Bi Xie didn't notice that while she was doing all this, the fox's blood-red eyes were fixed on her without fail, its dark and deep red eyes unfathomable.

Although the weather wasn't particularly cold this season, Bi Xie was only wearing a bellyband and underpants under her Taoist robe. She didn't think anything of it, since it only exposed her back.

But the fox's blood-red pupils instantly sharpened, its gaze shifting from the woman's slender, fair neck to her smooth, jade-like waist, its blood-red eyes, like magma, as deep and unfathomable as the sea.

The blood on the Taoist robe wasn't just Bi Xie's, but Bi Xie's spilling of his own blood on it was enough to confuse Blake for a while, giving her time to escape.

Bi Xie tossed her Taoist robe onto a tree branch, looked at the little fox staring intently at her, smiled, and leaned closer, looking up at it. "Little fox, it's dangerous at night, you should go home!"

The little fox ignored her, looking down at her with disdain.

Bi Xie had few friends growing up, and he liked to raise dogs, cats, and fish, talking to himself while looking at them. He fell in love with this little fox at first sight.

She picked up the little brown fox, which had not a single stray hair on its body. Its fluffy fur made Bi Xie feel warm instantly. She rubbed her face against the little fox and kissed its eyes.

Her eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter: "Little fox, it's dangerous here. Let me take you to a safe place. If you don't have any family, you can stay with me!"

Bi Xie didn't know how much longer she would stay in this world. She called out to the ghost cultivator Zhan Bingjiu, but there was no response. With the little fox by her side, she felt a little more at ease and wasn't so lonely.

The key thing is that this little fox is so soft, it must be so comfortable to sleep with it!

Bi Xie was secretly pleased with himself, and without stopping, he ran forward into the darkness.

Perhaps it was because the little fox had been in the cold wind for too long, but Bi Xie felt that it was chilly, so he couldn't help but move it closer to his chest.

Her long, jet-black hair billowed in the wind as Bi Xie held the little fox close to his chest. Amidst the jolting, a pair of bloodshot eyes, unfortunately, were fixed on that spot, their color intensifying.

His blood-red eyes slowly moved toward the woman's swan-like neck. His beastly pupils were devoid of emotion, as if he were seeing not a spring scene, but a grand feast.

If Bi Xie had noticed even a slight change in the little fox's eyes, he would have been so frightened that he would have thrown the little fox away and run away as fast as he could.

But she was too busy running around frantically, searching for a latrine or a stream of water, to notice the little fox she was holding in her arms.

The wound on Bi Xie's palm had stopped bleeding, but his palm was still stained with a lot of the bright red blood that had flowed down earlier.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Bi Xie finally found a gently flowing stream.

She happily walked over, put the little fox down, and squatted down to wash the blood off her palms.

However, the next moment, Bi Xie's hand was suddenly grabbed by the little fox, his palm was wet and itchy.

She was shocked and her heart sank, but then she saw the little fox hanging its head and intently licking the bloodstains and wounds on her palm. She couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart, and for a moment she even forgot to do what she was doing.

After a long pause, she withdrew her hand and said dryly, "Little fox, what are you doing?"

The little fox ignored her and continued licking Bi Xie's palm, its blood-red eyes flashing with satisfaction.

"Little fox, stop licking, it's dirty..." Bi Xie felt incredibly strange at that moment.