Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 10

"Keep the fox?"

Not only was Yan Zhao slightly stunned, but even A-Ling was quite surprised.

"Boss, you..." A-Ling was confused. How could the leader so easily let this thief, who sneaked into the bandit camp to steal, go?

What was so special about this fox, apart from its good looks?

The woman waved her hand to stop A-Ling from asking further questions. She nodded towards Yan Zhao and asked, "What will you do?"

The fox raised its head and looked up at the woman. Its deep green eyes gave off a chilling aura.

The woman smiled, realizing this was no ordinary fox.

Yan Zhao hugged the little fox tightly, remaining silent.

A-Ling, unconditionally obedient to the leader's commands, saw that Yan Zhao wasn't responding and raised her voice, "Our boss is asking you a question! Are you mute?!"

After a long period of silence from Yan Zhao, A-Ling grew impatient. "Boss, this thief is clearly defiant! If you like the fox, just take it! Why waste time talking to her? She came into our camp to steal, and we're debating this?"

Before she could finish, A-Ling suddenly met Yan Zhao's fierce gaze and was taken aback by the hostility in her eyes.

The leader pondered for a moment and then said, "From the looks of it, you're not doing well in the Fuyun Sect. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here stealing from us. How about this: I'll add one hundred taels of silver and ten pieces of meat."

A-Ling was shocked. "Boss!"

It's just a fox. There are plenty of them in the mountains, and even good-looking ones aren't that rare. There's no need for one hundred taels!

The leader ignored A-Ling's objections, picked up a wine cup from the table, took a sip, and gave Yan Zhao a final warning, "You have the time of an incense stick to think it over. Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a punishment drink."

Yan Zhao remained silent, but the little fox in her arms started to fidget.

Ren Qingyue, who had been with Yan Zhao for two days, had a general sense of Yan Zhao's nature. This child was not bad-hearted, and though she had little concept of other things, she was particularly insistent about food.

The reason was not hard to guess.

The outer disciples of the Fuyun Sect had a dining hall specifically for those in the Qi Condensation stage who could not practice fasting. They provided spirit porridge and spirit food, and diligent disciples could also buy fasting pills with sect contributions.

However, Tianzhu Peak, being an inner sect area, had no dining hall since the disciples had all practiced fasting.

Yan Zhao, unable to cultivate and unable to leave Tianzhu Peak, with no one to take care of her, must have often gone hungry.

Ren Qingyue wasn't entirely unaware of Yan Zhao's life on Tianzhu Peak over the past three hundred years, but since it didn't concern him directly, he didn't pay much attention.

No one had taught her rules or showed her any care.

Ren Qingyue felt helpless. Considering this, even if Yan Zhao chose to leave him behind and take the money, it would be understandable.

Yan Zhao patted the fox on the head and then put it on the ground.

Ren Qingyue sighed inwardly: As expected.