I Must Escape This Human's Clutches

Ao Qing froze for a moment.

Then he saw Zhong Qing bring over the leftovers he had just cleared away.

"Disciple, it's truly a miracle this dog is still alive, so I plan to keep him. Don't waste the leftovers from now on," Yi Feng instructed Zhong Qing.

"Master is merciful." Zhong Qing nodded and said, "I'll save all the leftovers for him from now on."

"Good disciple."

Yi Feng smiled approvingly.

Listening to the master and disciple echo each other, Ao Qing's face turned utterly livid.

So they were planning to feed him leftovers?

Awoo, no!

I am a dignified Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf, the son of the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor. How could I eat leftovers?

Humiliation. The greatest humiliation!

Humans!

Damned humans!

Screw your grandfather.

Ao Qing rampaged around the courtyard. He could accept kneeling before this human to save his life, but having to endure such humiliation on top of that? How could he accept it?

No. Absolutely not.

He clenched his jaws and secretly swore that he would rather die than eat such scraps.

"Master, this dog won't eat."

Zhong Qing opened his mouth and looked toward Yi Feng.

"Uh... maybe he's a little shy around strangers." Yi Feng rubbed his chin.

"Then what should we do?" Zhong Qing asked.

"Pour the food onto that stone slab. He'll eat it himself when he gets hungry. Go on and continue cleaning up," Yi Feng instructed.

This was going too far!

This was simply going too far!

Ao Qing turned his head aside and glared at Yi Feng with hateful, vicious eyes. He had originally been rather grateful that Yi Feng had spared his life.

Now, all he felt toward Yi Feng was the hatred born of humiliation.

"That little look really resembles the Husky I had in my previous life." Seeing Ao Qing's gaze, Yi Feng could not resist grabbing his dog head and giving it a vigorous rub.

But in Ao Qing's eyes, this was yet another blatant humiliation.

Yi Feng did not bother with him any further. Having just eaten and drunk his fill, it was the perfect time for an afternoon nap. He reclined peacefully in his lounge chair, occasionally waving his palm fan as soft snores slowly escaped him.

Looking at the sleeping Yi Feng, Ao Qing's face was full of ferocity.

He wondered whether he should take this chance to attack the damned human. Yet in the end, he still lost his nerve.

He was certain that if he made even the slightest improper move, there would be no chance of survival.

"No, I must escape this human's clutches. I want freedom."

For the entire afternoon, Ao Qing thought about how to escape this hellish place, but things went against his wishes. The front hall was the only route out.

Several times, he stepped into the front hall, only to be so intimidated by those eighteen portraits that he did not dare move.

At last, he gave up on escaping and lay down on the ground in exhaustion.

"But I'm so hungry!"

Lying there, his stomach growled again and again. Never mind his time here with Yi Feng—before that, he had already undergone a thousand-mile flight, and he was starving.

His eyes traitorously fell upon the leftovers on the ground.

"No."

"How could I, the young master of the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf Clan, possibly eat a mortal's leftovers?"

"Never!"

Ao Qing's gaze was resolute.

The sky gradually darkened.

Yi Feng stir-fried two more dishes. After dinner, he remembered Wangcai's condition and asked, "Disciple, has Wangcai still not eaten?"

"No, Master." Zhong Qing said worriedly, "Could Wangcai starve to death?"

"It's fine." Yi Feng said softly, "He's probably still shy around strangers. Take the leftover food over to him later."

"Yes, Master."

Zhong Qing nodded respectfully.

Before long, another round of dinner was brought to the backyard.

"Damned human, just how long do you intend to humiliate me?"

Seeing this, Ao Qing was so furious that smoke nearly poured from all seven of his apertures.

"How could I, of the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf Clan, submit to a human like you?"

"I, Ao Qing, would rather starve to death today than eat a single grain of food from you mortals."

"Grrr!"

The moment his words fell, his stomach let out another strange cry. Looking at his shriveled belly, his eyes once again unwillingly drifted toward the still-steaming leftovers.

"So long as Qingshan Mountain remains, there will be no shortage of firewood. I'll make an exception just this once."

Ao Qing gritted his teeth and thought to himself.

"Just once."

Seeing that neither Yi Feng nor Zhong Qing was around, Ao Qing darted over and began eating the leftovers off the ground.

"So good!"

"I have to admit, the dishes this damned human makes are actually quite delicious."

As the food entered his mouth, Ao Qing felt a surge of satisfaction and could not help praising it.

After wolfing everything down, he actually still wanted more.

Just then, Yi Feng walked into the backyard.

"Dogs really are cheap. He was howling and refusing to eat before, but now he's eaten every last bit." Seeing the spotless stone slab, Yi Feng curled his lips into a smile.

"Hiss!"

Ao Qing immediately bared his teeth, trembling from rage.

He now understood completely. This human was treating him as a plaything. Not only had he humiliated him with scraps and leftovers, he even mocked him with such words.

Yet he did not dare lay a hand on this man.

That night, the more Ao Qing thought about it, the more he hated him.

When Yi Feng came to the backyard the next day, Ao Qing immediately bared his sharp teeth at him.

Yi Feng rolled his eyes at him, ignored him completely, and walked into the inner hall.

With nothing else to do, he remembered that the kitchen cleaver was not working very well anymore, so he decided to forge a new one.

Blacksmithing was tiring.

Heat, force, and shaping—none could be lacking.

So after mastering the skill, he had rarely forged anything again.

"Eh!"

Just as he was reluctant to start because he feared the effort, he suddenly thought of something and abruptly fixed his gaze on Ao Qing nearby.

A smug smile appeared on his face.

But in Ao Qing's eyes, that smile was utterly chilling.

He had no idea what new trick this hateful human would use to humiliate him.

"Hehe, come on!"

Yi Feng directly led Ao Qing over to the forge. Beside the furnace was a bellows, and pulling it would stoke up a great fire.

Yi Feng thought that if he modified the bellows a little, he could have the dog pull it like a donkey turning a millstone, saving himself quite a bit of effort.

No sooner said than done.

Yi Feng quickly finished modifying the bellows. Then he tied Ao Qing to it and somehow found a dog bone, which he hung right in front of Ao Qing's mouth.

It worked on the same principle as dangling a carrot in front of a donkey's head.

Thus, Yi Feng had cobbled together a perpetual-motion machine powered by a bone.

"I really am a genius."

Yi Feng praised himself with a smile, kicked Ao Qing in the rear, and shouted, "Get moving."

Human!

I am irreconcilable with you.

Ao Qing roared venomously in his heart.

Why humiliate me like this? If it must be this way, you might as well kill me!

But when faced with death, he still lacked that courage. Under Yi Feng's tyranny, he could only reluctantly begin pulling the bellows.

Yet the hatred in his heart grew stronger and stronger!

As Ao Qing pulled the bellows, a great fire rose. Yi Feng held fire tongs in one hand and a sledgehammer in the other, beginning to shape the red-hot iron block in his hands.

Bang!

The instant the hammer fell, Ao Qing, whose face had been full of resentment, suddenly widened his eyes.

His face filled with utter disbelief.

"This..."