Chapter 616 - I’ll Probably Only Be Able to Let You Off When I Die (2/2)
Molly swallowed her saliva in horror, then nodded and said, “So long as you don’t harm me. When we return to the village, you’ll still be my mate.”
“You’re lying.” Carl deepened his voice, a sinister expression upon his face. He pinched her chin tightly, admiring this petite face that had scrunched up due to the pain.
“During this one year away from the village, I deliberately learned how to seduce females. What you like is merely the snippets of those males I’ve seen before.”
Molly froze.
Carl laughed and caressed her face with his other hand. “Using this method, I successfully seduced many females before trying it out on you. To my surprise, the fussy you turned out to be the fastest to fall for it amongst all of them.”
Molly widened her eyes, a string of tears rolling down her cheeks and falling on the coarse large hand before slipping to the ground.
“Sorry…” Molly said between sobs. “What will it take for you to let me off?”
Carl lowered his gaze at his chest, then clawed at it ferociously, making a bloody imprint. The pain from his body was like a shot of anesthetic, bringing relief to the lost feeling in his heart for a fleeting moment.
There were several scars both faint and deep, a common thing on rootless beasts. Some beastmen even dug out their hearts and died because of it.
“I’ll probably only be able to let you off when I die.” Carl lifted Molly onto his shoulders and walked into the desert.
As there were plates tied to his feet, he didn’t leave any trace behind as he walked in the desert, in the reverse direction of the tiger king.
Winston and Alva chased for some distance but didn’t find any clues. Eventually, the footprints even disappeared.
“The smell’s probably dispersed in the wind.” Alva transformed into a human and dropped on his stomach to sniff the ground, anxiety evident in his voice. “I can’t sniff anything… Nothing at all… That stupid female!”
Never mind that she was playful, but she actually got herself abducted as a result of her playfulness. Her taste in males was terrible. She was so chummy with Bai Qingqing, so why couldn’t she learn a thing or two from her?
But at the thought of how he was one of the males Molly fancied, Alva felt like his knee had been impaled by a claw.