Chapter 39

  "Hey, Thirteenth Generation, do you need me to come in and keep an eye on you?"

  The sound of the fox's laughter came in from outside.

  "Not necessary."

  I slammed the toilet door shut with all my might, and to prevent him from suddenly rushing in, I also tried pushing the door outward a few times with my hand. Feeling that it was good enough, tight and secure, I estimated that the stinky fox wouldn't be able to rush in.

  I let out a sigh of relief and clapped my hands, then squatted down, just pulled down my pants, ready to take it easy for a bit. Suddenly, there was a cool sensation on my butt, like water had splashed onto it or something. But just for a moment, then it stopped. A minute later, I started feeling this cool thing rubbing against my butt again.

  I slowly stretched out my hand to the back and my fingertips suddenly came into contact with a cold object. Before I could react, I didn't know what it was, but when my fingers felt around again, there was nothing.

  I felt a strange sensation in my heart, looked up at the roof of the toilet and didn't see any water dripping down, my curiosity couldn't be held back as I turned around to look behind me.

  "Ah……"

  I let out a loud shriek and stared at the male demon in front of me with disheveled hair and a mouthful of hiccups.

  It's a demon because I found that there was a strange smell on his body, which can't be found on ghosts. It's estimated that this is what he brought from his original body when he cultivated.

  I called out several times, and he stared blankly at me.

  "You stinky fox spirit, how dare you transform into a ghost to scare me."

  I raised my hand to slap him, and just as my arm was about to swing down, he had already tightly grasped my wrist.

  "Stinky fox, you...you...let me go quickly."

  "Skunk?"

  He frowned slightly and looked at me.

  I don't know how he managed to crouch down in such a small space behind me, and also, it's so smelly, but he really can tolerate it.

  "You're even more stinky than the real thing now, a thirteenth generation that doesn't even have time to wipe your butt."

  "Was it you... just now, who was touching me from behind?"

  I sternly questioned him, slowly moving my feet away from him, quietly starting to wipe my butt with my hand, so as not to be scolded by him again after a while.

  "Let's go, wipe your butt, thirteenth generation."

  He turned around with a smile and looked at me as if he was looking at a puppy.

  Damn it, whoever encounters him is unlucky. Even going to the toilet, he can't even take charge of his own bowel movements. What's the point of this person being alive?

  I stared at him blankly and nodded weakly.

  He reached out and stroked my head a few times, sighing: "The 11th generation's head is still the most comfortable to touch, there's no messy hair on top, it feels smooth to the touch. When will the 13th generation go get a haircut like the 11th generation?"

  "I'm not going, I don't want that hairstyle."

  I reached out to pat the furry paws on my head, thinking that if that girl had a half-bald haircut and left a small braid at the back, she would have become a brother.

  I had just run out of the toilet and turned around when the fox was already standing at the back door, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, the corner of his mouth twitching as if thinking about something, suddenly, he turned around, his eyes fixed on me, this very unfortunate person.

  I pretended I didn't see anything and glanced over him, looking elsewhere with a surprised and curious expression, gazing in the direction he was fleeing.

  "Thirteenth generation, where are you going?"

  Just as he turned around, the fox's yin and yang strange voice came from behind him.