CH 1
City A.
The city had been drenched in rain day and night, and the forest that had descended like steel gradually blurred as it drowned in the rain and fog. In the evening, the rain eased slightly, the muddy rainwater flowed in all directions, and there were three or two rows of people walking in the old city.
The rain suppressed the summer heat, but the stench still permeated the old buildings. There was a cardboard box in the alley between the two old buildings, covered with an old umbrella, and through the crack in the umbrella, you could see a little furry white fox curled up inside, lying in the box to hide from the rain.
The rain accumulated into a thin puddle on the dirt tiles, and stained the bottom of the box. The little white fox’s fluffy fur was slightly wet, it wagged its fluffy tail and stuck its little head out of the box.
Not far from the alley, a young man with an umbrella hurriedly passed by. He was only wearing a single coat, but his sleeves were over a long robe, faintly visible that the robe was embroidered with delicate patterns.
The little white fox struggled to get out of the small passage, staring at the young man’s figure, tilting his head. In the next second, the young man stopped in his tracks and saw a cardboard box in the corner, as well as a small white dumpling.
“Fox?” Yang Yin slowly walked over and squatted down in front of the cardboard box. “Where did this white fox come from?”
He looked surprised and hesitantly stretched out his hand to touch the little white fox.
“Grrr…”
The little white fox wrapped itself in its big fluffy tail and shrank into the cardboard box, revealing only a pair of slick black eyes and fluffy fox ears.
Yang Yin: “…”
Yang Yin’s eyes lit up, coughed lightly, and took out another bright yellow talisman paper on his body.
The talisman paper had intricate patterns painted with vermilion sand, the little white fox lazily squinted.
Yang Yin’s two fingers held the talisman paper, waved in front of the little white fox, found the talisman paper not moving, then heaved a sigh of relief: “Not a devil, but really a fox, ah.”
He put away the talisman paper and opened the lid of the cardboard box a bit more so he could see the little fox more clearly.
The little fox was as white as snow, but the size of a palm, with gently drooping fox ears, moist black jewel eyes and a large bushy tail that wrapped around its entire body.
“You come home with me,” Yang Yin said, “I will not lose you.”
“…”
The little white fox seemed to understand his words, and the big fluffy tail loosened slightly, shyly showing its little head.
Yang Yin carefully reached out: “Although I don’t know if I can raise the fox, but you have to leave here, right? I will treat you well.”
The little white fox opened its big round eyes and stared at it unblinkingly for a few seconds, as if judging whether the person in front of it was worthy of its trust.
A moment later, he slowly raised his claws and placed them on Yang Yin’s palm.
The little fox’s paws were also soft and fluffy, like fluffy cotton candy. Before Yang Yin could react, the little white fox jumped out of the cardboard box and jumped onto his shoulder.
The big fluffy tail brushed against his face and tickled. Yang Yin turned his head and saw the little white fox squatting on his shoulder and tilting his head towards himself.
“Grrr…”
Yang Yin: “…”
He couldn’t hold back his laughter and gently cupped the little white fox again, saying, “It will be discovered, wait a moment, I will hide you.”
The white fox was so small and gentle that Yang Yin could hug it with both hands. It seems very obedient and sticky. As soon as Yang Yin reached out, he jumped into his arms and shook the fluff.
Yang Yin flicked the cloak in his arms, used the cloak to wrap the little white fox into a ball, then held it in his arms, lifting the umbrella out of the alley.
His house is not far away, it is an old apartment building. The building had no windows, only dim yellow lights trailing dark shadows.
“Little Yang, you came back very late today.”
Yang Yin lived on the third floor, and the door of a house across the street opened, and a middle-aged woman poked her head out from behind the door and smiled at him.
“I’ve boiled pig’s feet today, I’ll bring it to you later.”
“Hey, thanks Sis Li!”
Yang Yin thanked her, and Li looked at the bag of clothes in his hand and said: “Is there something on your clothes, it seems that something is twitching.”
Yang Yin hurriedly looked down and found that the little fox who was originally quiet was suddenly rubbing, wanting to rub the small head of his robes.
“Ugh,” Yang Yin hurriedly turned to face her door, and one hand held the restless little white fox’s back, “I’m going inside, goodbye sister Li.”
She said that when she entered the house, sister Li didn’t care, and looked back at the house.
