Qingjingzi looked at Su Xiaoxiao behind Zhao Rong unscrupulously and licked his dry lips.

He could tell at a glance that the "young man in pink" who had been pulling Zhao Ziyu's clothes was a little fox demon, who must have just formed a pill not long ago, equivalent to a young girl of the human race.

Moreover, judging from her demeanor and spirit, she should still be a virgin.

Qingjingzi was well versed in Taoist techniques and usually kept many furnaces and tripods in his room, but they were all human women. Now he actually met a fox woman, which made him very jealous.

There are very few demon cultivators in the mountains of Wangque Continent, and fox demons are even rarer. Most of them live in groups in the form of clans. They are usually controlled by the Sikou Mansion and rarely escape.

I have heard that there are several fox demon clans in Wangque Island, but I don’t know where this little fox demon in front of me came from. Humph, never mind her. After I catch her, I will slowly ask her.

When Qingjingzi thought of this, his eyes became even more presumptuous, and he looked at Su Xiaoxiao as if he was looking at a rare commodity.

I'm really itchy about this little fox demon.

In addition to revenge for the humiliation that the Confucian scholar named Zhao Ziyu had just brought upon him - after all, there was almost nothing that could insult a man more and highlight his incompetence than letting him be unable to protect his own woman - it was also because he had seen some secrets about the furnace and tripod in an ancient ** book.

Although fox women are naturally good at taking yang to replenish yin, they themselves are also good vessels in the furnace, and the taste is indescribable.

The little fox demon in front of him had a very beautiful appearance, a great body shape, and a very strong spirit.

Apart from the pair of narrow and long fox eyes that gave people a sense of charm, she herself was pretty but not coquettish, pure but not cold, quite different from the ordinary foxes who were naturally charming. According to the records in that ancient book, she must be a top-grade cauldron without a doubt, but just by looking at the surface, one couldn't tell how high the grade of this cauldron could be.

At this moment, Qingjingzi had just spoken when the scene fell into a strange silence again.

Su Xiaoxiao, who was standing behind Zhao Rong, was so frightened after hearing those words that her face turned pale. Feeling the wanton gaze of the Taoist priest, who seemed ugly and wretched to her, the little fox demon, who usually felt disgusted when stared at for a long time by a strange man, now felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

The first thing she did was to hide behind the only person who could give her a sense of security at this moment, just like she had hidden behind him countless times along the way, and tried to hold the corner of his clothes, but just as she stretched out her little hand, she suddenly stopped.

Because, she saw the person in front of her, whom she always thought was one of the only two people in the world who cared about her the most. At this moment, his profile was as calm as a lake, his eyes were lowered, and he was surprisingly silent.

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head back, her narrow fox eyes, like a pool of autumn water, were wide open, and her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if she was bearing the pressure of something.

Her eyes were slightly narrowed by the pressure, and she slowly retracted her outstretched jade hand. The fox tribe's keenness told her that there was a door in front of her, and if she pushed it open, she would be faced with an endless nightmare.

She bit her lip and suddenly smiled faintly, remembering some of her great-grandmother's words, and she somewhat resigned herself to her fate.

She waited quietly, waiting for him to speak, waiting for some kind of judgment.

Lin Wenruo, who had been watching from the sidelines, seemed to be hesitant to speak. He glanced at Zhao Rong, but ultimately did not speak.

Seeing the little fox demon hiding behind the man, Qingjingzi withdrew his gaze with regret, but immediately looked at the man, and a curve suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Although only a moment, less than five breaths, had passed since he said this.

However, if you don't refuse immediately, then there is room for negotiation.

If you don’t deny it immediately, you will lose your persistence.

Qing Jingzi had thought of the weights and countermeasures in his mind. He was determined to get this cauldron, which was at least of high grade, and he had to put it on the gambling table. He could make some concessions on other things, such as this poem about appreciating fallen flowers. Haha, it doesn't matter. You are bound to lose anyway. Lin Wenruo, you don't really think that we can't see through your tricks, do you?

After a moment, seeing the little fox demon retreating from behind Zhao Ziyu for some reason, Taoist Huang Zi's gaze fell on her again, becoming even more intense.

I wonder if this fox girl is one of the ten famous furnaces mentioned in the ancient books. I remember that there are several famous furnaces that seem to be unique to the fox clan. If it is really a legendary famous furnace, then I am really rich! According to the book, each famous furnace has different effects, but they are all extremely magical...

In a moment, Qing Jingzi had already figured it out, but before he could think any further, Zhao Ziyu on the opposite side made a move.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young Confucian scholar who wanted to add spice to the gambling with Master Zhongnan nodded expressionlessly. Then, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he walked forward and came to the table. He directly picked up the poem and turned away without looking at anyone.

Everyone was slightly stunned before they understood what he meant.

Qingjingzi's face turned dark. Logically speaking, shouldn't he bargain with me?

Qing Jingzi was anxious, but he tried his best to remain calm and said calmly: "You little brat, are you scared already?"

"Weren't you quite talkative just now?"

Zhao Rong turned his back to him and waved his hand.

"My son, I will give you one last chance. I can let you go a little. Don't write this poem about falling flowers, lest others accuse me of bullying you."

Zhao Rong did not stop.

"Haha, trash is trash, that's why I'm afraid of it."

Zhao Rong was too lazy to pay attention and continued walking towards the banquet.

"Hey, hey! Stop! Stop! You don't have to take off your clothes! This is the last time I'll let you, but the third bet is the bottom line... If, if you are still greedy, then forget it! Humph!"

Zhao Rong suddenly stopped.

Qingjingzi was delighted, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his face darkened.

Zhao Rong turned around and said, "Silly girl, why are you still staying there? Are you waiting for lunch?"

After saying that, he curled his lips, turned back, and continued walking, but he muttered softly, "Such a stupid little fox demon, how come she hasn't been kidnapped yet? This world really disappoints me."

In fact, after hearing the words just now, he was silent for ten breaths because he was talking to Gui.

At that time, it said excitedly, "Not bad, Zhao Rong, you really made this Taoist priest with a cow nose take the bait."

"Forget it," he said.

"..." Gui said anxiously: "Aren't you very sure of winning? What are you afraid of? Bet with him."

"No need for the furnace core. I'll melt the Thunder Purple Gold Furnace later and use it as the material for my own flying sword."

Gui said loudly: "You may not even be able to awaken your own flying sword... Even if you have it, without the sword pill, can you be sure to awaken a Grade A flying sword with great magical powers?"

"Do you know how precious a Grade A flying sword is?"

He didn't speak.

"That little fox demon who is only in the Jindan stage?"

He said nothing.

"Ridiculous." The tone was dismissive.

"If, and I mean if, someone asked me to bet on you, I would do the same," he said.

After a moment of silence, it said unhappily, "Oh, okay, this 'if', I beg Master Zhao to quickly lose me to someone else, so that I don't have to suffer from a loser like you anymore."

But after saying that, it stopped talking and did not try to persuade him anymore.

At this moment, the little fox demon who was standing there staring at Zhao Rong in a daze, responded foolishly after hearing his call, but did not move. Instead, he stared at his receding back in the warm sunlight, his pair of fox eyes smiling into crescents.

She turned around and walked lightly in the opposite direction.

The little fox demon smiled brightly as he looked at the yellow-purple Taoist priest whose face was turning pale and blue. He tilted his head and said crisply, "I want to bet with you. It's agreed that I'm betting on myself... You are not allowed to take his things."