Oops! My Beast Mates Can Hear My Inner Voice

Outside Long Yan’s study.

An attendant said that Long Yan wanted to speak with Su Mo alone for a while.

Fei Yan nodded and waited outside the door with Xuan Qing.

Su Mo hadn’t known that Jiang Wu had suddenly launched an attack at dawn.

Fei Yan hadn’t had a chance to mention it to her after she woke up. Now, thinking back to their hesitant, half-spoken words at the dining table, it all became clear.

Jiang Wu had used a scheme to capture the Think Tank’s wife. When the Think Tank and Lord Lan Ling went to counterattack this morning, they fell for Jiang Wu’s treacherous plot.

The Think Tank, in his effort to help Lan Ling escape, was now trapped in the enemy camp. The two Little Dragons who had secretly followed were also trapped inside.

Despite their every precaution, Jiang Wu had still managed to find a gap in their defenses.

The Dragon Clan’s situation was already passive, and now it was even more so.

Su Mo’s hands, hidden in her sleeves, clenched slightly as she forced herself to remain calm.

She knew—just as everyone in the Dragon Clan knew—what the Think Tank and the Little Dragons meant to Long Yan.

Long Yan’s parents had passed away early. He was raised by the Think Tank from a young age, who taught and supported him all the way to his current position. To him, the Think Tank was both a strict teacher and a kind father figure.

The two Little Dragons had been in Long Yan’s care since their birth, and he had never treated them as mere attendants.

For a moment, Su Mo didn’t know how to comfort him. At a time like this, any words would seem pale and powerless. The only thing that mattered was rescuing the Think Tank, his wife, and the two Little Dragons as quickly as possible.

Su Mo faintly detected an unusual aura lingering in the air.

Her brow furrowed. She suddenly strode toward Long Yan and grabbed his wrist. "You took a Fiery Fire Pill?!"

This type of Elixir could boost one’s power in the short term, but it came at the cost of consuming one’s own vital essence and blood. To put it bluntly, it was a crooked, unorthodox method of increasing power.

The slightest misstep could be fatal.

Long Yan’s pupils constricted. He knew he couldn’t hide it from her, nor had he intended to.

Su Mo frantically fumbled in her pouch and pulled out a few pills. "Quick, take these! To suppress it..."

Before she could finish, the man before her suddenly pulled her into his arms.

Unlike their previous embraces, this one was so forceful it felt as if he wanted to crush her into his very being.

"Long Yan..." Su Mo called his name in a fluster.

His low, restrained voice sounded by her ear. "I know what you want to say, but can you... just listen to me first."

"The Think Tank was strict with me since I was a child, but he never lacked concern for me. And while Nannan and Dongdong are my attendants, they’re more like the children I raised. If I can’t even protect them, what use is all this power I have...?"

Su Mo’s eyes stung, and her heart trembled. A thousand thoughts flooded her mind in an instant.

She should be telling him to cherish his life, to be cautious, but her lips quivered, and in the end, she couldn’t say the words. ’There are some bonds in life... that make you want to risk it all, no matter the consequences.’

Su Mo took a deep breath, suppressing the tears welling in her eyes, and reached out to hug the man before her.

Her voice was soft yet exceptionally firm. "Alright. I’ll go with you."

Long Yan’s chest heaved. He tightened his arms slightly, pulling her deeper into his embrace.

"It seems I always meet you when I’m at my worst. We never seem to meet at a good time... but I..." ’...still couldn’t help falling for you.’

She was like a ray of light, always breaking through the clouds when he was at his darkest and most helpless. Whether he was covered in blood or utterly wretched, she could always shine into the depths of his heart with such calm composure.

The Think Tank had once told him jokingly, "Miss Su is like a spark that can start a wildfire. Every time you look at her, you’re like a man long dwelling in the abyss who suddenly sees the light."

"It’s inevitable that you would fall for her; no one can refuse the presence of light. A fire like that, a light like that... even if you get burned, no one would be willing to let go. If you like her, you must fight for her, seize her."

Yes, he would never be able to escape the shackles of his feelings for her in this lifetime. There would never be another person who would witness him at his lowest and still help him escape his plight with such unwavering effort.

Some people were like a spell carved into your very bones and blood; once you met them, you were destined to never escape.

It was the fortune of a lifetime.

But he never dared to hope he could grasp such fortune, fearing that the dream would shatter at his fingertips the moment he reached out. She was his light, and light could penetrate any crack to shine through. He just had to be the one chasing the light; there was no need for her to stop for him.

Later, Su Mo emerged from Long Yan’s study.

Fei Yan and Xuan Qing had stayed with Long Yan in the study to analyze the current situation. By the time they came out, they learned that Su Mo had gone to the city wall.

Little Nine’s somewhat dejected voice rang out in her mind: "Don’t be too sad, Host. The Dragon Clan’s Think Tank is a Level Eight Beastman. He’ll definitely protect the two Little Dragons."

Su Mo frowned. "But the Think Tank is very old, and Jiang Wu has so many tricks up her sleeve. He might not be able to handle her."

