Chapter Thirty-Five

  I covered my head with both hands, not daring to move away, and glared at the fox with a sideways glance.

  The fox's eyebrows twitched, and it shouted in anger: "What are you staring at? If you keep this up, I'll dig out your eyeballs! Thirteen generations of eyeballs, just what I like!"

  "Cut." I turned my head away, ignoring him.

  "Haha……" He laughed wildly for a few moments, then turned his head to look at Grandfather and said: "Eleventh Generation, go take a look, is the meal ready? I'm a bit hungry, want to eat something, see if there's anything delicious."

  Grandpa smiled and nodded, walked to the stove, turned around and said: "Lord Hu Xian, dinner is ready, dishes are also stir-fried, would you like to come and have a couple of drinks?"

  "Have two cups?"

  The smelly fox smiled with a treacherous face, raised an eyebrow and said: "Bring up the best wine of the 11th generation, I haven't touched that thing for some time, you go bring it up!"

  As soon as he said that, Grandpa immediately ran out, I saw him crawling far away, turned around and went to the cabinet to get bowls and chopsticks. A fox came and wanted to eat bowls and chopsticks too. After a while, when washing dishes, I would have to wash an extra set of bowls and chopsticks. Just thinking about it made me angry.

  I don't know when, but the fox suddenly floated behind me and said in a gloomy tone: "What's wrong, it's almost time to eat, thirteen generations

  "Why are you still so angry?"

  I ignored him and walked around him, heading towards the stove, putting the bowl into the water.

  "Hey, don't you know there are a lot of weird things waiting for you outside?"

  I paused for a moment and replied, "I know."

  Then, he started cleaning up and said to him: "These have been with me for many years, I'm used to them."

  "Used to it?" He raised an eyebrow, seemingly incredulous.

  Just as I was feeling a little moved by his concern, he suddenly said: "With so many monsters and ghosts following him, the 13th generation has managed to survive until now. I have to say, the 13th generation is really impressive!"

  "Yes, I also think I'm very impressive."

  I walked up to the table and arranged the bowls and chopsticks.

  Unintentionally, I saw that white-haired ghost with only half a body among the group of monsters. Seeing me looking at him, he raised his sleeve and split open his bloody lips to smile at me.

  My goodness! After seeing something so disgusting, how can I still have an appetite for dinner? I turned my head to look at the dishes on the table and stopped that chaotic thinking.

  Just in time, Grandpa came running over with wine, and those ghosts retreated slightly, hiding behind the trees.

  I didn't look at them again, my gaze turned to Grandfather, who was deeply bent over, with a reverent face, holding the wine bottle above his head, smiling fawningly, "Fox Fairy Lord, this is a good wine that has been collected by the Xia family for over 200 years. You try it, after tasting it, you will definitely praise it."

  "Really?" The fox blinked her eyes, smiled with a flirtatious face, and reached out to touch Grandfather's head, saying: "Is what the eleventh generation said true?"

  "Absolutely, absolutely, this old man would never dare deceive anyone, let alone the great Fox Immortal!"

  Grandpa nodded repeatedly, holding up the wine bottle with both hands over his head, as if he wanted to send the wine bottle directly into the fox's mouth.

  "Hehe......" The fox slightly tilted its head to the side, took a few steps back and said with a smile: "Go get a wine bottle, pour out half of this wine and leave it for me, put it in that place."

  I followed her pointing direction and found that the stinky fox's paw was actually pointing to the windowsill of my kitchen.