Yang Yin just stayed in his house, he entered the door, the little white fox from the pile of robes, his eyes dripping, lightly jumped on the sofa.
The several tens of square meters of shack was laid out quite messy, surrounded by some scattered bright yellow talisman paper, as well as various oddly shaped small tools. The little white fox jumped up and down on the sofa, stepped on the little bell, stared at it for a few seconds, and suddenly bit the bell.
“Hey, don’t bite! It can’t be eaten!” Yang Yin rushed over and snatched the little bell from the little white fox’s mouth, “I’m hungry, I’ll see if there’s anything you can eat.”
The little white fox gently “squeaked” and sat obediently on the sofa, putting up a pair of little fox ears.
Yang Yin put down the bell and shook the robe in his hand. It was a snow-white robe with special runes embroidered on the collar, a bit like a Taoist priest’s robe.
He hung his robes on a hanger, took an ID card out of his pocket, and threw it on the coffee table.
The little white fox jumped on the coffee table with some curiosity and saw Yang Yin’s image printed on the front of the ID card, along with the words “Task Force” and “Young Demon Hunter”.
Across the street, Sister Li had brought pork leg soup, Yang Yin stood at the door and chatted with her for a few minutes, and when he closed the door, he found that the little white fox had somehow slipped to his feet again, biting its tail and circling-turn.
“Jeez, you almost got caught.” Yang Yin picked it up and put it on the sofa again. “I don’t know what kind of fox you are, if others see it, there may still be trouble.”
The little white fox gently slapped its paws, not knowing if it wasn’t happy being held by it.
Yang Yin only thought that this little fox was very cute, and couldn’t help but rub its snow-white fur, saying: “Tomorrow you have to take you to the office, we have to check the registration of such people to raise pets. Forget it, you don’t understand, let’s talk tomorrow.”
He said he found some old cotton from the house, for the little white fox to build a small nest, and used the phone to find some fox related information, ran to the kitchen to cook.
The kitchen echoed with a buzzing sound, and the little white fox stared at its new nest for a few seconds before dropping down to lift its little paws and slowly make its way inside.
He checked the old cotton for a while, found a comfortable position to lean on, and then turned his head to look at Yang Yin’s back not far away.
How strange.
Fox demon Su Du thought lazily.
It’s been a long time since I saw someone like that.
This self-adopted young man might appear to be an unremarkable Demon Hunter to casual observers, but in Su Du’s eyes, his surroundings were shrouded in a layer of brilliant golden light.
It is the millions of benefits and virtues added to the body, and only those who had great creations in their previous life could have golden light.
Su Du jumped out of the nest, made small steps and slid to Yang Yin’s side.
Yang Yin, who was cooking, felt something furry rubbing against his feet, and when he looked down at the little white fox’s black eyes, he smiled and picked it up.
“Hungry? You know how to find their own food.”
The little white fox rubbed Yang Yin’s hand and “squeaked” at him.
He didn’t think he would have such bad luck, the power of sleeping for a thousand years had not recovered, and as a result, he who had just been awakened by the crazy Chu Yuan was trapped in the formation, only from the formation to escape had spent most of the time.
His demonic power, now only a little left, becoming human form was difficult, and couldn’t be sustained for too long.
Although this Demon Hunter has low magic power, his body’s golden light is very helpful, casually contagious, can also help him recover demonic power.
Yang Yin said, “I don’t know what you can eat, why don’t you try a little?”
He used chopsticks to pick up a few pieces of meat and put them on a plate for the little white fox. The little white fox was obviously a little suspicious, tentatively stretched out its paws, came closer and sniffed, then licked its little mouth and ran away with a ta-da-da sound.
Yang Yin shouted: “Hey!” while carrying a plate to chase after it, and saw the little white fox fly into their nest, curled up into a white fluffy donut.
Yang Yin: “Is it bad to eat, I think it’s okay?”
The little white dumpling didn’t move, ignoring him.
Yang Yin poked the little white dumpling, the little white dumpling replied softly, and “squeaked” at him.
Very aggressive.
Yang Yin had no choice but to carry the plate back to the kitchen. From the pork leg soup sent by sister Li, a few pieces of lean meat, and some soup, were brought back to the little white fox.
