Chapter Thirty-Four

  "You..."

  I clenched my fists in anger, but didn't dare to shout loudly at him. Now, with Grandpa right here, if I yelled at him, even if he wouldn't do anything to me, Grandpa would probably not let me off easy either.

  Looking at his disdainful expression, I felt a surge of anger in my heart. I secretly glared at him a few times, then pretended as if nothing had happened and raised my head to say to him: "How can you say that? Not everyone is so weak against monsters. Although some people are powerless against them, there are also many very powerful people, like the demon-slaying Taoist from the west of the town who has defeated many monsters, or the high-ranking monk from Lan Shan Temple who often captures and subdues demons. How can you say such a thing?"

  In order to fully convince him and make him believe, I racked my brains and finally came up with the names of these two notorious figures in our small town.

  As I approached him, shouting loudly, the fox did not get angry but instead smiled, his eyes narrowing with laughter, and his gaze swept lightly over me.

  Looking at his sinister smile, my legs couldn't help but tremble again. "Y...you, what do you want to do? It's almost time for dinner, don't fight!"

  "Cut." He hummed lightly, glanced at the dishes on the table with a look of disdain, then turned back to me and asked, "I don't want to dirty my own hands."

  He raised an eyebrow and gazed at me with a flirtatious look, saying: "The thirteenth generation just said something that wasn't very clear, I didn't quite understand?"

  "Didn't you say it clearly?" I asked back: "Which sentence?"

  "Oh no, you!"

  His face was somewhat helpless, his eyes reproachfully looked at me, this is really a terrifying expression that can scare people to death.

  I steadied myself and didn't let myself fall down.

  He said: "Isn't it the thirteenth generation? Not everyone is so unbearable, I just want to know if your grandfather from the eleventh generation is included in those who are unbearable?"

  As soon as he finished speaking, I saw Grandpa glare at me with an angry face.

  "Grandpa, I wasn't talking about you."

  "Then who are you talking about?" Grandfather didn't ask, but the fox did.

  I glanced over at him and muttered: "No matter who I'm talking about, anyway, the person I'm talking about is definitely not my grandfather."

  "Really?"

  He asked in a low and mysterious tone.

  "Of course."

  I swallowed hard and said.

  The fox spirit said, "Just now, didn't you say this when I was about to slap the eleventh generation's head? The thirteenth generation's words must have meant that although humans are vulnerable, this eleventh generation is one of those who can withstand a blow. If I were to slap him with my palm, he would likely suffer internal injuries."

  "No." I refused to admit it, "It's just that older people are a bit more vulnerable."

  As soon as I finished speaking, the back of my head was slapped hard by Grandpa.

  "Little rabbit, dare you say your father is useless."

  Grandfather's thunderous roar sounded from behind, followed by a slap that heavily slapped my head, I felt a dizziness in front of my eyes, the pain made me want to faint.

  "Hehe......"

  The sly laughter of the fox spirit sounded from the side, slowly and with a cunning face said: "Ah, the eleventh generation's hand is really not light, this slap is much heavier than mine, I don't know if the thirteenth generation can withstand as many slaps on her head as you, eleventh generation."