Quick Transmigration: The Host Refuses to Save the Mission Target

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    "The key." Pei Song suddenly spoke.

    "Ah?" The village chief was stunned for a moment before he realized what Pei Song wanted to do. He waved his hands and said in a panic, "This cage can't be opened. Ah Shi is out of control and will go crazy and bite people when he comes out."

    Pei Song glanced at him: "Really? But I saw that he was quite obedient when you asked him to attack me."

    "This..." The village chief was embarrassed when he mentioned the sneak attack, and explained in a low voice, "That's because he took medicine in advance, and now the effect of the medicine has worn off. Don't look at him pretending to be quiet, maybe he is thinking about how to hurt people..."

    Not in the mood to listen to him, Pei Song became impatient and stretched out his hand to repeat: "Key."

    The village chief wanted to refuse again, but Pei Song signaled with a look, and the follower beside him immediately stepped forward, drew out the sword on his waist and looked at him coldly.

    Village chief: "..."

    The village chief didn't dare to speak, and tremblingly took off the key from his waist and handed it to Pei Song.

    Pei Song took the key and walked towards the iron cage. The village chief showed some fear on his face and walked away two steps.

    The attendant watching from the side was also a little worried, frowning: "Master, how about..."

    Pei Song raised his hand to interrupt him, walked to the iron cage and squatted down.

    The person curled up inside stared at him silently.

    His dark eyes shone through his long forehead hair, like the eyes of a wild beast, dark and dangerous.

    Pei Song opened the door of the iron cage directly.

    "Ashi." He pursed his lips and called softly.

    After a while, Ashi moved.

    He arched his back and slowly climbed out of the iron cage. The shoulder blades on his back contracted and expanded with his movements, and the chains on his hands and feet made a swinging sound.

    He did have beautiful muscles, with density and explosive power reaching the peak, as if he could fiercely break someone's throat in just a moment. Everyone present held their breath unconsciously, as if they were watching a very dangerous beast coming out of the cage.

    Pei Song picked a steamed bun from the plate of food and handed it to his mouth.

    The boy did not eat the steamed bun in Pei Song's hand. He paused for a moment, then lowered his head and licked his fingertips with his tongue.

    Pei Song could not help rubbing his fingertips, feeling wet and soft. "Don't lick it," he said, "eat."

    Perhaps he understood, the boy sat down, lowered his head, and began to eat from Pei Song's hand.

    He was as silent and quiet as ever when he ate.

    His back arched to form a beautiful arc, and the exposed skin on his back was covered with mud and debris, and full of scars of various sizes. It was obvious that no one had ever treated him.

    Pei Song stared at him for a while, then suddenly spoke and asked in a cold voice: "Aren't you going to apply medicine to him?"

    The village chief groaned and laughed dryly: "Why does this little injury need medicine? Ah Shi is used to it."

    Pei Song did not speak again, but his anger was slowly growing.

    He did not show it, and silently fed him a steamed bun, and then fed him some food and water.

    Seeing Ah Shi's long hair hanging down and rubbing against the food from time to time, Pei Song raised his hand to push his hair up a little.

    The village chief immediately shouted nervously: "Don't move!"

    After the voice fell, Ah Shi did not react excessively. Pei Song tucked his hair behind his ears. He just tilted his head slightly, rubbed his nose on Pei Song's fingertips, and then lowered his head to eat. The intimacy revealed made everyone present stunned.

    The village chief's expression was a little subtle for a moment. After a long silence, he said: "...It seems that he likes you very much."

    Pei Song did not comment.

    "I bought it." After a while, he said.

    "Ah? This..." The village chief hesitated for a moment.

    "Why, you don't want to sell it?" Pei Song raised his eyelids and looked at him indifferently.

    The village chief fell silent immediately. He didn't know what he was thinking. He showed an understanding expression and smiled flatteringly: "Sell, sell, of course I will give it to you if you want it. I will have someone wash it and send it to you right away."

    At this time, a follower happened to come to Pei Song for something. He thought they didn't dare to do anything. Pei Song nodded, touched Ah Shi's head, said I will be back soon, and then got up and left.

    ...

    The follower's visit to him was nothing big, Pei Song quickly dealt with it, and had a simple dinner. In the middle of the meal, a follower came to ask the village chief if he would let someone go to his room.

    Knowing that it was Ah Shi, Pei Song nodded, and after eating, he hurried back to his room.

    When he came back, it was completely dark.

    Pei Song returned to the room, and as soon as he opened the door, before he walked in, he suddenly felt something wrong.

    Pei Song stopped.

    The night in the mountains is always particularly dark. Except for a little moonlight coming in through the gaps in the wooden window, the rest of the room is immersed in darkness.

    A heavy breathing sound was particularly obvious in the silent and dark night.

    Pei Song frowned, but quickly reacted and said in a low voice: "He...Ashi?"

    No one responded.

    Pei Song took a few steps closer, raised his hand and lit the candle beside him with a tinder. The dim candlelight illuminated the room and also made the person on the bed clearly exposed in front of him.

    Pei Song fell silent after seeing it.

    The boy had been washed very clean, with his long hair tied up, revealing his sharp and handsome face. His hands were tied behind his back with a thick rope, and his face was abnormally flushed.

    His breathing was also abnormal, with a disordered and heavy rhythm, and the whole person seemed to be trying his best to endure.

    Seeing the firelight, the boy suddenly raised his eyes, and his sharp and sinister eyes paused when they touched Pei Song, and then softened, looking at him with wet eyes.

    He opened his mouth and spoke, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. His pronunciation was very strange, and it was hoarse with desire:

    "Uncomfortable..."