“No way… Okay, tomorrow I’ll go buy some dog food.” Yang Yin muttered, “It’s possible, they say raising foxes and raising dogs are almost the same.”
Su Du: “…”
You’re the dog, you bastard.
The little white fox’s big tail fluttered, and wrapped itself into a round glutinous rice ball, this time not even the fox’s ears opened.
Yang Yin found that the little fox was displeased and wanted to take care of himself, so he had to rub it carelessly. He returned for his dinner and moved a bunch of inexplicable ingredients to his room, not knowing what he was doing.
Until late at night, the house’s rooms are only lit by lights, the living room is quiet and dark.
Time passed, the clock on the wall also slowly wandered, when the time hand was set at twelve o’clock, Su Du who was quietly lying in the nest, opened his eyes.
The white fox’s eyes were a beautiful red in the night, like a group of dancing flames. He licked his claws slowly and tilted his head to look at the door not far away.
At the same time, Yang Yin came out of the room, he heard the sound of footsteps outside.
“At this hour, why are there still people outside?”
Yang Yin vigilantly looked outside the house, probably the custom of the Demon Hunters. He also had a red string tied in the hand of the peach wood sword.
Late at twelve o’clock in the evening, strange footsteps sounded on the stairs of the old flat. The footsteps were very close to Yang Yin’s door, and continued on, as if someone was constantly hovering in front of her door.
Yang Yin didn’t pay attention to the white fox in the nest who was crouching. He went to the door alone, one holding a sword, one holding an amulet, slowly approached the sound, and squinted to look out.
And what appeared was a pair of red and wide-eyed eyes.
Yang Yin: “!”
He was taken aback, but also recognized those eyes at a glance, which was none other than Sister Li Xia, who lived across the street from him.
“Sister Li!”
Yang Yin immediately pushed open the door, only to see the faint yellow light between the passages flashing continuously, Li Xia’s door was flung open, and she herself appeared on the fourth floor’s staircase like a controlled doll, her face pale as she walked up.
“Wait, don’t go up there!”
Yang Yin was shocked, and rushed over with his sword. The speed was not slow, but Li Xia was faster, and disappeared in a dark alley in an instant. When Yang Yin ran to the fourth floor, she somehow appeared on the fifth floor’s stairs.
The passage was imperceptibly dark, only Li Xia slowly went down and up. Yang Yin chased after her, but couldn’t catch up, as he ran upstairs without stopping, gasping for breath and kicking the roof door open.
Li Xia stiffly climbed over the roof railing, looking like she was about to jump down from the tenth floor.
“Sister Li! Don’t jump!”
Yang Yin immediately threw away the talisman, the paper talisman was like electricity, pulling Li Xia who was about to fall. Yang Yin saw his success, half a breath did not dare to breathe, rushed forward to pull Li Xia down.
The moment his hand touched Li Xia, Li Xia’s head suddenly turned one hundred and eighty degrees, flashing a terrifying cold smile at him.
“You go to hell.”
A cold and sharp female voice from Li Xia’s throat, the deliberately long tone was very sinister. Yang Yin’s pupils shrank, looking at Li Xia’s black plumage, her mouth twisted and elongated, turning into a carved sharp beak.
This scene was really horrible, Yang Yin had goosebumps to let go, but it was too late.
Li Xia’s body changed behind her back stretched huge eagle wings, and a hurricane rolled.
Yang Yin couldn’t hold on, his body was like a broken kite thrown up, and violently knocked off the ten-story building!
The wind was like a knife, wildly scratching the blood of Yang Yin’s body. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his ears buzzing, but he could still hear Li Xia’s sharp and angry laughter.
“I’ve been stalking you for three months, just for now! Hahahaha! Damn Demon Hunters! I’m going to eat your heart and liver, and also swallow your lungs!”
At that moment Yang Yin’s internal organs trembled, his eyes rolled around, desperately trying to grab onto something, but his body kept falling.
Suddenly, a long and slender hand on his shoulder, someone in his ear laughed softly.
The wind suddenly stopped, as if a sharp blade had pierced through the air, cutting off the hunting wind. Yang Yin’s feet suddenly stepped on the ground, Li Xia’s ear-piercing shrill laughter also sounded suddenly.
The hand holding his shoulder loosened, and Yang Yin fell on his buttocks, dizzy, and could only feel that there was someone in front of him.
