Chapter Thirty-Eight

  "You've just poisoned yourself."

  "Alright, considering how pitiful you look now, I won't say anything about you."

  "Thank you."

  In order to hurry into the toilet, I still have to say something nice to him. He slowly moved away and saw a bright light in front of him. My toilet was just waiting for me not far ahead. Suddenly my heart was filled with hope. I held my stomach tightly and stood up a little, but then there was another rumbling sound inside, feeling like I could solve the problem right in front of him at any moment.

  "Waaa... Mom..."

  My stomach hurts so much that my legs are almost unable to stand straight, I crouch on the ground and slowly move towards the toilet with difficulty.

  "Oh dear, I'm worried sick!"

  The fox who was walking away came back and stood in front of me.

  I didn't have the energy to deal with him, so I stretched out one hand and pulled his pants, saying: "Get out of the way, don't block the road..."

  After finishing, there was another severe pain in my stomach. I had no strength to shake off his pants, and with both hands tightly grasping the flesh on my stomach, I buried my head and wailed: "You... you have a grudge against me, why..."

  Before I could even finish speaking, he stepped forward and wrapped one arm around my waist, placing the other under my knees, lifting me off the ground with both hands.

  "What... what do you want?"

  My voice trembled as I asked him, my body had already softened and didn't have much strength left, wanting to resist, but basically there was no more power in my body.

  "Help you?" He seemed even more helpless, looking away with some embarrassment and saying.

  "Help me?"

  Will foxes be so kind?

  He wouldn't want to take me somewhere else and not let me go to the toilet, would he? How cruel can you be? But, that's just how cruel Fox is.

  "Waaaah... Let me go, let me go quickly."

  I pounded his shoulders with both hands, asking him to put me down, but he didn't react at all. Suddenly, the hand on my waist slowly moved up a few centimeters, and I felt a tremble in my heart. What's bad luck? This is what it means to be unlucky to the extreme. My stomach was still churning, and yet I had to be held in his arms and eat tofu.

  "Help! Grandpa, help! Waaah... Grandpa, save me!"

  I shouted loudly, guessing that the eleventh generation is now hiding nearby, but dare not come out because of the fox.

  The fox's eyebrows furrowed slightly, somewhat displeased, and it said in a stern voice: "What are you yelling about? What life are you trying to save? I'm not going to kill you. If you keep shouting like this, others will think I'm going to do something to you."

  "You just want to drive me crazy, you won't even let me use the toilet, do you want me to die?!"

  "Cut."

  He gave me a white eye, turned around, and carried me in the direction of the toilet.

  "What... what do you want to do?"

  "The boss also wants to send you to the toilet."

  It was just a second, no, not even a second, in an instant shorter than a second, we arrived in front of the toilet. The fox lowered its body and put me down, saying: "Wait for a while, if you fall off, remember to shout for help loudly, just like you did just now."

  I remained silent and stared at him with a stern expression, my eyes fixed on him, hinting that it was time for him to leave.

  The fox said, "You wouldn't be wanting me to carry you in, would you? Ah, if your legs are weak, just say so. It's not like I haven't had to bend down and carry you before. You're really looking for trouble, aren't you?"

  He reached out and smoothed his messy hair in front of his forehead, then stepped forward with a steady pace.

  I was startled and in an instant, my legs were no longer numb and I had energy in my body. With one hand, I pulled open the toilet door and rushed inside.