair; she thought men with chest hair and a hairy stomach were sexy and manly—a taste both cold and intense.

 

“Where to?” The nearby small car spoke up, turning out to be a guide as well.

 

“For blood replenishment.” After I spoke, the small car flew off in one direction, and I ran after it, with Mo Míng still by my side. It was exhausting; this place seemed much bigger on the inside than it looked from the outside! Could it be a vast space?

 

When the small car stopped, I saw a whole row of red items in front of me: hemostatic pills, coagulation pellets, blood-generating agents, it’s a dazzling array.

 

I carefully made my selection below, while Mo Míng stood beside me, watching earnestly: “You can’t use these blood supplements; many are for specific races. You can use a hemostatic bandage.” He casually took out a roll, but I ignored it, picking up a red bottle to examine: “I don’t intend to use it for myself. By the way, do you have anything suitable for Jiàng Yǎn? Something that can quickly replenish his strength?”

 

Mo Míng was startled: “For him? There are some, but they are quite expensive.” He jumped up and took down another red bottle, which was labeled “Exclusively for the Blood Clan.”

 

I took a closer look at the bottle, which had a label.

 

Directions: For vampires to replenish blood in a short time.

 

Main ingredients: Aged human blood.

 

Human blood?

 

I opened it and poured out one, finding a blood pearl made from a special material.

 

Aged human blood means it’s not fresh.

 

“This can allow the Blood Clan to replenish their strength in a short time,” Mo Míng added, “Actually, if Jiàng Yǎn consumes human blood, his constitution will gradually improve. He is from the Jiàng lineage, and his strength should be on par with the Light God.”

 

“Really!” This was unexpectedly good news to me, “But human blood is expensive!”

 

Mo Míng nodded helplessly: “Yes, human blood is precious. If he could consume human blood, Jiàng Yǎn wouldn’t need to feed constantly. Normally, 200cc of human blood can sustain a vampire for seven days. Therefore, to save on this expense, many of the Blood Clan form a ‘blood pact’ with a person.”

 

“Blood pact?” I thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered Hong Rì, who is always with the Light God, “Like Hong Rì?”

 

Mo Míng nodded: “Yes, Hong Rì. In the immortal realm, there are many demigod descendants like Hong Rì, such as Hēi Mèi. Most mages in the human world are humans. Once they form a blood pact with the Blood Clan, they can share the resources of the Blood Clan. In battle, they also receive assistance from the Blood Clan; it’s a form of trade.”

 

“Like us?” I gestured between myself and Mo Míng.

 

To my surprise, Mo Míng’s expression immediately turned disdainful: “Our Wolf God clan is different from the Blood Clan! We are protectors, but the Blood Clan does not protect their pact makers. Once their contractees die, they seek others. They are a race without integrity or chastity!”

 

Mo Míng’s tone was particularly disdainful and even angry, apparently upset that I compared him to the Blood Clan.

 

I felt a twinge of apology, feeling that I had insulted his, no, his wolf’s honor.

 

“How did your group get so badly injured?” Just then, a nonchalant conversation came from above.

 

“It’s all because Senior Mo Míng got snatched by the useless bunch.”

 

I immediately looked at Mo Míng, whose emerald green eyes showed a trace of guilt, and his silver-gray ears drooped slightly.

 

Looking up, through the gaps in the shelves, I could see a male and a female senior.

 

“Indeed, your group lost Senior Mo Míng, and the combat strength has diminished a lot. But, have the monsters been appearing too frequently lately?”

 

“It’s indeed suspicious. There never used to be so many, and they all seem to be coming from the Demon Realm. By the way, your team leader is Senior Xuán Yuè, has she revealed anything?”

 

The other shook their head: “Nothing specific, but… I once overheard a phone conversation between Xuán Yuè and Xuān Yuanchen, mentioning something about increasing rifts in the Demon Realm…”

 

“Rifts in the Demon Realm!” one exclaimed, and the other quickly covered his mouth: “Don’t speak so loudly! It could cause panic! Since the great war ten years ago when the demon race rebelled against the immortal realm, it has not recovered its vitality. The sudden increase in monsters really is alarming…”

 

“Yes, the war ten years ago still haunts me. Many were sacrificed during that time.”

 

They both lowered their heads in silent reflection, then sighed and flew away.

 

So, the immortal realm is not as peaceful as I thought. I better buy more healing items.

