The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans [QT] (part 2)

Chapter 293

Although the energy was very docile under Han Fenglian's control, the excessive amount still took Ling Chunan a long time to digest.

After waking up from his trance, Ling Chunan had recovered to the peak state of this body a thousand years ago. According to the description in the original text, this should be the state of the decisive battle more than ten years later.

At this time, Ling Chunan was lying on a big bed, with soft sheets under him. The room was decorated in slightly light and cold colors, which was undoubtedly his favorite decoration style. The sun shone through the French windows on the fluffy carpet, and part of it shone on his tail, bringing warm temperature.

Tail?

Although he had adapted well to this four-legged little animal, Ling Chunan was still curious about this overly fluffy white tail. After he became this size last time, he had not had time to observe this body.

Ling Chunan first moved the tail. The tail, which was nearly half the length of the little fox's body, was very flexible and drew a beautiful arc in the air according to his wishes. However, when Ling Chunan took it in front of his eyes to observe it carefully, he found that he could not catch it. He circled the tail around the bed three times in a row. He suddenly froze. What was he doing?

Could it be that the brain capacity would really become smaller after becoming an animal? Ling Chunan's head was full of black lines. He refused to think about this question. He jumped off the bed lightly and shouted: "098."

098, who was quietly watching his host's excitement, quickly replied, "Yes, host."

"How long have I slept?" Ling Chunan finally did not ask about the brain capacity.

098, who had learned his lesson long ago, would not take the initiative to bring up this sensitive topic. "Return to the host. It's been three days. This is North City. The master has just been out for two hours and should be back soon."

Ling Chunan had already walked to the floor-length mirror. The little fox in the mirror had two big obsidian eyes that were watery and occupied nearly half of its face. Its fluffy ears looked big and soft, its fur was pure white and smooth, and its overly fluffy tail looked almost as big as its body.

To be precise, it was not one tail, but three. Ling Chunan raised the tail and studied it carefully to make sure he was not mistaken. He remembered that when he turned into a fox three days ago, he only had one tail. He felt the abundant energy in his body, which seemed to be caused by the increase in his cultivation. After

studying the fox's body, Ling Chunan turned back into a human form.

He was still wearing the same dark brocade robe that he wore when he woke up last time. Unlike other high-level zombies who had slightly pale faces, Ling Chunan's skin had regained its elasticity and was as white as jade. He looked to be between 19 and 20 years old. This face inherited the characteristics of a vixen, especially the pair of soul-sucking peach blossom eyes, which could captivate everyone without him making any expression.

Looking at the face that brought disaster to the country and the people reflected in the mirror, Ling Chunan curled the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

098 took a breath silently. It had a premonition that if the host stood on the street with this face, the jealous old man might cry. And if all zombies were like the host, they probably wouldn't have to sneak around to find food. As long as he beckoned, the food willing to let him suck blood would probably line up from the south to the north of the city.

Ignoring what 098 was thinking, Ling Chunan quickly rushed into the bathroom.

--This body hasn't taken a bath for at least a thousand years!