The air stagnated for a few seconds, followed by the sound of Li Xia shaking her wings violently, and the crazed laughter that sounded once again.
“The nine-tailed heavenly fox, with the title of Lord of The Fox clan, was actually reduced to a three-tailed at this moment. Hahaha! What kind of revenge is that?! The heavenly dao can’t tolerate you either!”
Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox…
His forehead was cut by the strong wind, blood stuck to Yang Yin’s eyes, his vision was blurry, and he could only see a slender and beautiful figure.
And with that careless light grunt with some mockery: “How much nonsense you say.”
“What a slender one, you still don’t know who I am!!”
Li Xia laughed loudly, “I am a compulsive hawk! The natural enemy of the fox! You—AAAAAAAAAA!”
A loud and piercing scream rang out, Yang Yin subconsciously covered his ears, followed by a hot, wet liquid that splashed onto his face.
He froze for a few seconds and realized it was blood.
It was as if there was an invisible, sharp thread in the air, cutting Li Xia’s wings in half. His face twisted and gasped as he was knocked from the air onto the ground, rolling on the ground from the intense pain, dragging out a trail of blood.
“It hurts! I was wrong! Give me a break! Give me a break!!!”
“Don’t!!!”
Light laughter rippled through Li Xia’s continuous miserable screams, and in the next second, miserable screams rose high and ended abruptly. Li Xia’s body was like a torn rag, and completely lost her life.
“…”
Yang Yin, who had witnessed all of this, finally couldn’t support himself and fell to the ground. In the chaos, he seemed to see a beautiful woman crouching beside him, clutching his jaw and looking at himself with a smile.
“You’re obviously a Demon Hunter, how come you can’t even recognize a demon??”
The beauty was slightly provoked, there was a kind of indescribable and winding charm, like the most untraceable and most seductive aphrodisiac. The medicine is to make people float like falling clouds.
Yang Yin gasped: “I, my magic power is low…”
The beauty “Oh,” still smiling he said: “Great, then I can erase your memory.”
As soon as Yang Yin heard this, he grimaced: “Wait—”
He still wanted to say something else, but the other party had already stretched out his hand on his forehead.
In the next second, Yang Yin’s eyes turned black, unable to remember anything.
A few hours ago, on the outskirts of town.
Rarely seen in the deep forest, a huge spell formation like a round moon on a stream of red luster overturned around the stone cave, and was firmly trapped in it.
The edge of the spell formation is surrounded by several people. They are strong Demon Hunter, all holding magic weapons in their hands, eyes vigilant, and faces unknown.
Part of the crowd waited outside the rock cave, and not knowing how long it took, a man came out of the rock cave. He has a slender figure, handsome eyebrows, but the aura around him is too indifferent, like a mountain stream’s cold spring water, which makes people chill.
“Daoist Chu,” As soon as he saw the man coming out, an old man took the lead and opened his mouth doubtfully, “That demonic item—”
The man’s voice was low and deep, indifferent and surging: “Escaped.”
“Escape?!”
Not only the old man, the other demon hunters were shocked too.
“That is the nine-tailed fox, a thousand year old demon, released must be a scourge on the earth, how can it escape?”
“Yes! This is a devil trap formation set up by a few of us, how could he escape?”
“Only one person, Daoist Chu went to the stone cave earlier, you said escape, that’s not—”
Some people feel unfair, and their mouths are out of control. Her friend beside her heard her hastily retract her hand, whispering: “Shut up! Don’t forget, the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox is the Chu Family.”
The frozen man, seemingly thinking of something, didn’t dare to speak anymore. The others looked at the man, realizing what, also slowly quieted down.
The old man who stood at the start rubbed his staff in his hands, silent for a few seconds, and slowly said, “The demon fox escaped in a non-trivial manner, please also ask Daoist Master Chu to give us an explanation.”
“A devil who has lost his magic power, where else can he run to.”
The man said indifferently, the red in his eyes gradually dissipated, fading to a deep black, “I will find him.”
The old man nodded slowly and said, “Then, we will wait for good news from Daoist Master Chu.”
After he finished speaking, he turned and left. With the old man taking the lead, the crowd could only disperse even if they were reluctant.
The man was soon the only one left in the spell formation, and he stared at the empty stone cave entrance with an unknown gaze.
After a long time, a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t get caught by me, Little Fox.”
