His Cute Wife is a Little Crazy - Chapter 426

Ye Chen transmigrated to a parallel world. In this world, everyone who was 18 and above would enter a chat group named Monster Chat. From there, they would summon their pets.Each person only had 10 chances of summoning pets and one chance to form a bond with a pet. Right at this moment, a voice rang in Ye Chen’s head:[Ding! Successfully activated the Unlimited Summoning System.][Congratulations for summoning pet: Dark Princess (level 8)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Alchemist (level 7)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Female Asura (level 7)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Goddess (level 9)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Demon Fox (level 10)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Nyuwa (level 10)]……This was an era where humans, monsters and pets coexisted. This was also Ye Chen’s era.

In the continent of Chang’an humans had lived as livestock and slaves to the Primordial Beasts. These beasts were ferocious, bloodthirsty and overwhelmingly powerful, but even so, the humans managed to prevail in the face of despair.

As a human, I should be miles away from any large shifter event. Especially the annual Mate Hunt.A hunt for mates. Doesn't that sound barbaric? Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds.Several packs in the area gather as their newly minted adult wolves shift. Females are let into the woods first and are given an hour's head start, just before sundown. Then it's time for the males, ostensibly thrown out to hunt down the scent of their fated (or chosen) mates.It isn't an event for the faint of heart, and it's definitely no place for someone who can't shift. So why the fuck am I here, running my little human heart out, chased by what sounds like an entire pack of wolves? Great question. I don't know, either.But I'm here.Surrounded by howls fueled by the thrill of the hunt.Feet bleeding. Lungs freezing.I am so fucked.----R18. Dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery.

The plague of insects descended overnight. As an ordinary person without invincible powers and extraordinary exercises, facing blood and death, what should we do at the critical moment of life and death?

(I am a reasonable party, but the novel needs appropriate YY, please do not excessively investigate the rationality of the background in a razor-sharp way.)

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