Lily's Husky bloodline was actually quite useful. For example, it gave her unprecedentedly strong nerves and an almost unbelievably carefree attitude. Hao Ren felt that this girl's ability to accept things was so powerful that even if someone wanted to kill her entire family, she might not necessarily realize it in time—thank goodness for this gift. After Vivian mentioned the "one-sixteenth Pekingese bloodline," Lily didn't pass out on the spot.
Hao Ren did.
Hao Ren's reaction was even more intense than Lily's, the person involved. After scrambling up from the floor, he rushed straight over to Vivian. "What did you just say? What do you mean, Pekingese bloodline?"
Vivian was much calmer. After all, she had been through all kinds of storms. "Husky spirits can turn into Werewolves. What's so strange about Pekingese bloodline? What if, besides the Husky branch, there really is a Pekingese branch among Werewolves?"
Hao Ren said, "What on earth are Werewolves in the real world?"
"Look on the bright side. You're not the only one who's surprised—I was just as surprised as you," Vivian said, patting Hao Ren on the shoulder. "To be honest, in all my years, I've never seen a 'Werewolf' like Lily either... But the facts are right in front of us, so all we can do is guess blindly."
"I don't think Lily is a Werewolf at all." Hao Ren did his best to clear away his distractions and said firmly, clinging to the last remnants of his worldview and reason, "Being a Husky spirit is already weird enough. Now there's even a Pekingese bloodline... Anyway, I refuse to believe that such bizarre branches really exist among Werewolves."
Lily looked at Hao Ren, then at Vivian, and grew curious. "Then what am I?"
Hao Ren grabbed Lily's hand. "You're really just