The King's Game

Chapter Four: BLACK KNIGHT IV

Gu Huai slept very comfortably with his cold and hard pillow.

It was natural that he would be hungry after a long sleep. Gu Huai woke up in a daze, he felt an object pressing right in front of his lips.

Food.

Relying on their sense of smell, young zergs lack resistance to the food they were fed. They received all kinds of food in their drowsy state.

Gu Huai thought he was still dreaming because he had eaten meat. Since he crossed into this world, his food had been nothing but eggshells.

Shortly after chewing and biting several pieces of dried meat, the feeling of an object touching his lips occurred again. This time, Gu Huai responded quickly.

“Hmm…?” The young man was puzzled after biting and feeling the difference from the previous food.

Seems a little wrong?

No, if he thought about it carefully, nothing seemed right ah… Gu Huai opened his eyes, and suddenly saw a pair of magnificent pale gold eyes.

The pale golden eyes could be described as beautiful. Although it was a warm color, it lacked heat, like a sun that had fallen.

The owner of those eyes was very handsome. The indifference on his face contrasted with his vertical pupils, which produced an unusual aesthetic.

From those eyes, he could see his reflection. When he saw his reflection clearly, Gu Huai’s body stiffened. At this moment, Gu Huai thought seriously about whether he wanted to pretend to be sleeping, so that he did not have to face the awkward reality in front of him.

But Gu Huai also knew that his idea was unrealistic, because when he opened his eyes, the pale golden eyes was already fixed on him.

His fingers were being nibbled on,the silver-haired zerg who was normally indifferent reacted as his eyes squinted.

The feeling of being bitten came from his fingertips. Every time the young man tried to bite him, the tip of his tail, which was being used as a pillow, moved slightly.

This kind of bite was really not painful to him, even if the young zerg bit hard enough, it would not have caused him any harm.

It was really weak. Feeling the random bites on his fingertip, the silver-haired Zerg drooped his eyebrows.

“Weak”, he thought without a change of expression.

The word itself was incompatible with the Zergs. If it was caused by birth defects, the Zerg cub would not receive any tender care.

There were only two outcomes for his metamorphosis, power or death.

As soon as he thought about it, Alves noticed that the teeth that had been biting his finger had suddenly loosened.

The young zerg in his arms had woken up, and looking at him, the silver-haired zerg’s tail unconsciously moved and continued to be a pillow in the young zerg’s hands.

The youth’s face showed a panicked expression briefly, the silver-haired Zerg frowned and subconsciously radiated strong pressure filled with warning.