Chapter 75: Volume 1, Chapter 75: Ferocious Alpha x Soft Omega (15)

Rong Mingcheng pressed his ear close.

"Jing... Jing Cang..."

Rong Mingcheng's head felt like it exploded with a boom, his eyes nearly bursting as he stared fixedly at the girl in his arms; his usual warm, moist calm demeanor suddenly turned dangerous and frightening.

"Jing Cang?" he let out a soft snort, his voice squeezed from between his teeth.

Rong Mingcheng's fingers were no longer gentle; he roughly pinched her smooth, delicate chin, applying slight force to make her look straight at him.

"Be good, call me Mingcheng." His voice was low, hoarse, and sexy, exuding a numb, magnetic quality.

The black-haired girl's eyes shed crystal tears at the corners, her low panting voice trembling with sobs.

"Jing Cang... I feel so awful... sob..."

Rong Mingcheng's fox-like eyes were suffused with scarlet bloodshot veins, a bloodthirsty light surging from within; love and desire intertwined, forming a mad, pathological possessiveness.

Gripping her chin tightly, he leaned in and kissed her, silencing her words.

His movements were fierce and domineering, not allowing her the slightest dodge.

Time passed.

Finally, he gave her the temporary mark she wanted.

His sharp teeth bit into the back of her neck, and Rong Mingcheng injected his Alpha pheromones. Finally, his scarlet tongue lightly licked her neck skin.

The next afternoon at 4:30.

Jiang Zhi woke up leisurely, sniffing a scent not her own at the tip of her nose—a fresh, clear pine wood pheromone that only Rong Mingcheng possessed.

She raised her fingers to rub the back of her neck.

"Is this the temporary mark? I really want to do it again." She had been somewhat conscious earlier that night, and even when Rong Mingcheng marked her later, the feeling was indescribably comfortable.

777 had watched mosaics all night, exhausted: "Rong Mingcheng's Hatred Value is 100."

Although it was a happy night for Rong Mingcheng, the Host kept calling out Jing Cang's name all night.

Killing him and breaking his heart too!

Jiang Zhi hummed, sat up from the bed, looked around the unfamiliar surroundings, and asked leisurely, "Brother Seven, what's a lifetime mark like?"

777: "......"

It whispered softly: "All I know is that Jing Cang is coming to kill."

Jiang Zhi was somewhat surprised: "What did you say?"

777 repeated it, then answered: "After Jing Cang settled his grandfather's affairs, he 'raised troops in rebellion.'"

Joining the Jing family and other clans, they slaughtered all royalty overnight. Meanwhile, Rong Mingcheng and Rong Qingzhou were being hunted, rushing here as fast as they could.

Jiang Zhi: "... Are they all crazy?"

777 thought of those three mission targets, its mechanical voice trembling slightly: "They were crazy to begin with."

"Then I'll leave, bye." Jiang Zhi didn't want to face those three people at once, got up, and prepared to flee.

She got off the bed, her legs unconsciously weak and almost giving out; she stepped out of the master bedroom one step at a time, only to discover that outside was a dense forest.

777 commanded: "Walk this way and you'll see a road."

Jiang Zhi's body was very weak, yet her steps showed no hesitation; she walked into the forest, leaning on a tree branch.

After she had run for two or three hours, she finally saw the road the system had mentioned.

But before she could leave along the road, a figure suddenly appeared not far away.

Very familiar.

Jiang Zhi's pupils dilated slightly, tears welling in her heart: "Brother Seven, how did he find us so quickly?"

777: "...... I don't know either."

I had thought the Host could escape alive, but I didn't expect Jing Cang to have been watching nearby all along, not in a hurry, observing her flee, and then finally destroying her hope.

Like a pervert... well, he really is a pervert.

Jiang Zhi tripped and fell limp to the ground, watching the young man approach step by step, her heart turning cold.

"Jing, Jing Cang?" she called out dazedly.

Jing Cang walked up to her, paused, gently bent down, half-kneeling before her, softly rubbing her ankle, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Does it hurt?"

The girl had run too fast; the branches and thorns in the forest easily scraped her skin, drawing out beads of blood.

"No, it doesn't hurt." Her eyes were blurry; thinking of last night's events, she sobbed: "I... I'm not hurt."

Jing Cang raised his eyebrows, a few specks of blood staining the corners of his eyes, making him look especially dangerous.

Smelling the lingering foreign Alpha pheromone on her, he paused slightly, then drew closer; his dark eyes reflected the sheen of a cold-blooded creature.

"Zhizhi, I've come to save you, aren't you happy?" He lifted his finger to press against the back of her neck, squeezing gently.

Jiang Zhi's body suddenly stiffened; recalling what Rong Qingzhou had said, she trembled with fear.

"No, don't..." she shifted backward, trying to avoid his fingers.

Jing Cang would not let her escape; he easily pulled her into his embrace, then pressed against her neck gland, biting hard and wildly injecting his Alpha pheromones.

The surging, all-encompassing SSS-level Alpha pheromone flooded her neck gland, accompanied by tingling pain and electric-like stimulation; she tilted her head back uncomfortably, her eyes unfocused, glistening with clear tears.

"Sob..." so comfortable.

Finally, when her whole body was saturated with his pheromone, the corners of his eyes curled with pleasure as he scooped her up and left.

Bringing her back to consciousness, 777 delivered a piece of bad news.

Jing Cang killed Rong Mingcheng and was about to kill Rong Qingzhou right away.

Rong Mingcheng's love and hatred values were both maxed out, so his death didn't matter. But Rong Qingzhou's hatred value was still 20 short; he couldn't die so quickly.

Jiang Zhi opened her eyes to see nothing but darkness; moreover, her body was bound, unable to move.

"I'm a veteran too—can this even tie me up? Hmph. You really underestimate me!"

Jiang Zhi, who almost always enters the little black room in every world, is very familiar with this process; she easily undid the bonds on her body, undid the black cloth, and took a quick look around the whole room.

Finally she used a hairpin to pry open the locked window; it was just the third floor, she slowly climbed down, stepped onto the soft ground, and then let out a breath.

She knew very well that as soon as she left the room, Jing Cang would soon notice.

Therefore she had to race against time to find the hiding Rong Qingzhou.

Just after she changed into ordinary clothes, ranks of Wangong guards walked past her, searching for her.

Jiang Zhi slipped into the crowd, winding through twisting streets and alleys, and finally found Rong Qingzhou in the desolate, messy ruins.

Rong Qingzhou was severely wounded; probably before Jing Cang even arrived to kill him, he would die from his wounds.

Jiang Zhi dragged him to a nearby empty house and simply treated his wound.

"Rong classmate~"

"Wake up already, Rong classmate~"

777 suddenly spoke: "Jing Cang has already come this way looking for us."

Jiang Zhi heard the voice and even suspected that she had a tracker implanted on her.

"It's because Jing Cang marked you, so you'll have some sensations," 777 replied.

Jiang Zhi: "Ah, that's too spooky."

Her luck was not bad; the unconscious Rong Qingzhou lying on the ground slowly woke up.

"Zhi… Zhizhi…" His face had no color, deathly pale; his silver-white hair was stained with some blood, his deep blue eyes dull and lifeless, and as he looked into the depths of her eyes, a thick love showed.

"Run, leave, leave Jing Cang, he's already gone mad."