Chapter 76

  It doesn't matter if it's a demon or an immortal, anyway, the fox is just this kind of character, even if it's really a demon, it can't be any worse than that.

  The fox said nothing more after that.

  The gentle evening breeze blew, and the eerie whispers beside my ear made even me, a demon-controlling master, tremble with fear. I tried to change the subject by saying: "Actually, I think that whether one is a demon or an immortal, they are all the same; people have good and bad, demons also have good and bad, we won't indiscriminately wipe out all demons."

  "Cut."

  The fox's nose twitched heavily and let out a hum, its body turned away from me, shaking its head non-stop.

  I thought he was uncomfortable, so I obediently stood behind him and didn't say anything else. After a long time, without seeing any movement from him, I couldn't help but feel a little worried, so I opened my mouth to ask him: "Actually, whether this is a demon or not isn't important, what's important is that one's heart must be kind."

  After finishing speaking, I suddenly felt that this sentence was a bit strange. What's with the demons and humans? Being kind-hearted is what matters most. Whether he's human or demon, whether he's good or evil has nothing to do with me.

  "Look at the fox spirit, still no reaction, so he continued to say: 'In our society now, whether you are human or demon or both, as long as you make a lot of money, then you are the most powerful.'"

  "Really?"

  The fox turned around, its face excitedly looking at me.

  "Yes, but it's a bit hard to say when it comes to my grandfather."

  I felt embarrassed and said to him.

  Thinking of this, these days grandfather put the fox so high, to him both kneeling and worshiping, just short of putting the fox as an ancestor on the altar, and he would be like this to the fox, also completely because of taking the fox for a fox fairy.

  If I did, I would have told him the truth, and Grandpa would probably be so angry that he'd get a stroke.

  The fox stretched out his hand, patted my shoulder, and said with some worry: "Let's just pretend we didn't hear anything about the thirteenth generation, but don't tell the eleventh generation about it. If that old man hears about it, I'm afraid he'll get so angry that he'll drive me out of the house."

  "Really?"

  If grandpa really would kick him out, then I'd rather pretend to have heard it and tell grandpa about it. With that, our home will be rid of one more formidable foe, one less wicked fox that makes me eat poorly, sleep poorly, and can't even attend classes properly.

  Just as I was thinking about it, a fox suddenly appeared in front of me and scared me into jumping.

  "What do you want to do?"

  It felt like he saw right through me, I asked nervously.

  "What's going on?"

  The fox's face was full of cunning, and he leaned in, "Thirteen generations' smile is so treacherous on his face, isn't he thinking of betraying me, telling eleven generations that I'm a demon?"

  "No, no, I didn't think so."

  I don't know how he knew what I was thinking, and I hastily waved my hand in denial, afraid that he would get angry and finish me off on the spot.

  Heaven knows, in the 21st century he was unimpeded, and human society's governance is ineffective against demons.

  All he saw was that his teeth bit, and two fox ears suddenly appeared on the top of his head. Under the dim light in the dark night, the hair on the ears floated lightly, and it looked really cute.

  My gaze was tightly drawn to his two ears, and all the fear in my heart suddenly disappeared.

  "You're quite lovely, why don't you show it off more often?"

  I couldn't help but burst out laughing, and involuntarily reached out my hand to touch his fox ears. My fingers had just touched the soft patch when I felt the fox's body tremble slightly, and then the temperature on his ears rose higher and higher, becoming somewhat feverish.