His nine tails enveloped himself and the silent woman in white on the sickbed, and he looked at her as if she were a dead person.

Ling'er's breathing suddenly became hurried.

She felt she had stumbled upon a huge secret.

"You're still here?" Xi Wu Daojun finally hugged Xiao Hei's tail and rubbed it against its fluffy fur before he saw Ling'er.

A faint killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He didn't care that Ling'er had discovered his friendship with the demon race, nor did he care that he would be seen as colluding with the demon race and betraying the cultivators. However, Xiao Hei's cultivation had not yet recovered, and if discovered by the cultivators, even a Nascent Soul cultivator could kill Xiao Hei.

Although he would protect his own fox, he was afraid that he might be careless and put Little Black in danger. Concerned about Little Black's safety, Daoist Xiwu's gaze darkened. He casually dragged the black-haired woman who had snorted coldly to his side, and just as he was about to speak, the woman simply sat down on his lap.

…This made Daoist Xiwu very happy, but he still looked at Xiao Hei and then at his own legs.

Such initiative, Daojun must be overjoyed!

"What are you looking at?!" The black-haired woman immediately exploded, her two black fox ears twitching incessantly.

Xi Wu Daojun looked up at the fluttering hairy ears, silently swallowed, and suddenly revealed a flirtatious and ambiguous smile, asking, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

"What's wrong with it?!" Little Black asked fiercely, its hand flashing with cold light, as if it could poke Xi Wu Dao Jun with its claw at any moment.

"Why are you sitting on my lap?" Isn't that incredibly suggestive? A woman sitting on a man's lap so intimately—does that imply tacit consent?

he……

"Didn't I used to sit on your lap?" The fluffy black fox had always sat on the young man's lap, and it still did now. What was the problem?

He was overthinking it.

Xi Wu Daojun was so disappointed that he almost burst into tears. Seeing that the woman was still rubbing against him, seemingly still wanting to find a small place to curl up comfortably, he sighed even more. He had no choice but to reach out and hug the black-haired woman in his arms. He watched as she gave a satisfied snort and wrapped her tail around his waist to keep him in place. He felt very complicated at that moment.

He didn't know what to feel, but he couldn't help but look at Ling'er, who was staring blankly up at him. When she came to her senses and screamed as she was about to rush out of the cave, he flicked his finger and a beam of light pulled her back.

"Xi Wu..." Seeing Daoist Xi Wu smiling at her while holding the black-haired woman, Ling'er was so frightened that her teeth chattered.

She discovered that Daoist Xiwu was having an affair with a demon woman. Would Daoist Xiwu kill her to silence her?

"You really shouldn't have shown up at this time." Daoist Xiwu looked at Ling'er and smiled. His gaze was gentle and warm, still as smooth as jade, but it instilled fear in people's hearts.

When those emotionless eyes fell on Ling'er, she trembled with fear. Forgetting her terror, she rolled to his side, crying, "Xi Wu! Are you really going to hurt me? Have you forgotten your vow to be good to me for life? How much you love me?!" As she cried, she thought of the days she was pampered, and forgetting her fear of the demon cultivator, she pointed at Xiao Hei and screamed, "Stealing someone's husband! How shameless! You vixen!"

Xiao Hei squinted its eyes.

She is indeed a fox spirit, a race she is very proud of.

However, Ling'er's constant talk of liking and loving immediately made her inexplicably unhappy. Remembering why she had transformed earlier, she let out a low growl and prepared to jump down and tear Ling'er to pieces.

Xi Wu Daojun held her back and looked at Ling'er, who was pointing at Xiao Hei.

He stretched out his hand, bent his fingers, and a spiritual light seemed to be brewing and flashing in his hand with its distinct knuckles.

"Wait a minute," Shen Wangshu said.

She intervened to stop Daoist Xiwu from killing Ling'er, slowly rising to her feet. Having finally broken free from Xiao Xuan's tail, she felt an unbearable chill without his embrace. She felt incredibly empty. Looking back at Xiao Xuan, she saw a smug glint in the young fox's eyes before he transformed into a chubby fox and jumped into her arms, nuzzling against her.

She slowly walked to Ling'er's side, a cold smile appearing in her eyes as she leaned down to look at the girl who had fallen to the ground in fright.

She doesn't seem to be doing very well after leaving Xiwu.

“You saw something you shouldn’t have seen,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

She shattered the Nascent Soul of the Red Moon Fairy with a single sword strike, and now every disciple in the sect knows it. Ling'er trembled all over as she looked at this ruthless Nascent Soul elder.

She dared to overstep her bounds in front of Daoist Xiwu because he liked her, and she was certain he wouldn't harm her. But Daoist Lingxiao didn't like her.

“I understand you don’t want to be someone’s cauldron.” Seeing Ling’er’s eyes widen in surprise, Shen Wangshu smiled faintly and said softly, “You only saw a small thing, it’s nothing. I don’t care about trespassing into my cave.” She straightened up quietly, looking down at Ling’er who was clutching her clothes and speechless, and said slowly, “I’ll remember your life. If you don’t want to marry a Nascent Soul cultivator, it’s just a matter of a word from me. But you need to know what you’ll give in return.”

Ling'er looked bewildered, but she knew that Shen Wangshu was her lifeline, so she hurriedly rolled to her feet and cried out, "Please, Daoist Master, save me!"

Xiao Xuan poked her little head out from Shen Wangshu's arms. Feeling that the girl was too close to Shen Wangshu, she squeaked unhappily twice.

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