Fox Demon Cultivation Manual [ BL ]

Chapter 65

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Whenever Song Ci smiled, he looked totally harmless. His beautiful eyes arched and twinkled as if there were fragments of stars scattered among them.

He said to Rong Bai, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tu Shan Rong Bai.”

This was the first time Song Ci called Rong Bai by his name right to his face. Even though the other three showed no visible reactions, he had already set off a tempestuous storm in the latter’s heart.

His voice was light and clear as it wafted into the others’ ears.

Yan Bei raised his head doubtfully and said to Yan Song, “He seems to know Uncle Rong Bai.”

Yan Song stroked his head and squinted his eyes to size Song Ci up. It was not strange for him to know Rong Bai; the strange thing was how this fox demon could ward off Rong Bai’s Du’e. 

The golden eyes of the uncle-and-nephew team of the Yan Clan could clearly see Song Ci’s snow-white fox ears and the two tails behind him. Yet they could not distinguish a demonic aura on him. Because of this odd phenomenon, Rong Bai and Yan Song simultaneously stopped their actions to observe him.

Instead, it was Ze Chen who was too lazy to give it much thought. She smiled, and excitement and thrill washed over her red eyes. With a swing of her hand, she conjured out a long, red whip. Two crystal clear phoenix tails floated at the hilt of the whip. 

She stepped on the horse’s back, sprang into action, and said to Song Ci, “I like you.” 

It was the first time Song Ci had received such a blunt confession. It stumped him momentarily. Then he saw the searing hot whip slashing towards him. He subconsciously rolled aside and extracted a small dagger once he was steady on his feet. 

On seeing that, Yan Bei tugged at Yan Song’s sleeve. “Uncle! That’s my…”  

But before he could finish his words, Ze Chen flung out the whip to coil around the dagger in Song Ci’s hands and hurled it to a tree at the side. The dagger instantly broke into pieces. 

Yan Bei cried out in exclamation. His eyes instantly reddened as if he was about to cry the very next moment. Yan Song rubbed his face and fiercely raised his voice. “Ze Chen! You broke Little Bei’s blade!” 

Ze Chen was dumbfounded for a moment before she turned her head to look at the shattered blade under the tree. She scratched her head in embarrassment. “About that… I wasn’t paying attention.” 

Yan Bei finally could not hold it in and burst out wailing, sending Yan Song and Ze Chen into a fluster. They coaxed him repeatedly. “Don’t cry, Little Bei. Uncle will give you a blade more powerful…” 

With Yan Bei diverting Ze Chen’s attention, Song Ci managed to catch his breath. He looked back at Yan Bei, who had cried until his face went red, and praised him silently in his heart. Cousin, well done! 

It was not the best time to approach Rong Bai at present. All three of them saw him as a foe, and the one named Ze Chen was probably half a madwoman. She was a tough nut.

“Let’s slip away first.” As if reading his thoughts, Feng Zhuojun suggested, “This kind of situation will only put you at a disadvantage. Let’s think of other ways. It’s more important to remain alive.”

“Your words make sense.” Song Ci muttered. Like an agile fox, Song Ci soundlessly made his way to a side and swiftly made his escape. 

Ze Chen and Yan Song were busy trying to pacify Yan Bai, so they did not notice Song Ci’s carefully fleeing figure. But Rong Bai had his eyes fixed on Song Ci. He saw the entire process, from the moment Song Ci mumbled to himself to the time he made his getaway.