Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

When Ruan Qiuqiu noticed something was wrong with Mr. Big Bad Wolf, she had just carved a groove into a wooden stick with a bone knife, intending to embed the monster's sharp, bayonet-like claw into it.

She wanted to stand up and get some more resilient animal hide from the stone table to make a rope to secure the weapon. Following the flickering light, she saw a strange flush rise on Mr. Big Bad Wolf's handsome face.

Ruan Qiuqiu quickly put down the weapon in her hand, went to the bedside, and reached out to touch his forehead—

It was burning hot; he had a fever.

What Ruan Qiuqiu had been worried about had happened. She had thought before that Mr. Big Bad Wolf's serious injuries might cause inflammation and fever, so she had used boiled water and added healing water droplets.

But he still developed a fever.

Ruan Qiuqiu moistened a piece of animal hide towel, placed it on Mr. Big Bad Wolf's forehead, and sat by the bed, worriedly looking at his pale cheeks.

Because of the monster's surprise attack, Mr. Big Bad Wolf was injured, and the medicinal herbs at home were being used up even faster. Although Ruan Qiuqiu had tried her best to avoid waste, there were originally only eight herbs, and now only three remained.

She could no longer just passively wait in the cave for the snow to stop. As soon as the snow lessened, she would have to go out and search for some resources.

She still subconsciously relied on Mr. Big Bad Wolf, feeling that with him around, most creatures wouldn't dare to provoke them. She felt that by his side, everything was safe, and she just had to wait patiently.

But the monster, at the cost of nearly killing Mr. Big Bad Wolf, made her realize with fear and regret that this world was very dangerous.

If she wanted to change the seemingly inevitable death of herself and Mr. Big Bad Wolf in the original book, she had to work harder.

As Ruan Qiuqiu was thinking, she noticed that the black spots on Mr. Big Bad Wolf's face, which had been controlled, seemed to come alive again and began to spread rapidly.

Ruan Qiuqiu's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously tried to gather some spiritual energy from her dantian to condense water droplets, but her dantian was empty, nothing there.

She hesitated for a moment, then took out the magic core that Mr. Big Bad Wolf had brought back earlier from her pocket. —She had originally planned to keep this magic core and return it to Mr. Big Bad Wolf after he woke up.

After all, magic cores were very precious things.

Hundreds of times more precious than salt stones and medicinal herbs.

In this world, although the spiritual energy in the air was relatively abundant, strangely, there were very few condensed spiritual stone veins.

In such an environment, the cultivation of the Yao race basically relied entirely on talent and absorbing the spiritual energy in the air. Because of this, very few Yao could break through the fourth rank, condense a Yao core, and embark on the path of Yao King cultivation.

Precisely because spiritual stones were so scarce, magic cores were especially precious.

The number of demons was not large, but their probability of condensing a magic core was easier than that of the Yao race. Although demons fed on humans and weak Yao, the magic cores they condensed were very pure and were treasures for talented humans and Yao to cultivate and advance.

The richer and purer the color of the magic core, the more precious it was, and the one in her hand was of very good quality.

In the original book, the male lead, Lu Ziran, defeated a demon with third-rank strength during the winter beast tide, dug out a wind-type magic core from the demon's body that was the same as his own, and then broke through to the fourth rank in one fell swoop, condensing a Yao core.

Although Ruan Qiuqiu didn't know Mr. Big Bad Wolf's strength, she guessed that Mr. Food Reserve's strength before he was seriously injured was probably also at the third rank, close to the fourth rank.

Even if such a second-rank magic core wasn't of the same type as Mr. Big Bad Wolf's, if she kept it for him and exchanged it for one of the same type later, he would also be able to condense a Yao core.

At this moment, Ruan Qiuqiu, who had a misconception about her husband's abilities, thinking he was weak and helpless and a poor, helpless wolf who couldn't cultivate, Ruan, distressed about the magic core, Qiuqiu didn't realize that the big bad wolf in front of her, before his serious injury, was far more powerful than the lion, Lu Ziran, in the book.

If Mr. Big Bad Wolf knew that his little wife thought he was so weak, he would definitely overthink it again.

But Yuan Jue couldn't hear or see Ruan Qiuqiu's expression and struggle.

His memory stopped on the snowy winter night when he collapsed in the snow, his whole body filled with endless pain.

It wasn't just simple pain like before; it was a tearing and devouring pain that came from the depths of his Yao core.

It was so painful that he, who had never been intimate with any person or Yao and was extremely sensitive to any contact, didn't even notice that Ruan Qiuqiu was holding his big hand tightly.

The black spots on the wolf were spreading too quickly, as if they were about to form black lines. Ruan Qiuqiu couldn't care less about whether the magic core was precious or not. She held Mr. Big Bad Wolf's hand with one hand, clenched the magic core in the other, and closed her eyes.

She suddenly thought of a way and wanted to try it.

Bursts of pure energy came from the magic core. Ruan Qiuqiu guided the water-type spiritual energy along her meridians, circulating it for a full cycle, accumulating it in her dantian. After it formed her mutated water-type spiritual energy, she sent some of it into Mr. Big Bad Wolf's body through another pathway.

She didn't dare to send too much, just a small wisp, and then immediately focused her attention on Mr. Big Bad Wolf.

His long eyelashes trembled, his eyes moved, and although he still didn't open his eyes, his thick eyebrows seemed to be less tightly furrowed than before, and the speed of the rapidly spreading black spots also slowed down.

It seemed much more effective than feeding him directly.

Ruan Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that this method was effective, she no longer worried about whether the magic core was precious or not. Holding the magic core in one hand and Mr. Big Bad Wolf's big hand tightly in the other, she began to frantically absorb and convert the water-type energy in the magic core.

—Yuan Jue only felt that amidst the burning heat and pain, a cool spiritual energy was spreading through his meridians, little by little, to his limbs and bones, suppressing the darkness that was derived from his bloodline bit by bit.

The spiritual energy swirled, gradually lessening his pain.

But he had no strength left and couldn't sense anything.

Ruan Qiuqiu was certainly aware of Mr. Big Bad Wolf's current "weakness." From the ghastly wounds on his body and the spreading speed of the black spots, which almost rivaled the speed at which she was transferring spiritual energy, she could clearly see his current predicament.

Ruan Qiuqiu gritted her teeth, endured the gradually increasing pain in her dantian from excessive cultivation, and continued to convert the water-type ability into mutated water-type ability to fight against the black spots.

The whole process lasted for about half an hour. When Ruan Qiuqiu also felt pain in her meridians, the black spots on Mr. Big Bad Wolf, which looked like demonic energy, finally retreated and slowly faded.

But seeing this scene, Ruan Qiuqiu's expression didn't improve.

Because the black spots on Mr. Big Bad Wolf had only retreated, not completely disappeared, and the wolf was still burning with fever.

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