"How could this little Blood Clan member be so ruthless as to devour her own kind?!"

Cha Erlang walked toward the little maid, watching in confusion as she parted her lips and bit hard into the furry little ball, swallowing its blood.

A mouthful of fur must have tasted strange.

Blood Clan members absorbed Mosterian blood to replenish strength. Hui Tailang slightly narrowed his blue eyes, deeply regretting taking the little coal ball on the maid’s head seriously.

He’d thought it was just a smelly ornament. Never expected her to carry such a powerful blood-replenishing pack.

He saw the wound on her right calf heal rapidly. A terrifying aura radiated from her. He signaled Cha Erlang to step back and keep distance.

Hui Tailang had been careless.

He tensed, noticing her expression looked utterly strange.

Hui Tailang had seen truly powerful Blood Clan members. They had overwhelming strength, easily subduing any Mosterian.

This little maid was the opposite. Like she’d suddenly gained immense power her body couldn’t control.

The absorbed blood merged into her veins. Her fair skin flushed slightly. She breathed heavily with caution, hiding her unusual face.

Hui Tailang got quite an eyeful. She looked like she craved caresses and love. Her vulnerable, panicked eyes tempted him to rush closer.

"I warn you both—don’t take another step!"

Ouyang struggled to stay calm. Their strange stares gave her the real illusion they wanted to tear her clothes off right there.

Her exhausted body recovered fast after absorbing the coal ball’s blood. Even her calf wound healed.

"Do you know how tempting you are now? You’re practically begging us to finish you off."

Ouyang’s head buzzed. She couldn’t hear their words. Just seeing their disgusting faces made her want them gone.

A fireball surged through her body. She felt feverish, dizzy.

The coal ball’s blood forcibly boosted her ability from Stage D to Stage A.

She stared straight at the Wolfkin brothers and commanded them. They didn’t advance. Gripping her dagger, she silently murmured:

"I can do it. I can kill them both with one stab—if not, I’ll stab again and again."

She staggered forward. Her overloaded body ached terribly with every move. She craved cool touch, wanting…

The Bloodkin Prince’s figure flashed in her hazy mind. His cool, real touch terrified her.

She couldn’t stop her crazy thoughts. Her body craved his icy temperature. Wanted his caress. Wanted to possess him.

This feeling was bizarre.

"You little brat, untie me or I’ll—"

Curses from the Wolfkin brothers reached her ears. Ouyang closed her eyes in irritation and shouted:

"Shut up! Be quiet!"

She leaned heavily on a tree trunk like a feverish patient. "I wanted to kill you myself," she said with a tired smile. "But it’d waste my energy."

She wanted to end this fast. Make these blood-related Wolfkin brothers suffer mentally. Killing them wasn’t enough.

Her scarlet eyes glowed deeper in the lightless pine forest, sinking into night.

Ouyang parted her lips slightly, revealing four small white fangs. She smiled and gave her next command:

"Fight each other. Beat your opponent until they breathe no more. The winner must then commit suicide."

They couldn’t refuse a Blood Clan order. Couldn’t stop attacking their own brother.

Hui Tailang’s panicked face strained as his fists clenched. He swung hard at Cha Erlang. Both fought with grief and rage. Tragic howls echoed through the silent pines.

Only when the fighting stopped and both lay in blood did Ouyang rest against the tree.

Night had fallen. She didn’t know how long had passed.

Mission complete, yet Ouyang felt no joy—only misery.

"So hot…"

"My body’s about to explode…"

Leaning on the cool trunk, sitting on cold grass—nothing eased the inner heat.

Her body felt like a bomb ready to burst.

Cool hands on her skin didn’t help. Ouyang realized what expression Hui Tailang meant.

She shook her head, fighting to stay clear. Never absorb that guy’s blood again—it was poison. Deadly poison.

The deserted pine forest held only two corpses and the coal ball playing dead.

Ouyang’s hands slid gently toward the dangerous devil’s triangle zone. She choked nervously, whimpering sadly.

"I really… can’t take this heat…"

"Let me help you."

A familiar, annoying voice startled her from behind. She snapped her hands back obediently. Nothing happened. Nothing seen.

A trace of cool air brushed her back. Restless, Ouyang stopped him sharply:

"Don’t touch me!"

She feared relying on his coolness. Afraid she’d lose her true self in chaos.

Ouyang constantly reminded herself she was a boy. The Bloodkin Prince twisted her mind, urging her to change, forget her past.

Clenching her fists against the pain, she heard a gentle yet infuriating whisper by her ear:

"Hmm? What, planning to do it yourself?"

"I…"

Ouyang’s flushed skin burned hotter. Her face steamed at his words.

"You were reaching there. I won’t disturb you. Please, go ahead~"

His casual tone—like cracking sunflower seeds while watching a show—was pure teasing.

Damn…

You evil Bloodkin Prince, just you wait!