Chapter 114

  The fox was so angry that it stamped its feet, put both hands on my shoulders and shook me violently, shaking me dizzy.

  "Don't... don't shake it again."

  I reached out to push him away, but when I lifted my hand, I found that it was still holding a plastic bag with noodles. Isn't this the noodle he wanted to eat? I didn't have the nerve to spill it, so I had no choice but to put my hand down again.

  "The thirteenth generation, I want to sit down and eat noodles, I don't want to stand up and eat noodles."

  Thousands of years old fox, one meter eight tall, suddenly became like a little kid, standing in front of me with a spoiled and cute expression. This is really unbearable for me.

  "Okay okay, let's go find a seat. Stop shaking, I'm getting dizzy."

  I had no choice but to nod in agreement with him.

  "What is this?"

  The fox's eyes were sharp and in one glance, he spotted the hot dog tightly grasped in my other hand.

  "Here, for you."

  I handed him the hot dog.

  The fox curiously took over the hot dog and placed it in front of his eyes, staring at it with a serious face.

  One minute later, the fox and hot dog made eye contact.

  Two minutes later, the fox looked at the hot dog in his hand with a puzzled expression, as if he didn't know whether to eat it or not.

  Three minutes later, the fox stopped in its tracks and began to lick the hot dog with its tongue, occasionally making a series of sounds that made people blush.

  It's just as well that the night is dark enough and my eyes are blind enough. Otherwise, if I saw the fox licking a hot dog with its tongue, I might have bled to death from a nosebleed.

  "What's wrong, what is it doing?"

  Ten minutes later, he was still licking it. I couldn't bear it anymore and asked him.

  The fox looked at me with a serious face and replied: "I'm trying to figure out what flavor it is."

  "What flavor?"

  I couldn't help but frown, he looked nothing like a fox spirit who had cultivated for thousands of years, but rather like an ignorant little kid.

  "That's right."

  The fox nodded and said: "However, I think this thing only smells good, but there's nothing special about the taste when eating it."

  After finishing speaking, he continued licking again.

  There's a faintly unpleasant atmosphere in the air, probably because of the ambiguity! Unfortunately, this fox didn't notice at all and was happily licking itself.

  "I'm so angry and said: 'It's biting with your mouth, not licking. You just lick, there's definitely no flavor.'"

  Your mom is licking a hot dog over there, does she think it's an ice pop or something, licking it mouthful by mouthful.

  "Are you biting with your mouth?"

  In the darkness, I couldn't see the expression on the fox's face. However, from his tone of voice, it seemed that he still didn't understand what I was saying.

  So I patiently told him: "Just like you usually eat."

  "Oh."

  The fox responded with a sound.

  Then, I suddenly felt a wave of heat rushing towards my face. After that, my mouth was blocked and a strong smell of hot dog filled my nostrils.

  Stinky fox, taking advantage of me again! I'm so angry that I'd like to smash a bowl of noodles on his face. But considering that the noodles were bought with my own money, I feel a pang of reluctance and don't want to waste them on him. So, I open my mouth ready to give him a good bite on the lips, intending to teach him a lesson, but unexpectedly he sticks his tongue into my mouth instead.

  Stinky fox, didn't even wash your hands, and the hot dog in your mouth hasn't been fully swallowed yet. At the same time, you're taking advantage of me and making me feel nauseous, great.

  "Let... me... go..."

  I exerted all my strength to push him, but just as I had pushed him open a bit, the arm wrapped around my waist suddenly increased its force again, and my feet slipped and plunged straight into his arms.

  "Don't even think about escaping."

  The fox supported my waist with one hand and pulled me closer into his embrace, then began a kiss that was going to take my life.

  After a long time, I was kissed until I almost couldn't breathe, and my legs went weak. It wasn't until then that the fox slowly let me go.

  "You..."

  I was just about to raise my hand to hit him, but my legs went soft and my waist tightened, and I fell into his arms again.

  "Hahaha..."

  The fox leaned in close, whispering softly in my ear. The warm, damp breath wafted against the side of my neck, causing my heart to beat faster and my breathing to grow more rapid.

  "What's wrong? Just a moment ago, I was being affectionate with the master, and now the thirteenth generation can't help but throw himself into my arms." The fox said with a smile.

  "My legs...my legs are weak. I've been standing for too long, that's all." I stuttered in explanation to him.

  Although I also knew in my heart that I didn't intentionally want to fall into his arms. However, for some reason, after hearing him say this, I couldn't help but have some doubts about myself. Could it be true what he said, that I was again uncontrollably wanting to take advantage of the fox?

  It's impossible, it's impossible, just thinking about it is terrifying.

  "My legs have turned to jelly."

  The fox smiled and said.

  After finishing, he swallowed the hot dog in one gulp and put that bamboo stick in front of me, saying: "Thirteen generations, what is this?"

  I gave him a glance and replied indifferently: "One bamboo skewer."

  "Cut." The fox gave me a glance, walked over and pulled up my hand. "What I'm asking is the one you bought earlier, that piece of meat stuck on this bamboo stick that can be eaten."

  Hot dog.

  "Hmmph! Although I don't like those stupid dogs, using their meat to make food for me is acceptable. I'll tolerate it."

  He really thought it was dog meat, what a wonderful idea! I couldn't help but feel sad for this ancient person living in modern times.

  I said to him: "Although this thing is called a hot dog, the meat inside may be some meat scraps mixed with flour."

  The fox's face turned stern, and he said angrily: "Then why did you deceive me, saying that this thing is called a hot dog?"

  I said to him with an innocent face, "This can't be blamed on me. In our society, to be honest, not many things are clean. Look at it, although it's called a hot dog, but the manufacturer can't possibly really use dog meat for you! One piece of dog meat costs one yuan and they cook it and put it in here, do you think they're doing charity?"

  "Hmph! What kind of society is this? This only goes to show how cunning you humans are. We may be demons, but in many cases, it's actually you humans who are truly ruthless. You keep saying that we demons harm the six realms, but in reality, it's just your own guilty conscience at work, fearing that one day we demons will surpass humans."

  I nodded in agreement: "What you said is also quite right. However, as my grandfather said, not every demon will do evil, and humans are not all that bad either."