Chapter 4

His tail was wrapped around my waist, and the tip of it brushed against my neck.

Help, it’s a bit ticklish.

I instinctively raised my hand to touch his tail.

But I didn’t expect him to react so strongly.

Hu Qing’s ears turned red, and he gave me a reproachful glance.

I was startled: “Don’t be like that, I just touched it!”

He frowned at me: “Do you really not remember me?”

It was only then that I recalled what he had just called me.

Benefactor?

I saved him?

But I’ve saved so many little animals in the past, I really couldn’t remember at the moment.

“Why don’t you transform into your true form?”

As soon as I spoke, Hu Qing in front of me began to change.

A flash of red light passed, and when I opened my eyes again, there was a fiery red fox in the room.

I swear, this is the most beautiful fox I’ve ever seen!

As a fanatic for fluffy creatures, my eyes instantly lit up!

Hu Qing said: “After I had just endured the heavenly tribulation, I was caught by a demon hunter who wanted to refine me into a Cosmic Bag.”

I paused for a moment, what he said sounded somewhat familiar.

“At that time, it was a little girl beside him who saved me.”

Ah, I remember now.

Back then, I followed my master around to hunt demons and indeed saved such a fox.

But… that fox was bald!

Seeing my shock, Hu Qing seemed a bit embarrassed: “I was injured then, my appearance… was somewhat unsightly.”

Unsightly is an understatement; it was hideously tragic!

Foxes undergo eighteen transformations.

Looking at Hu Qing who had returned to human form, I felt a bit helpless: “Brother Fox, what exactly do you want?”

He spoke righteously: “To repay your kindness!”

Me: “So you disguised as a woman to compete with me for my husband??”

Do all foxes have such peculiar logic?

Wait, that’s not right!

Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I looked at him in astonishment:

“Could it be, you know Fan Hui is my master’s son and came specifically for revenge?”

Hu Qing’s eyes narrowed, his tone somewhat strange:

“So, Fan Hui is the son of that wretched Taoist?”

Me: “…”

Ah, I’m a fool.

If Fan Hui ends up dead because of him, it certainly wouldn’t be my fault.