 

Suddenly, I felt Mo Míng staring at me. Although he often listened intently, the quality of his gaze was different this time; being stared at for long, I could tell the difference.

 

I looked at him, and he was watching me with a peculiar look: “How do they not notice you?”

 

“Hehe,” I said proudly, twirling the blood bottle in my hand, “Xuān Yuánchén once said that I am a mortal, so I receive special protection in the immortal realm, and you all can’t detect me.”

 

Mo Míng’s silver-gray ears twitched, and then, with a “whoosh,” he disappeared from my sight.

 

I stood there dumbfounded, trying to process his sudden disappearance. What was he hiding for?

 

Wondering about it, I hear a “whoosh,” he reappeared, and we stared at each other. “I really can’t detect you.”

 

Come on! Is it really that boring?

 

“Maybe because I see you every day, I didn’t realize this,” he said, tilting his head to examine me, his emerald eyes twinkling. Suddenly, his wolf ears perked up, “Let’s make a pact!”

 

I looked at him puzzled, “Aren’t we already master and servant? What pact are we talking about?” I turned back to the shelf, picked up a bottle for the Dragon Clan, and placed it in the cart, while Mo Míng stepped closer: “No, previously I unilaterally acknowledged you as my master because you never accepted me, so we didn’t form a pact. I can’t be truly connected with you and have a sense of resonance.”

 

“You want to be truly connected with me?!” I grabbed a box of divine healing plaster and threw it into the cart, “Forget it, I want to save my heart for a boyfriend.”

 

“I don’t mind being your boyfriend.”

 

I turned stiffly to look at him, his emerald green eyes as serious as ever.

 

“That is absolutely impossible!” I exclaimed loudly.

 

He was taken aback, blinked, and looked down somewhat embarrassedly: “You’re mocking me…”

 

I froze. Why did those three words sound so shy?

 

“I’m not mocking you. If you become my boyfriend, you’ll become a mortal.”

 

“That’s absolutely impossible.” Finally, the phrase returned to its rightful owner. He lifted his face, showing none of the shyness typical of romantic relationships, more like he was explaining a profound truth: “If I become your boyfriend, I don’t love you, so I won’t become a mortal.”

 

What kind of logic is that!

 

“Why would you be my boyfriend if you don’t love me?” I looked at him strangely, continuing to browse the goods, realizing we were never on the same wavelength.

 

“Because you said only your boyfriend can be truly connected with you, so I have to choose to be your boyfriend. In your human world, must there always be love between boyfriends and girlfriends…”

 

“Stop!” I couldn’t take it anymore and raised my hand in surrender, “I’ll sign with you, just stop buzzing in my ear.”

 

“So now I am your boyfri…”

 

“Shh!” I put my finger up to silence him, and he immediately clamped his mouth shut, looking at me with somewhat innocent emerald eyes. Frustrated, I turned back to my browsing, “Which one would suit Xiao No…” I searched and searched, then suddenly, a bottle was quietly pushed in front of me by Mo Míng.

 

I looked at the bottle, which was labeled “Exclusive for the Gū Tribe.”

 

“Gū Tribe?! Are you mistaken?!” I looked at Mo Míng, who still stared back silently. Annoyed, I said, “Why aren’t you speaking now?”

 

He blinked and drooped his ears, “You told me not to speak. You are my master.”

 

I turned, wanting to bump into the shelf, but suddenly, a hand reached out in front of me, and I ended up in his warm, soft palm. I stiffened, then turned my head to look at him: “What are you doing?”

 

He looked at me with even more concern: “Why are you trying to hurt yourself?”

 

“I’m hurting myself! Me?”

 

“Why are you angry?” He reached out to steady my head, but I immediately swatted his hand away: “Stay away from me, being with you makes it hard to breathe.”

 

“You’re lacking oxygen?” He looked at me anxiously, “Did the No-Face’s poison seal your nostrils?” After saying that, he reached out to hold my chin, and his face immediately loomed over mine, blocking the holes in my mask, and I felt a gust of air blow in, prompting me to quickly close my mouth.

 

Thankfully, I had my mask.

 

With a “snap,” someone’s blood bag hit the ground.

 

Both Mo Míng and I stiffened. I turned stiffly to look, and Jiàng Yǎn was staring at us, the blood bag at his feet, with blood slowly spreading on the floor.