The city had been drenched in rain day and night, and the forest that had descended like steel gradually blurred as it drowned in the rain and fog. In the evening, the rain eased slightly, the muddy rainwater flowed in all directions, and there were three or two rows of people walking in the old city.
The rain suppressed the summer heat, but the stench still permeated the old buildings. There was a cardboard box in the alley between the two old buildings, covered with an old umbrella, and through the crack in the umbrella, you could see a little furry white fox curled up inside, lying in the box to hide from the rain.
The rain accumulated into a thin puddle on the dirt tiles, and stained the bottom of the box. The little white fox’s fluffy fur was slightly wet, it wagged its fluffy tail and stuck its little head out of the box.
Not far from the alley, a young man with an umbrella hurriedly passed by. He was only wearing a single coat, but his sleeves were over a long robe, faintly visible that the robe was embroidered with delicate patterns.
The little white fox struggled to get out of the small passage, staring at the young man’s figure, tilting his head. In the next second, the young man stopped in his tracks and saw a cardboard box in the corner, as well as a small white dumpling.
“Fox?” Yang Yin slowly walked over and squatted down in front of the cardboard box. “Where did this white fox come from?”
He looked surprised and hesitantly stretched out his hand to touch the little white fox.
“Grrr…”
The little white fox wrapped itself in its big fluffy tail and shrank into the cardboard box, revealing only a pair of slick black eyes and fluffy fox ears.
Yang Yin: “…”
Yang Yin’s eyes lit up, coughed lightly, and took out another bright yellow talisman paper on his body.
The talisman paper had intricate patterns painted with vermilion sand, the little white fox lazily squinted.
Yang Yin’s two fingers held the talisman paper, waved in front of the little white fox, found the talisman paper not moving, then heaved a sigh of relief: “Not a devil, but really a fox, ah.”
He put away the talisman paper and opened the lid of the cardboard box a bit more so he could see the little fox more clearly.
The little fox was as white as snow, but the size of a palm, with gently drooping fox ears, moist black jewel eyes and a large bushy tail that wrapped around its entire body.
“You come home with me,” Yang Yin said, “I will not lose you.”
“…”
The little white fox seemed to understand his words, and the big fluffy tail loosened slightly, shyly showing its little head.
Yang Yin carefully reached out: “Although I don’t know if I can raise the fox, but you have to leave here, right? I will treat you well.”
The little white fox opened its big round eyes and stared at it unblinkingly for a few seconds, as if judging whether the person in front of it was worthy of its trust.
A moment later, he slowly raised his claws and placed them on Yang Yin’s palm.
The little fox’s paws were also soft and fluffy, like fluffy cotton candy. Before Yang Yin could react, the little white fox jumped out of the cardboard box and jumped onto his shoulder.
The big fluffy tail brushed against his face and tickled. Yang Yin turned his head and saw the little white fox squatting on his shoulder and tilting his head towards himself.
“Grrr…”
Yang Yin: “…”
He couldn’t hold back his laughter and gently cupped the little white fox again, saying, “It will be discovered, wait a moment, I will hide you.”
The white fox was so small and gentle that Yang Yin could hug it with both hands. It seems very obedient and sticky. As soon as Yang Yin reached out, he jumped into his arms and shook the fluff.
Yang Yin flicked the cloak in his arms, used the cloak to wrap the little white fox into a ball, then held it in his arms, lifting the umbrella out of the alley.
His house is not far away, it is an old apartment building. The building had no windows, only dim yellow lights trailing dark shadows.
“Little Yang, you came back very late today.”
Yang Yin lived on the third floor, and the door of a house across the street opened, and a middle-aged woman poked her head out from behind the door and smiled at him.
“I’ve boiled pig’s feet today, I’ll bring it to you later.”
“Hey, thanks Sis Li!”
Yang Yin thanked her, and Li looked at the bag of clothes in his hand and said: “Is there something on your clothes, it seems that something is twitching.”
Yang Yin hurriedly looked down and found that the little fox who was originally quiet was suddenly rubbing, wanting to rub the small head of his robes.
“Ugh,” Yang Yin hurriedly turned to face her door, and one hand held the restless little white fox’s back, “I’m going inside, goodbye sister Li.”
She said that when she entered the house, sister Li didn’t care, and looked back at the house.
