Chapter 40

  I took back the step I had already taken, turned around and looked at him, asking: "What's up?"

  The fox stretched out its hand and pointed to the windowsill, saying: "Go, take that bottle of wine and follow me to a place."

  "Where are you going?"

  I curiously asked, slowly walking closer, and reaching the windowsill, I picked up the wine bottle with both hands and held it tightly in my arms. Turning around to face him, I asked: "Who do you want to invite for a drink?"

  "Who's treating?"

  He stepped closer, reached out and ruffled my hair a few times, with a complacent expression saying: "For thousands of years, others have invited me to drink, but I've never invited anyone to drink anything."

  He snatched the wine bottle from my hand, took a swig, and then wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He examined the bottle for a moment, shook his head, and said with a hint of regret: "This wine may not taste great, but it's still a shame to feed it to that thing!"

  I heard the fox muttering to itself nonstop, looked up curiously and asked: "Hey, who are you going to feed with this wine?"

  It's either Zhang's pig or Li's cow, but those animals don't seem to be interested in wine!

  No matter whether he really wanted to take that bottle of wine to feed the cattle, in order for Grandpa not to be infuriated by him, I still had to make an effort to stop him.

  "Who's it for?" He smiled with his fox-like eyes narrowing into a slit, glancing at me and saying: "Do you think I'd bring this wine to feed someone else?"

  It's hard to say, I thought of a joke and said to him: "The fox wants to go find its own kind for a drink, right?"

  The smile on the fox's face immediately disappeared, her eyes staring at me, "A wine like yours is worthy of being served to my clan? Hmph!" The fox gave me a white-eyed glance, and with one swift motion, she grabbed my hair and flung it towards my face, making me stare wide-eyed.

  He smiled slyly and walked forward with a pleased expression on his face.

  I reached out and touched my face, a wave of sadness in my heart. Could it be that all foxes are so arrogant and self-absorbed, with no regard for others?

  Why did I attract a strange and eccentric colored fox that's prone to blowing its top, instead of a sweet and obedient little fox?

  The sun sets in the west, the sky gradually darkens, and a misty fog spreads over the mountain top. A chill runs through the air, carrying a hint of coldness. As the cool breeze brushes past, I feel an instant chill run down my spine.

  The fox swaggered along in front, humming a little tune as it went, looking utterly carefree.

  I followed behind him, holding the wine bottle tightly in my arms, with my head down, not daring to look around, afraid of seeing something I shouldn't again, my footsteps quick and close behind his.

  "Thirteenth generation, can't you hurry up? Walking so slowly, aren't you planning to spend the night outside with me tonight?"

  The sound of the fox's teasing laughter came from ahead, and I muttered softly: "Pigs want to spend the night outside with you."

  "Pig?"

  The sharp-eared fox heard it and turned back.

  The sky is too dark, I can't see his face clearly, and now his face must be darker than Bao Gong's.

  I slowed down my footsteps and slowly lifted my head to look at him, asking cautiously: "Why did you stop? Didn't we agree to go feed someone wine?"

  "Hmph, you go ahead and I'll follow behind you."

  He raised his chin, walked in and pulled my collar with one hand, pushing me forward, gritting his teeth and saying: "Want to know who to feed? The thirteenth generation is walking ahead, wait a while and you will see as you wish."

  "No, never mind, I don't want to see it."

  I waved my hand and twisted my body to shake him off, but he slapped me on the back and I lunged forward, the wine bottle flying out of my hand.

  "Ah--!"

  A loud scream, body pounced forward, both hands felt like they were pressed on the dry material, and a smooth dry material was touched.