Fox Demon Cultivation Manual [ BL ]

Chapter 29

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Due to his tall stature, Fu Chi cut an imposing presence as he stood before Dai Yanxing.

His eyes were dark as he stared at the latter. They were like old friends reunited after a long separation. But the feelings exposed in Fu Chi’s eyes were frank and bold.

Not knowing what expression he should put on to face this shidi whom he had not seen for a long time, Dai Yanxing exchanged blank looks with him.

Fu Chi’s throat throbbed. “Where’s the hairpin?”

On hearing him, Dai Yanxing took the hairpin out from his sleeve and handed it to him. Unexpectedly, Fu Chi grabbed his wrist, turned it over, and looked at the bloody wound on his hand. His somber tone was suppressed with anger. “Who did it?”

Dai Yanxing panicked. He struggled to break free but failed. “Shidi! What are you doing?”

Although he did not answer, Fu Chi could still tell. “A whipping. It’s Qingyuan…”

He turned his head slightly and saw Qingyuan, who had fallen flat on her back. Having been caught in Qingqiu Sheng’s wave of attack earlier, Qingyuan had incurred extensive internal injuries. Seeing Fu Chi alive had taken her by surprise, and she had been so delirious with delight that her inner energy was unstable and had further aggravated her injuries.

She could see that Fu Chi’s eyes had never left Dai Yanxing ever since he had appeared. A sense of foreboding welled up in her heart as she recalled what a certain person had said earlier.

Her eyes met Fu Chi’s eyes. She had not even managed to put on an elated expression when Fu Chi extended his left hand and hauled her up into the air. Then—he gripped her by the neck. 

“You are the one who hurt him.” Fu Chi’s expression was dark, and his eyes were full of malice and murderous intent. It was as if Qingyuan was his biggest enemy.

Qingyuan could not even say a word; She could only gasp heavily with her mouth wide open. In an instant, her fair face had turned red with the veins bulging out. Her eyes filled with tears as she flailed her legs in the air. 

Her expression was full of despair.

Even a bystander like Song Ci was shocked. He looked at Fu Chi in bewilderment. However, Fu Chi’s expression was resolute. It did not seem like he was putting on a show.

Could it be that Fu Chi and Qingyuan was not a pair of lovebirds? Or was it really like what he had said earlier? That Dai Yanxing was more important to Fu Chi?

On seeing that Qingyuan was about to be strangled to death, Dai Yanxing hurriedly tried to pull away Fu Chi’s hands. “Shidi! Let go of her!”

The ruthless Fu Chi immediately released his hands when he heard Dai Yanxing’s voice. Qingyuan slumped to the ground like a rag doll, then curled her body into a ball and retched, her tears and saliva flowing freely.

Dai Yanxing was a little afraid of this Fu Chi. He was too different from the shidi in his memory. But he was also afraid that Fu Chi might strike out at Qingyuan again, so he took the initiative to ask. “Do you still want your hairpin?”

Fu Chi’s gaze turned back to Dai Yanxing’s face again and remained there. The scary expression on his face softened. He lowered his head. “Put it on for me.”

If this had been in the past, Dai Yanxing would have decisively turned him down. But now, he only hesitated for a moment before he stepped behind Fu Chi and tied up Fu Chi’s hair with that dark red wooden hairpin.1 It added a touch of valor to his handsome look.