Yang Yin just stayed in his house, he entered the door, the little white fox from the pile of robes, his eyes dripping, lightly jumped on the sofa.
The several tens of square meters of shack was laid out quite messy, surrounded by some scattered bright yellow talisman paper, as well as various oddly shaped small tools. The little white fox jumped up and down on the sofa, stepped on the little bell, stared at it for a few seconds, and suddenly bit the bell.
“Hey, don’t bite! It can’t be eaten!” Yang Yin rushed over and snatched the little bell from the little white fox’s mouth, “I’m hungry, I’ll see if there’s anything you can eat.”
The little white fox gently “squeaked” and sat obediently on the sofa, putting up a pair of little fox ears.
Yang Yin put down the bell and shook the robe in his hand. It was a snow-white robe with special runes embroidered on the collar, a bit like a Taoist priest’s robe.
He hung his robes on a hanger, took an ID card out of his pocket, and threw it on the coffee table.
The little white fox jumped on the coffee table with some curiosity and saw Yang Yin’s image printed on the front of the ID card, along with the words “Task Force” and “Young Demon Hunter”.
Across the street, Sister Li had brought pork leg soup, Yang Yin stood at the door and chatted with her for a few minutes, and when he closed the door, he found that the little white fox had somehow slipped to his feet again, biting its tail and circling-turn.
“Jeez, you almost got caught.” Yang Yin picked it up and put it on the sofa again. “I don’t know what kind of fox you are, if others see it, there may still be trouble.”
The little white fox gently slapped its paws, not knowing if it wasn’t happy being held by it.
Yang Yin only thought that this little fox was very cute, and couldn’t help but rub its snow-white fur, saying: “Tomorrow you have to take you to the office, we have to check the registration of such people to raise pets. Forget it, you don’t understand, let’s talk tomorrow.”
He said he found some old cotton from the house, for the little white fox to build a small nest, and used the phone to find some fox related information, ran to the kitchen to cook.
The kitchen echoed with a buzzing sound, and the little white fox stared at its new nest for a few seconds before dropping down to lift its little paws and slowly make its way inside.
He checked the old cotton for a while, found a comfortable position to lean on, and then turned his head to look at Yang Yin’s back not far away.
How strange.
Fox demon Su Du thought lazily.
It’s been a long time since I saw someone like that.
This self-adopted young man might appear to be an unremarkable Demon Hunter to casual observers, but in Su Du’s eyes, his surroundings were shrouded in a layer of brilliant golden light.
It is the millions of benefits and virtues added to the body, and only those who had great creations in their previous life could have golden light.
Su Du jumped out of the nest, made small steps and slid to Yang Yin’s side.
Yang Yin, who was cooking, felt something furry rubbing against his feet, and when he looked down at the little white fox’s black eyes, he smiled and picked it up.
“Hungry? You know how to find their own food.”
The little white fox rubbed Yang Yin’s hand and “squeaked” at him.
He didn’t think he would have such bad luck, the power of sleeping for a thousand years had not recovered, and as a result, he who had just been awakened by the crazy Chu Yuan was trapped in the formation, only from the formation to escape had spent most of the time.
His demonic power, now only a little left, becoming human form was difficult, and couldn’t be sustained for too long.
Although this Demon Hunter has low magic power, his body’s golden light is very helpful, casually contagious, can also help him recover demonic power.
Yang Yin said, “I don’t know what you can eat, why don’t you try a little?”
He used chopsticks to pick up a few pieces of meat and put them on a plate for the little white fox. The little white fox was obviously a little suspicious, tentatively stretched out its paws, came closer and sniffed, then licked its little mouth and ran away with a ta-da-da sound.
Yang Yin shouted: “Hey!” while carrying a plate to chase after it, and saw the little white fox fly into their nest, curled up into a white fluffy donut.
Yang Yin: “Is it bad to eat, I think it’s okay?”
The little white dumpling didn’t move, ignoring him.
Yang Yin poked the little white dumpling, the little white dumpling replied softly, and “squeaked” at him.
Very aggressive.
Yang Yin had no choice but to carry the plate back to the kitchen. From the pork leg soup sent by sister Li, a few pieces of lean meat, and some soup, were brought back to the little white fox.
“No way… Okay, tomorrow I’ll go buy some dog food.” Yang Yin muttered, “It’s possible, they say raising foxes and raising dogs are almost the same.”
