Elena was roasting a skewer of meat as well. “As far as I know, primitive people only had two meals a day.” “Oh, that must be because drilling for fire took up too much time!” Elena chuckled. “You’re quite an interesting person.

I’m never bored with you around, unlike other bodyguards I’ve met who always keep a straight face and act serious, deliberately making themselves unapproachable.” I replied, “Then in the future, if you want to hire a bodyguard, be sure to hire someone like me—one who can protect you and also keep you company, and at a reasonable price.” Elena laughed. “Ten billion US dollars, and you call that reasonable? My father must have shed blood over this.” Talking about money made me a little embarrassed.

Ten billion was indeed a staggering amount. If others could build time-space machines, the Shipping Magnate would never have sought us out. “I’ll go out and find some more firewood.

Keep an eye on the meat and don’t let it burn. Don’t let the flames die down,” I said, seeing the fire dimming. When I returned with another bundle of firewood, I saw Elena’s face flushed red as she turned the roasting meat.

For some inexplicable reason, the locust leg meat, which had almost finished cooking, began to sizzle, as if a lot more moisture had come out of it. I put down the wood. “How is it getting rarer the more you cook it?

Let me do it.” Elena just smiled and didn't speak. Soon the meat was done, and the two of us began our lunch. Elena handed me a skewer.

After I took a bite, she asked, “What does it taste like?” Chewing, I said, “Meaty! Don't let its size fool you; the meat is quite tender. Hurry up and eat!

What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for the primitive man to serve you soup?” Elena spat at me. “You’re the one waiting for lactation soup!

Hey, really taste it carefully. Is there no other flavor?” Suddenly, I noticed a milky white damp patch on Elena’s chest. Connecting that with the sight of her cooking the meat when I returned with firewood, I wondered if she had added something to the roast.

Was this, in a way, like indirectly drinking her milk? Thinking about it, the roast in my mouth did indeed have a peculiar taste. Elena asked with a smile, “Is it good?” I took a fierce bite of the meat.

“Fresh and tender. If this were brought back to modern times, it could sell for hundreds per skewer.” Elena scoffed, “Hah! As if!

Nobody else should even dream about it.” Roast meat laced with human milk really did taste extraordinary. It sent my mind wandering, and I was still savoring that faint milky fragrance all the way into the afternoon as I carried Elena on my back. I had a whole bevy of wives back home, so I certainly wasn't lacking in breasts, but not one of them produced milk.

I drank milk as a child, but I didn't understand anything back then, and I've long forgotten the taste. I never thought that in my twenties I would get to taste fresh human milk again. Was this an honor?

The speed of our travel in the afternoon increased significantly. My stamina recovered quickly. Although there were no clear paths left on the grassland, moving forward in a fixed direction based on the sun’s position would surely get us out.

Dusk deepened. Elena, leaning against my back, whispered nervously, “Zhao Qian, what is that sound? It’s been following us for a long time.” I tried to soothe her.

“It’s nothing, just the wind rustling through the grass.” “No, no. I listened closely. It’s not the sound of wind moving the grass; something is moving through it very fast.” Actually, I had already noticed the sound and scanned our surroundings.

It was a group of vipers, each over three meters long, trailing us. But they kept to their path, and I kept to mine. It would be best if we could ignore each other and live in peace.

“Don’t worry about it. If you’re sleepy, just lean on my back and rest for a bit.” Elena replied, “I want to lean back, but this bra is too stiff, and it hurts my chest; I can’t lean properly.” I thought to myself, Why not just take it off? Didn’t she say we should be completely open with each other?

When night fully descended, before the moon had risen—(I don't know if it was too early, or if there was simply no moon at this time; I hadn't seen one yet)—the contingent of snakes that had been following us finally revealed their presence. Led by two much larger serpents, they launched an attack on the two of us. My foot stumbled, and two snakes immediately seized my ankles, one on the left and one on the right.

Then, with a twist of their bodies, they rapidly climbed up my thighs. At that moment, vipers over three meters long surged from all directions, their scarlet tongues flickering as they coiled toward my body. Elena shrieked, “Snakes!

It was snakes all along!” I reached out one hand to pull off the snakes gripping my legs. As the other snakes swarmed in, I instructed Elena, “Hold on to me tightly; I need both hands to deal with them.” Elena clamped her legs together, and I felt a warmth against my back—that was Elena’s little secret place. The shell-like bra was sandwiched in between, hindering the closeness between her and me.

Without hesitation, she lifted the bra and flipped it behind her back, pressing her full, milk-secreting breast against my back. Elena clutched my neck, her feet clamped just above my lower front, occasionally brushing against my little brother. She told me, “I’m ready.

You can let go now.” With a great leap, I evaded the snakes’ first attack, then turned back to battle this mass of long reptiles. Their bodies were too slick, offering no purchase, making them incredibly difficult to handle. I could only rely on my immense strength to smash the heads of a few of them, but they kept coming, and judging by the sounds around us, more snake groups were still approaching.

After fighting for a while, I suddenly remembered how I had subdued giant snakes before with a loud howl. I wondered if this sound wave would work on these snakes. So, as I fought, I tried to let out a few long roars.

Elena shouted from my back, “What are you yelling about?” Unexpectedly, the snakes from six thousand years ago couldn’t understand my long howl; in fact, my roar agitated them even more fiercely. Elena yelled from my back, “Look what you’ve done! You’ve driven them mad!

There are too many snakes; let’s run! It’s not worth fighting them to the death.” Damn it, my temper flared up. In six thousand years, I was still a renowned Snake King and Rat King!

Was I going to be scared off by these low-class snake-cats and dogs? I’ll fight! With this thought, my strength surged.

Just then, a long snake lunged toward my neck, its tongue flicking. I snatched its body, pulled with all my might—bang!—and the snake’s body sprayed fresh blood as it snapped into two pieces. The blood further ignited the beasts’ ferocity, and even more snakes surged toward us.

My eyes burned with fury, spitting fire, and I grabbed and pulled any snake within reach. I didn’t know how many I broke in half, but I knew the pile of snake corpses on the ground grew thicker, while the number of attackers decreased. Both my body and Elena’s were soaked in snake blood, and my arms were aching and numb.

I didn’t know how much longer we could hold out. Whoosh! A fierce gust of wind swept by.

When I looked again, under the starlight, Elena and I were stunned into silence by what we saw before us! What in the world was that? A giant snake as thick as a man, lifting its ‘head,’ stood tall before us.

To our disbelief, its ‘head’ bore a human face! The contours and features of a person were clearly visible.

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