Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

22. Like a person

Chu Fan felt that he would not be able to sleep well all night.

She was sucked blood to take yin, but she had never learned magic and did not know how to regulate. Ziwei was afraid that she would make the same mistake during the day, so she stayed in her room at night.

The bed was not too big, and she could touch his body with a slight movement. Sometimes legs, sometimes chest, more of a tail.

Those tails moved slowly and wrapped around her ankles—warm, like the lips he kissed tonight, dry and soft, wispy and tender, with a clear fragrance.

The scent still lingers.

Chu Fan's breathing was inexplicably heavy, and his throat felt a little dry.

After a long time, she slowly fell asleep until the brows of the moon rose.

When I woke up early in the morning, the bed was empty. The immortal bone seal in his body has gradually faded, and he will be extra sleepy during this time.

Chu Fan sat beside the stone table, facing him, holding a few months of white silk thread in his hand, slender fingertips, quickly intertwined and weaved.

"Miss Chu?"

As he approached, he could see the sunlight hitting her face, like a layer of gold edging, and even the fluff on her cheeks was slender, like a warm cloud.

Hearing the sound, Chu Fan glanced at him, raised the things in his hand, and said with a small smile, "Jian Sui, made for the Kunlun sword, does the Taoist think it looks good?"

The moon-white tassel swayed in her hand, and her fingers looked like green onions, tender white and lustrous. Ziwei only glanced twice, then she closed her eyelashes and nodded with a smile, "It's beautiful."

Chu Fan took a closer look at it himself, "Brother likes Zhen Sui, I have to help Bai Ze make one every year, and the skills should be good."

Ziwei took the sword spike and tied it to the hilt. The Kunlun sword was slender and light blue, with white beaded osmanthus branches on it, very elegant.

"You hold it, and if anyone asks you, they will say that you are my swordsman." He handed her the sword again and reminded, "Don't forget to take it."

Chu Fan hummed and said with some shame, "Okay."

When a guest came from Kunlun, Ziwei asked her to eat first.

After he went out, he put away the fox's tail, put his hands in his sleeves, and closed his eyes slightly. When he opened it, it became ink-colored.

The visitors were a man and a woman.

The woman's face is covered with white gauze, the corners of her eyes are covered with a few blue scales, her eyes are deep, her clothes are decorated with pearls, and a long whip is hung around her waist. The tall and burly man followed her all the time.

When she saw Ziwei, the woman's face was slightly surprised and delighted, "It turns out that the Xuanyuan people said that Mr. Ziwei was born, but it's actually true."

Ziwei bowed slightly: "Dragon girl came from a long way, it's hard work."

The dragon girl hurriedly bowed, tears rolled down her eyes, and her posture was pitiful: "Sir, I don't know, the matter of the demons really started because of us in the South China Sea. The mers wanted to seize power, and the two sides fought, and the dragon balls guarding the demons were taken advantage of. stolen."

Zi frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "There is an internal response, or there is a bad guy."

He is most familiar with the spell he casts. As long as there is a touch of magic, the Dragon Ball will start a great formation, how could it be stolen quietly.