Su Du: “…”
You’re the dog, you bastard.
The little white fox’s big tail fluttered, and wrapped itself into a round glutinous rice ball, this time not even the fox’s ears opened.
Yang Yin found that the little fox was displeased and wanted to take care of himself, so he had to rub it carelessly. He returned for his dinner and moved a bunch of inexplicable ingredients to his room, not knowing what he was doing.
Until late at night, the house’s rooms are only lit by lights, the living room is quiet and dark.
Time passed, the clock on the wall also slowly wandered, when the time hand was set at twelve o’clock, Su Du who was quietly lying in the nest, opened his eyes.
The white fox’s eyes were a beautiful red in the night, like a group of dancing flames. He licked his claws slowly and tilted his head to look at the door not far away.
At the same time, Yang Yin came out of the room, he heard the sound of footsteps outside.
“At this hour, why are there still people outside?”
Yang Yin vigilantly looked outside the house, probably the custom of the Demon Hunters. He also had a red string tied in the hand of the peach wood sword.
Late at twelve o’clock in the evening, strange footsteps sounded on the stairs of the old flat. The footsteps were very close to Yang Yin’s door, and continued on, as if someone was constantly hovering in front of her door.
Yang Yin didn’t pay attention to the white fox in the nest who was crouching. He went to the door alone, one holding a sword, one holding an amulet, slowly approached the sound, and squinted to look out.
And what appeared was a pair of red and wide-eyed eyes.
Yang Yin: “!”
He was taken aback, but also recognized those eyes at a glance, which was none other than Sister Li Xia, who lived across the street from him.
“Sister Li!”
Yang Yin immediately pushed open the door, only to see the faint yellow light between the passages flashing continuously, Li Xia’s door was flung open, and she herself appeared on the fourth floor’s staircase like a controlled doll, her face pale as she walked up.
“Wait, don’t go up there!”
Yang Yin was shocked, and rushed over with his sword. The speed was not slow, but Li Xia was faster, and disappeared in a dark alley in an instant. When Yang Yin ran to the fourth floor, she somehow appeared on the fifth floor’s stairs.
The passage was imperceptibly dark, only Li Xia slowly went down and up. Yang Yin chased after her, but couldn’t catch up, as he ran upstairs without stopping, gasping for breath and kicking the roof door open.
Li Xia stiffly climbed over the roof railing, looking like she was about to jump down from the tenth floor.
“Sister Li! Don’t jump!”
Yang Yin immediately threw away the talisman, the paper talisman was like electricity, pulling Li Xia who was about to fall. Yang Yin saw his success, half a breath did not dare to breathe, rushed forward to pull Li Xia down.
The moment his hand touched Li Xia, Li Xia’s head suddenly turned one hundred and eighty degrees, flashing a terrifying cold smile at him.
“You go to hell.”
A cold and sharp female voice from Li Xia’s throat, the deliberately long tone was very sinister. Yang Yin’s pupils shrank, looking at Li Xia’s black plumage, her mouth twisted and elongated, turning into a carved sharp beak.
This scene was really horrible, Yang Yin had goosebumps to let go, but it was too late.
Li Xia’s body changed behind her back stretched huge eagle wings, and a hurricane rolled.
Yang Yin couldn’t hold on, his body was like a broken kite thrown up, and violently knocked off the ten-story building!
The wind was like a knife, wildly scratching the blood of Yang Yin’s body. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his ears buzzing, but he could still hear Li Xia’s sharp and angry laughter.
“I’ve been stalking you for three months, just for now! Hahahaha! Damn Demon Hunters! I’m going to eat your heart and liver, and also swallow your lungs!”
At that moment Yang Yin’s internal organs trembled, his eyes rolled around, desperately trying to grab onto something, but his body kept falling.
Suddenly, a long and slender hand on his shoulder, someone in his ear laughed softly.
The wind suddenly stopped, as if a sharp blade had pierced through the air, cutting off the hunting wind. Yang Yin’s feet suddenly stepped on the ground, Li Xia’s ear-piercing shrill laughter also sounded suddenly.
The hand holding his shoulder loosened, and Yang Yin fell on his buttocks, dizzy, and could only feel that there was someone in front of him.
