Chasing the Wind's bloated body was not fat, but rather filled with the spiritual energy and medicinal power he had painstakingly ingested over the past few days. He couldn't absorb it fast enough, so the medicine seeped into his muscles, causing his body to swell.
Of course, whether it was fat or swollen, Chasing the Wind couldn't run very well.
He was like a snow-white ball, and when he ran he looked like a ball rolling on the ground. He struggled to roll, rolling and rolling until he rolled straight into the forest, rolled around in there for a while, and then really couldn't run anymore.
"Dad probably won't chase me anymore, right?" he thought. He felt like he had already run very, very far, nearly running himself to death. "Eating too much really isn't good. I can't run."
Chasing the Wind leaned against a big tree, sitting with his legs crossed like a human, sticking out a big, round little belly. His originally strong paws had become short like a dinosaur's front limbs, clutching his belly.
Panting with his tongue hanging out, he thought: "Why would Dad want to kill me?" He didn't really understand.
Just then...
"Chasing the Wind!!" Qin Ran's sad cry pierced through the grass, across the river, through the forest, and into his ears.
He was so frightened he jumped, and the meat on his body shook like white jelly.
"Dad really will kill me!"
He didn't dare rest anymore. Exerting his strength, he rolled forward, got his limbs on the ground, shook off some dust, and continued running deep into the forest.
When Chasing the Wind escaped from the house, the sky had just darkened. By the time he stopped running in the forest, it was completely black out.
After running for a while longer, he couldn't see five fingers in front of him in the forest. Of course, this didn't impact him at all, because as a feline beast, and a legendary ferocious beast nurtured by darkness, he saw the dark as clear as day. For him, the darkness was like water to a fish.
In fact, he could see things in the dark even more clearly than in the light.
"Huff Huff..." Chasing the Wind panted heavily as he rolled under a tree, shaking all the meat on his body to help prop himself against the trunk. "Can't run anymore, really can't run anymore."
If Dad really wanted to eat him, then let him! He couldn't run anymore anyway.
Chasing the Wind leaned against the tree trunk, panting nonstop. His originally round eyes had been squeezed into slits in all the fat. He strained to look ahead. The forest was lively; there were birds and snakes in the trees, and pigs and bears on the ground. Further away, he could also see wolves, leopards, martens and more.
"Meow Meow..." Chasing the Wind called out happily to those animals. They were all friendly, looking at him - they must be welcoming him!
When Chasing the Wind meowed, although it sounded like a meow, those animals were still frightened and turned away. The timider wolves and snakes even took two steps back before regaining their senses. The tempting beast in front of them was just a little tiger, without sharp claws or fangs, posing no danger. So they turned back towards Chasing the Wind and stepped even closer, with the bolder martens and pigs approaching.
Seeing the animals seem to welcome him, Chasing the Wind was delighted. He wanted to play with them but when he tried moving his limbs, he still couldn't get them off the ground and had to give up. So he continued "Meow Meow Meow"-ing at them to express his joy.
This silly tiger had eaten itself as fat as a pig and couldn't move at all - it was practically asking to die... The smell emanating from its body was too tempting. The marten couldn't stand it anymore and made the first move, pouncing at Chasing the Wind.
But this was no ordinary marten, it was a Purple Electricity Long-tailed Weasel, a first grade demonic beast!
When it pounced, fast as lightning, it was at Chasing the Wind's side in an instant, biting at his neck.
The round Chasing the Wind couldn't react at all. He was stunned and his neck was bitten.
"Meow Owww..." Chasing the Wind yowled in pain. He looked at the Purple Electricity Long-tailed Weasel, not understanding why it bit him when they were already friends!
Luckily there was ample meat around his neck and it was just one bite, leaving some tooth marks and drawing a bit of blood, nothing major...
Blood!
As soon as Chasing the Wind's blood flowed, it was like a woman wearing only a thin veil had removed the veil, emanating endless temptation. The animals across from him were instantly roused.
As if they had seen some wondrous treasure, they couldn't hold back anymore. The pig and bear charged forward.
The pig was a Sword-toothed Boar; the bear was a Crossing Black Bear. Although not demon beasts, they already understood swallowing moon and sun essences, and natural spiritual energy. They were only a few steps away from becoming demon beasts.
They stared fixedly at Chasing the Wind, rumbling as they charged over.
Not as fast as the Purple Electricity Long-tailed Weasel, Chasing the Wind didn't have time to react. Alerted early on by their loud approach and sensing the danger...
Ah!... Gonna die! Gonna die!
He was frightened into action, mustering his strength to roll over to the side... Barely dodging the Sword-toothed Boar and Crossing Black Bear's charge.
The Sword-toothed Boar's tusks smashed into the tree with a "Puh!", plunging deep into the trunk. The Crossing Black Bear followed, crashing into the tree with a "Pa!". The tree groaned and toppled over with a loud rustling sound that clamored clearly though the lively deep forest night.
Amidst the noise, Chasing the Wind watched the animals warily. Only now did he realize they hadn't come to welcome him - they wanted to eat him!
Every pair of eyes radiated stark bloodlust and desire. They all wanted to consume him.
"Why?" Chasing the Wind didn't understand, but he was very afraid. He unconsciously retreated backwards.
With every step back Chasing the Wind took, the animals pressed closer. Every step back, the animals came nearer...
Chasing the Wind's entire body of fat meat trembled in fear. He felt like he was going to die, to be eaten.
At one point, overwhelmed by terror, something in his heart snapped. He let out a "Rargh!" and turned to run!
The herd of animals chased closely after him.
Leading the pack in front was the Purple Electricity Long-tailed Weasel. With its immense speed, it raced alongside Chasing the Wind, taking bites whenever there was an opening. It wasn't long before Chasing the Wind's body was covered in a dense mass of bite marks...
Fortunately the weasel wasn't venomous.
Behind were the birds in the air - two Green-tailed Dragon Sparrows and a Silver-winged Owl. The Dragon Sparrows would swoop down occasionally, trying to seize Chasing the Wind in their iron hook-like talons but couldn't manage with how fat he was. Each swoop only left several scratch marks. The Silver-winged Owl spread its silver wings, flying dangerously close and trying to slice Chasing the Wind apart, but had no success thus far.
Farther back were the rumbling Sword-toothed Boar and Crossing Black Bear. Their roars added psychological pressure but they couldn't cause any substantial harm.
Even farther back were some other animals.
Chasing the Wind was scared out of his wits and just kept running forward without heed, not even realizing his body was injured from the bites and pecks, and that he was exhausted and his paw pads couldn't handle the running anymore.
He only kept running...
Yet as he ran and ran, he started running lightly as if the wind had come along to support him.
At some unknown point, the commotion from the bear and boar disappeared, leaving only the three birds and one weasel still harassing him.
During a moment when the Purple Electricity Long-tailed Weasel pounced again, Chasing the Wind took offense. Aided by the wind, he dodged to the side, evading the weasel's attack for the first time.
But this leap in his obese state was uncontrolled. As a bird of prey, the Silver-winged Owl wouldn't miss any opportunity. Seeing the foolish tiger lose his balance, it spread its wings like a large silver blade and swooped down to cut Chasing the Wind in half at the waist.
Chasing the Wind looked back just in time to see this scene unfold. Shocked and terrified, he desperately leaped again...
But failed to jump away!
Severed in half by the Silver-winged Owl's strike!
"Chasing the Wind!!"
Turning his upper body, Chasing the Wind saw his mother crying as she flew towards him.
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