"hiss……"

A soft, unbearable sigh escaped her lips.

Fang Ruotang paused, turned around and looked at Rong Xing with a puzzled expression.

His gaze shifted downwards, landing on her tightly clenched hand. He opened it up and his expression immediately changed. His tone turned somewhat harsh as he asked, "Are you injured?"

Without asking, it was obvious that the injury occurred in the afternoon when someone was receiving a whip on the street, but even after so long, the wound was still bleeding.

"You didn't apply the medicine?"

Rong Xing carefully observed Fang Ruotang's expression and explained, "I thought it was nothing. After all, I'm in good health now, and I thought it would be fine in a while."

"You think, you think..."

Fang Ruotang gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Rong Xing.

"Don't think I don't know you're deliberately not treating your wound. You just want me to see it and feel sorry for you, right?"

Rong Xing's eyes flickered, but he kept his eyes lowered and remained silent.

Not entirely.

The white fox has injuries.

But he didn't.

He was a little afraid of not being able to steal the white fox's attention.

That's why I deliberately avoid touching the wound.

It's not that I want Fang Ruotang to worry.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury. It won't matter if you don't treat it."

It didn't actually hurt, but when they arrived at the entrance of the arena, Fang Ruotang grabbed his hand without warning. In her excitement, she lost her grip, and he suddenly let out a groan.

"I really owe you all!"

Fang Ruotang took out the elixir and applied a thick layer to Rong Xing's palm.

They simply didn't believe Rong Xing's explanation.

They're very cunning!

She fell for it every time, every single time.

Sometimes, she felt like she wanted to crack open their heads to see what they were doing. They were injured and didn't treat it right away, but instead came to her to show it to her. What were they trying to achieve?

The elixir was of the highest quality; the medical elders of Medicine King Valley had specially prepared it for her to keep on hand. For these minor wounds, the elixir had an immediate effect.

Fang Ruotang held Rong Xing's hand, stared at it with her eyes down, then blew on it and asked, "How is it? Is it better? Does it still hurt?"

"...It doesn't hurt anymore!"

Rong Xing lowered his eyebrows, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

So how can you blame them?

Fang Ruotang herself is afraid of being tired and in pain, so whenever they have a small wound, she feels the same way, thinking that they must also be in pain and feeling wronged.

They soothe and comfort people gently, showing them both love and pampering.

Who could bear to part with such tenderness?

If one person comes once or twice, it adds up to more than ten times. Therefore, in Fang Ruotang's eyes, they are doing it on purpose. So she gets angry and scolds them every time, but it never stops her from being gentle and considerate.

"It's alright now, it's cool, the wound doesn't hurt anymore, and it's not bleeding anymore!" Rong Xing lowered his eyes and stared at the small wound on his hand.

The three people behind them exchanged a glance, speechless.

Why is it sticky and gooey all day long?

"Okay, then be careful not to get it wet and don't use this hand. We'll apply the medicine again when we get back, and after a good night's sleep, you'll be fine tomorrow."

"good!"

Seeing that Rong Xing was cooperating and didn't whine or act spoiled, Fang Ruotang stopped scolding him. She took a few steps, moved to Rong Xing's other side, grabbed his hand, and said, "Let's hold this hand!"

"Hmm!" Rong Xing chuckled, spread his five fingers, inserted them into Fang Ruotang's fingers, and wrapped her small hand completely in his large hand.

Old Ancestor Yan Yun couldn't hold back any longer and rolled his eyes, asking, "Is the show over? Are we still going in or not?"

"Go!" Fang Ruotang said with great energy.

The arena requires an entrance fee, but it's not expensive—one low-grade spirit stone per person.

They entered the arena with five low-grade spirit stones.

Fang Ruotang held Rong Xing's arm with her other hand and tugged at it, speaking to him in her mind.

[When I fall on hard times, I can secretly earn spirit stones, hide people in secret realms, one low-grade spirit stone for two people, and carry a few at a time, earning a little every day.]

[Little Six is ​​really smart.]

Right? I think so too, it's effortless.

Wow! That's amazing.

Rong Xing didn't mention that bringing such a large number of people into the venue would cause the venue's management to discover the matter, since they would never stoop to that level.

"It's so dark in here!"

Fang Ruotang's view was unrestricted, but she still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

It was dark and damp inside.

Moreover, there was an unpleasant smell in the air.

None of the demons walking on either side were in their complete form; they were all incomplete transformations.

However, Fang Ruotang secretly released her divine sense and took a very discreet look. Most of the demonic beasts here were not unable to fully transform due to insufficient cultivation.

It's mostly intentional; they just like to show off their racial characteristics.

Just then, a fox's tail swished right under her nose.

And it was the same as that white fox, except that its ears didn't protrude, but its white, fluffy fox tail was bigger and more beautiful than the one I saw in the afternoon.

That's normal, after all, the fox was injured. Its tail had lost its luster and was covered in dust. Its beautiful tail was no longer standing upright; it was drooping down, weak and powerless, unable to even maintain its complete form.

"It's okay, I'll hold your hand!"

Rong Xing took the opportunity to pull Fang Ruotang into his arms, holding her arm. He noticed that her head was slightly tilted, staring in one direction, and then he saw another ball of white fluff.

For the first time, he had a feeling that he was a human being.

If he's not human, then at least he'll be furry.

Fang Ruotang must like him just as much.

Although he doesn't care much about physical appearance, he has known since childhood that he has a good-looking appearance and believes that he would be very cute if he turned into a furry creature.

Fang Ruotang was completely unaware of Rong Xing's dangerous thoughts. She nestled in his arms and whispered in his ear, "This one also has a white tail. Could it be related to the white fox from this afternoon? Is he here to steal it from me?"

Baiwei walked over and stared at Fang Ruotang.

Fang Ruotang glanced at him and glared at him fiercely.

Because a fox's eyes can be alluring and seductive, but when it looks at someone with a cold gaze, they can also send chills down your spine.

At this moment, the fox on the other side is the latter.

Rong Xing was slightly displeased and asked in a cold voice, "What is it?"

"That's what I should be asking you! Are you trying to provoke me by staring at my tail like that?" The white-tailed fox smiled coldly.

It looks good, but the smile isn't very friendly right now.

Fang Ruotang said frankly, "No! I just thought your tail was pretty, so I took a second look. If you don't like it, just put it away! What if someone else likes it and takes a second look, and then you'll be unhappy again."

Baiwei choked.

Unexpectedly, he was speechless at the words of the person on the other end. He saw that the group had already left gracefully. He also had things to do on his way here, so he did not chase after them to cause trouble.

Fang Ruotang pulled Rong Xing and ran straight to the most crowded place.

A black curtain blocked the way, revealing a small doorway.

It has a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

But the sounds inside were particularly noisy.