The air stagnated for a few seconds, followed by the sound of Li Xia shaking her wings violently, and the crazed laughter that sounded once again.
“The nine-tailed heavenly fox, with the title of Lord of The Fox clan, was actually reduced to a three-tailed at this moment. Hahaha! What kind of revenge is that?! The heavenly dao can’t tolerate you either!”
Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox…
His forehead was cut by the strong wind, blood stuck to Yang Yin’s eyes, his vision was blurry, and he could only see a slender and beautiful figure.
And with that careless light grunt with some mockery: “How much nonsense you say.”
“What a slender one, you still don’t know who I am!!”
Li Xia laughed loudly, “I am a compulsive hawk! The natural enemy of the fox! You—AAAAAAAAAA!”
A loud and piercing scream rang out, Yang Yin subconsciously covered his ears, followed by a hot, wet liquid that splashed onto his face.
He froze for a few seconds and realized it was blood.
It was as if there was an invisible, sharp thread in the air, cutting Li Xia’s wings in half. His face twisted and gasped as he was knocked from the air onto the ground, rolling on the ground from the intense pain, dragging out a trail of blood.
“It hurts! I was wrong! Give me a break! Give me a break!!!”
“Don’t!!!”
Light laughter rippled through Li Xia’s continuous miserable screams, and in the next second, miserable screams rose high and ended abruptly. Li Xia’s body was like a torn rag, and completely lost her life.
“…”
Yang Yin, who had witnessed all of this, finally couldn’t support himself and fell to the ground. In the chaos, he seemed to see a beautiful woman crouching beside him, clutching his jaw and looking at himself with a smile.
“You’re obviously a Demon Hunter, how come you can’t even recognize a demon??”
The beauty was slightly provoked, there was a kind of indescribable and winding charm, like the most untraceable and most seductive aphrodisiac. The medicine is to make people float like falling clouds.
Yang Yin gasped: “I, my magic power is low…”
The beauty “Oh,” still smiling he said: “Great, then I can erase your memory.”
As soon as Yang Yin heard this, he grimaced: “Wait—”
He still wanted to say something else, but the other party had already stretched out his hand on his forehead.
In the next second, Yang Yin’s eyes turned black, unable to remember anything.
A few hours ago, on the outskirts of town.
Rarely seen in the deep forest, a huge spell formation like a round moon on a stream of red luster overturned around the stone cave, and was firmly trapped in it.
The edge of the spell formation is surrounded by several people. They are strong Demon Hunter, all holding magic weapons in their hands, eyes vigilant, and faces unknown.
Part of the crowd waited outside the rock cave, and not knowing how long it took, a man came out of the rock cave. He has a slender figure, handsome eyebrows, but the aura around him is too indifferent, like a mountain stream’s cold spring water, which makes people chill.
“Daoist Chu,” As soon as he saw the man coming out, an old man took the lead and opened his mouth doubtfully, “That demonic item—”
The man’s voice was low and deep, indifferent and surging: “Escaped.”
“Escape?!”
Not only the old man, the other demon hunters were shocked too.
“That is the nine-tailed fox, a thousand year old demon, released must be a scourge on the earth, how can it escape?”
“Yes! This is a devil trap formation set up by a few of us, how could he escape?”
“Only one person, Daoist Chu went to the stone cave earlier, you said escape, that’s not—”
Some people feel unfair, and their mouths are out of control. Her friend beside her heard her hastily retract her hand, whispering: “Shut up! Don’t forget, the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox is the Chu Family.”
The frozen man, seemingly thinking of something, didn’t dare to speak anymore. The others looked at the man, realizing what, also slowly quieted down.
The old man who stood at the start rubbed his staff in his hands, silent for a few seconds, and slowly said, “The demon fox escaped in a non-trivial manner, please also ask Daoist Master Chu to give us an explanation.”
“A devil who has lost his magic power, where else can he run to.”
The man said indifferently, the red in his eyes gradually dissipated, fading to a deep black, “I will find him.”
The old man nodded slowly and said, “Then, we will wait for good news from Daoist Master Chu.”
After he finished speaking, he turned and left. With the old man taking the lead, the crowd could only disperse even if they were reluctant.
The man was soon the only one left in the spell formation, and he stared at the empty stone cave entrance with an unknown gaze.
After a long time, a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t get caught by me, Little Fox.”
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