Morning Star

Chapter 341 Little Fox Huahua

Even though her eyes were closed, she could still see things.

There was a bright area in front of her, with what seemed to be the sky above and the water below as calm as a mirror. She didn't know how wide it was.

The Lingyun Whip and the hairpin were quietly suspended on the calm water, and their shadows were reflected on the water.

She was pleasantly surprised, and just as she took out the Lingyun Whip, she suddenly felt something cool brushing across her face.

He frowned and opened his eyes.

A hideous face that was very close came into view.

"!"

She was so scared that she stepped back reflexively, but she lost her balance and fell into the water.

"Pfft!"

Water splashed everywhere.

Soon she flew up, used her spiritual energy to roll up the bathrobe beside her and quickly wrapped it around her body, then swung the Lingyun Whip at the thing.

"Jiu'er!"

Mo Xinglan, who heard the noise outside the screen, screamed and rushed in, just in time to see Chujiu landing barefoot on the ground.

The Lingyun Whip transformed into a white dragon and wrapped around a translucent little girl.

Mo Xinglan didn't pay attention. He came to Chujiu worriedly and pulled her arm in panic, asking, "Are you injured anywhere?"

"No." Chujiu pushed his hand away, looked at the little girl in front of him coldly, and took a few steps towards her. "You were the one who scared me that night?"

The little girl stared at Chujiu warily with her red eyes, her pupils shrinking into a line like a cat's in bright light.

The two white ears are furry and look like fox ears, and the tail hangs behind it and cannot move.

She bared her teeth at Chujiu, her ears shrunk back into airplane ears: "You bad woman, let me go. No, or I'll make you pay!"

Chujiu sneered and didn't take it seriously.

Mo Xinglan's eyes suddenly turned cold and murderous, and he raised his hand to kill her. But Chujiu stopped him. He waved at him, indicating that he would leave it to her.

Mo Xinglan put down his hand, but his eyes were still cold.

At this moment, I noticed that she was wet, her bathrobe was soaked and stuck to her skin, and her white and tender skin was faintly visible under the fabric.

He swallowed, turned away his slightly red face, raised his hand and used his spiritual energy to help her dry the water off her body.

Chujiu noticed his actions and frowned, tilting his head in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"I..." He paused, his eyes flashing, "I was afraid you would catch a cold, so I helped you dry the water off your body."

"..."

Chujiu ignored her and turned back to continue staring at the little girl who was caught in the white dragon.

The little girl trembled slightly when she was stared at. She looked at her with her chin raised: "You, do you think you can kill me if you catch me? I, I tell you, you can't kill me."

She is just a soul now, and if it weren't for special methods, she would have been killed.

Chujiu chuckled as if he had heard a bad joke: "Oh, really? How about giving it a try?"

He said this without waiting for the little girl to answer and gestured to Bai Long.

Bai Long shrank his body, and the little girl's face was distorted. He finally believed that she could really kill him.

But she still refused to admit defeat and yelled, "Bad woman! Let me go! Woohoo - I will tell my master, he will not let you go!"

Chujiu signaled Bailong to loosen up a little so as not to kill him.

Then he raised a wicked smile, leaned closer to the little girl with a sinister face and said, "So you still have a master. Come on, shout louder and call your master over so that I can kill your master too."

The little girl was stunned when she heard it, and the next second she shut up and stopped shouting. She bared her teeth at Chujiu fiercely: "You bad woman, my master is very powerful, he is the Demon Lord, you can't beat my master."

"Demon Lord?" Chu Jiu was surprised. He stood up and looked at Mo Xinglan with a questioning look.

Mo Xinglan shook his head to indicate that he didn't know him.

But the next moment the little girl seemed to see hope, and she happily shouted to Mo Xinglan: "Master, Master."

She had just focused her attention on Chujiu and had not even looked at Mo Xinglan. Only now did she notice the joy in her heart.

"Shut up, I'm not your master." Mo Xinglan looked at her coldly.

But he probably knew who her owner was.

The little girl pouted in grievance when he scolded her. If she wasn't just in a ghost state, she would have cried.

"Master, don't you recognize me? I am Huahua, the little fox Huahua."

Chujiu looked at Mo Xinglan's face, then at Huahua, and understood.

He stepped aside and gave way: "She is your mother's...little fox, and now she is yours too, you can handle it yourself."

After saying that, he let Bailong let her go, put away the Lingyun Whip, and turned to leave.

"Jiu'er." Mo Xinglan pulled her back, "She is not mine."

He held her hand tighter: "You are mine, please don't be angry, okay?"

Chujiu sighed, pushed his hand away and glanced at the confused Huahua: "I'm not angry about this, but this is your own business, it's not convenient for me to interfere."

After a pause, he forced a smile: "I'll go back to the house and wait for you."

He walked out without waiting for Mo Xinglan's response.

"..."

As soon as Chujiu left, Mo Xinglan's temperament became cold.

In this cold winter, it feels even colder. Huahua, who is just a soul, shivered.

"Lord, master?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the bathroom suddenly dropped several degrees, and soon Huahua felt a pain in her soul, and her body was entangled in evil spirits and she couldn't move at all.

She was so frightened by Mo Xinglan in front of her that she didn't dare to scream, and even her soul seemed to be dispersed.

A strong sense of crisis surged into my mind, a feeling I had never had even when I first encountered the ninth day of the lunar year.

Chujiu only said that he wanted to kill her, but Mo Xinglan really wanted to kill her.

Finally she realized that the person in front of her was not her master, but just looked like her. Her master would not be so cruel to her and would not want to kill her.

"Tell me your origins in detail, otherwise I will kill you." Mo Xinglan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her and got straight to the point.

He will never forget how she scared Jiuer before.

Huahua stared at the person in front of her in horror, her ears drooping, she was so scared that she couldn't speak for a long time.

Seeing that she was speechless for a long time, Mo Xinglan's eyes dimmed and the dangerous aura became stronger.

"I, I, I, I'll tell you." Hua Hua squeezed out a few words and then explained the whole story in detail.

"I was originally a little white fox born in the Border Demon Forest. One hundred years ago, my parents took me to encounter the natural enemy, the red wolf, and they were killed by the red wolf. At the critical moment, my master who was away from home saved me.

"I was too young and injured at the time. My master made a pact with me when my life was in danger and saved me. After that, I have been practicing with my master."

His eyes dimmed as he spoke, "It was not until more than twenty years ago that the master left the Demon Realm, saying that he wanted to settle accounts with the Luo family in Hualing. That was the first time I left the master. It was also after that time that the master came back, and he was often not in the Demon Realm."

Thinking of something, her face twisted and she said angrily, “One year, the master brought a human man back home. I didn’t like that man because he stole the master away.

"But the master will only smile so happily when that man is around. It's a bit like the way I smile when something happy happens, but also a bit different. I know the master is very happy, so as long as that man doesn't hurt the master, I can still accept him reluctantly.

"But...after that man took the master away, the master rarely came back. My sister Jinxi also followed the master and left the Demon Realm.

"Since the master came back seventeen years ago, he has changed. He no longer likes to laugh or talk. I also vaguely feel that the master's cultivation has dropped a lot. The master was so powerful before."

If there were tears, if her hands could move, she would have been in tears at this moment, wiping her tears with both hands.