Chapter 67

Ji Jiangci's expression froze slightly; he hadn't expected Ye Xi'an to think that way—he had misunderstood her, and Ye Xi'an really was different from before.

After his rationality returned, Ji Jiangci recalled his earlier actions; his blue, glass-like pupils filled with a hint of self-reproach and guilt. Looking at Ye Xi'an again, he saw the little female's eye corners brimming with tears, her long lashes clumped together, her fair, round, moist nose tip now red—likely from his impact.

He walked past the glaring Bao Jing, strode up to Ye Xi'an, lowered his head to carefully inspect her nasal cavity; although there was no bleeding, there could still be internal damage.

But it's okay; nothing happened.

Ji Jiangci lowered his head, his slightly curled forehead hair blocking his deep brows and eyes; his voice like a stream flowed into Ye Xi'an's ears: "Sorry, I hurt you by bumping, go back." Ji Jiangci's words stalled for two seconds, his pink lips barely pressing: "Go back, I can whip you or step on your neck."

Ye Xi'an's veins twitched; who wants to be whipped or have their neck stepped on? She upholds socialist core values—how could she do such a yandere thing?

But seeing Ji Jiangci's guilty expression, she sighed—it's still the havoc left by the original owner: "It's fine, not really painful."

Ye Xi'an closed her eyes, desperately taking the blame for the original owner: "Also I'm at fault; if I hadn't been so immature before, I wouldn't have given you this stereotype. But rest assured, I will seriously learn to be a qualified female master, absolutely not dragging you down."

Before Ji Jiangci could say anything, Yi Yang beside him burst into tears.

The 1.9‑meter‑tall beastman shed tears like pearls, flung himself into Ye Xi'an's embrace, sobbing about these months' hardships—as if he had waited years, finally hoping for his husband's prodigal return, the miserable wife.

Ye Xi'an couldn't help laughing at her own imagination—how could there be such a tall miserable wife? With that build, if the husband dared to be unfaithful, a beating wouldn't be honest.

Lin Zhi Jing had long been impatient at the side; he stepped forward and lifted the sniveling Yi Yang: "Useless thing, hurry up and let go—Ye Xi'an still has things to do."

"Lin Zhi Jing, what are you doing? Let Yi Yang go quickly." Ye Xi'an saw Lin Zhi Jing lifting Yi Yang as if lifting a puppy; although Yi Yang is a bit taller, Lin Zhi Jing possibly because of his high ability level has tremendous strength—he can effortlessly straighten his arm and lift the nearly two‑hundred‑catty Yi Yang with one hand into the air.

"Look at him being cowardly—where's the male bearing? It's just embarrassing you." Lin Zhi Jing simply couldn't understand why Ye Xi'an would accept such a Beast Husband instead of him.

Yi Yang's legs, clad in knee‑length big shorts, flailed helplessly in the air; hearing Lin Zhi Jing's words, he felt a bit indignant—although his ability is indeed weak, he is not at all cowardly.

His eyes flickered; taking advantage of Lin Zhi Jing talking to Ye Xi'an, Yi Yang exerted his waist and abdomen, lifted his leg to clamp Lin Zhi Jing's waist, embraced Lin Zhi Jing with both hands and lifted his own arm, then surged forward trying to overturn Lin Zhi Jing.

But unfortunately, although Lin Zhi Jing was talking to Ye Xi'an, he actually kept a shred of attention on Ji Jiangci; this jerk didn't budge Lin Zhi Jing in the slightest—instead, he sprained his own wrist.

Ah!

It hurts; Yi Yang's face is twisted in pain—compared to the bodily pain, the mental blow is heavier; he almost cried from his own stupidity, and his wife will surely despise him for being embarrassing.

"Lin Zhi Jing!" Ye Xi'an heard Yi Yang's miserable cry—though brief, she still heard it, especially his wrist bone jutting out horribly, as if it would pierce through the skin.

"Let him go! He's my husband—whether embarrassing or not, it's none of your business!"

Ye Xi'an's deliberate words distancing their relationship made Lin Zhi Jing's heart jolt; he immediately released Yi Yang, a dark light flashing in his lowered eyes—he couldn't be so forceful now, or Ye Xi'an would dislike him.

He forced a smile on his icy face: "I didn't mean it—who knew he'd suddenly exert himself? Anyway, it's fine; I can heal him."

Yi Yang was suddenly released and sat down hard; before he could react, an ice‑cold, bone‑piercing hand grabbed his wrist—with a crack, the bone snapped back into place.

As his wrist lit up with a bright white glow, Yi Yang was astonished to find that his wrist felt no pain at all.

His eyes brimmed with amazement: "Doctor Lin, your medical skill is amazing!"

Lin Zhi Jing's cold face: "It's not medical skill—it's ability. I am a healing‑system ability user."

Ji Jiangci immediately sensed something off: "I remember when we came out, your attack was metal‑system ability." He suddenly thought of a possibility; his pupils contracted slightly, his heart full of astonishment: "Are you a dual‑system ability user?"

"Hmm."

As soon as he said that, the looks of the people around changed.

"What's wrong with dual‑system?" Ye Xi'an didn't really understand why dual‑system would make their expressions so strange.

"On Zhu Shen Xing, most males are single‑system ability users; as for those dual‑system, even triple‑system, they are the main god's favorites, extraordinarily talented—often able to level up after just one mission." Ji Jiangci's eyes showed longing: "You know, some beastmen might complete several missions and still not level up."

This gap really makes one's eyes sore.

Speaking of this, Yi Yang feels it most deeply; before adulthood he also took a few low‑difficulty missions himself, yet to this day he remains a first‑level ability user—truly sad.

Bao Jing also didn't expect that Lin Zhi Jing was actually a dual‑type ability user; he was already no match for him, and now the gap is even wider, making his teeth itch with anger—people are more infuriating than anything.

"Just a healing type, what's so great about it," Bao Jing said, taking Ye Xi'an's hand: "Come on, wife, let's go buy clothes."

Most clothing shops in San Huan sell plain styles, looking much like what Ye Xi'an saw on Diqiu, and the prices are very affordable, with an average around a thousand.

Thinking of the couple outfits she spent over ten thousand on before, Ye Xi'an felt a pang of regret, wishing she had known to buy them here.

But Bao Jing and the others can't really appreciate these; at most the clothes just cover the body, and they add no charm whatsoever.

Fortunately they already have wives; if those unmarried male beastmen wore these, they'd never find a wife in this lifetime.

Ye Xi'an kept pulling out piece after piece of clothing, standing before the mirror to compare; she liked them all, the material was soft and very breathable.

But looking through the mirror at the husbands behind her, their faces dead‑pan, she asked oddly, "Don't you guys pick out clothes?"

(End of chapter)