Hearing the worry in her tone, Little Nine tried to comfort her, "Look on the bright side~ You have a Totem now, so you might just be able to take on Jiang Wu~"

She fell silent for a moment. Given the situation, no one could expect to get away unscathed.

"Doesn’t Jiang Wu have any weaknesses? What’s her true form?"

She hadn’t paid attention when she read the original story, because this wasn’t mentioned in the early parts of the novel.

Little Nine was silent for a long while before speaking: "An Azure Bird."

"What?!" Su Mo exclaimed inwardly.

According to legend, this bird was capable of Nirvana Rebirth. As long as it evolved to be powerful enough, its soul could become immortal.

"Are... are you sure I can beat someone like that?"

Little Nine: "Uh... give it a try~ Either you die or she does~ Just go for it!"

"...But this is hell-level difficulty!"

Little Nine frowned. "Not necessarily~ You were chosen from ten thousand candidates. Don’t boost the enemy’s morale and diminish your own!"

Su Mo scowled. "You guys at the System Administration Bureau are such bastards. This is blatantly sending me to my death!"

Little Nine: "Don’t panic, Host, you can still be saved! Hurry up and try to level up!"

An idea suddenly struck Su Mo, and she began to lay a trap. "You have the nerve to say that? Can’t you just give me the Golden Finger already! At a time like this, you’re still telling me to level up? Why don’t you just wait until after she’s killed me to level me up!"

"You definitely know a shortcut to level up. Hurry up and think of something!"

Little Nine: "...You’re digging a pit for me again~ I don’t have a way. You have to figure out how to level up yourself!"

Su Mo raised an eyebrow, fearless. "If you won’t level me up, we can just die together. With you to keep me company on the Yellow Springs Road, I won’t be lonely."

"..." Little Nine was so angry its teeth were chattering. "This opportunistic method of yours is really not advisable~"

Su Mo huffed. "I don’t care. The lives of so many people in this Beast World are in your hands now. You figure it out."

"Hmph!" Little Nine said indignantly. "Don’t you try to guilt-trip me! I’m just a system with no morals!"

Su Mo heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see Fei Yan and Xuan Qing walking toward her.

Xuan Qing said with a frown, "A plague has already begun to break out on Jiang Wu’s side. Many of the medicinal herbs on the mountain have been taken. She will definitely send troops before a large-scale outbreak occurs. We must be extra careful these next two days."

Su Mo’s brow furrowed, but she remained silent. She knew this battle had to be fought.

And it could not be lost.

Meanwhile, in Jiang Wu’s tent.

With a long whip in hand and a grim expression, she stared at the Dragon Clan’s Think Tank before her.

"Think Tank, you’re truly loyal to your Lord Major General. You won’t reveal his fatal weakness even after all this torture?"

With that, Jiang Wu struck him again with the whip.

The Think Tank winced in pain but didn’t make a sound.

Jiang Wu sneered and lashed him a few more times. "I just love torturing tough nuts like you!"

Beside her, Ai Ci said coldly, "Just tell us the Dragon Clan’s secret escape route, and we’ll let you and your wife leave to live out your days together."

"Pah!" The Think Tank spat a mouthful of blood at him.

Enraged, Ai Ci snatched the long whip from Jiang Wu’s hand and viciously tortured him with it.

Only after the man was beaten until his skin split open and his flesh was exposed did they have him sent to the prison.

Seeing the blood-soaked Think Tank, the two Little Dragons crawled over, crying. "Grandpa Think Tank, does it hurt?"

The Think Tank shook his head, reassuring them, "It doesn’t hurt. Don’t worry."

The old Think Tank’s wife sighed, came over to wipe the blood from his face, and with red-rimmed eyes, lamented, "Didn’t I tell you long ago that if this day ever came, you shouldn’t worry about me? I’m not afraid to die. Why were you so foolish?"

The Think Tank raised a hand to wipe away her tears. "We’ve been husband and wife for so many years. How could I possibly abandon you now? How could I bear to leave you here all alone?"

"But you just came here like this! What about Long Yan? What about all the clan’s affairs? You’ve been cautious your whole life, so why be so impulsive and headstrong in your old age?!"

"The Lord Major General is grown up now. He can take care of himself and handle those matters. I’ve spent my entire life working for the clan; it’s about time I did something for you. All my life, I’ve always done what I was supposed to do. I need to do something I *want* to do. I don’t want to reach this age..." He paused for a moment. "...and have you feel that you married the wrong man."

"But I don’t want to watch you die for me!"

"Nonsense. That boy, Long Yan, will come rescue us."

The eyes of the two Little Dragons beside them suddenly lit up. "That’s right! The Lord Major General will definitely come save us!"

The husband and wife exchanged a look, a flicker of worry in their eyes.

They were old Beastmen. Up close, they could smell the aura on Jiang Wu and already knew that she was no ordinary Beastman; she was extremely difficult to deal with.

Moreover, she had countless soldiers under her command. The Dragon Clan’s chances of winning this battle were not high.

...

After night fell, Long Yan launched the first wave of his attack against Jiang Wu, just as planned.