Yi Mu's eyes looked past Xiang Qing's broad back and down to the two men who were taking out magazines to change bullets, his eyes slowly turning icy blue.
Ice blue is the purest color in the world. When taken to its extreme, it becomes a beautiful, transparent blue, like frozen seawater.
Yi Mu put Xiang Qing on the ground, covered his lover's eyes with his bloodied hand, and then slowly raised his head.
The blood on his face seemed to have been blown away by the wind, revealing his fair and handsome face once again.
The black hair grew longer, faded, transformed from black to gray, and finally settled into a snow-white hue.
His slender fingers made a grasping motion in the air, and a thin sword gleaming with a chilling aura appeared in his hand.
The old man was so horrified by the scene before him that he couldn't speak, and his hands and feet turned ice cold.
His wife suddenly stopped breathing, her cloudy eyes fixed on the tall, slender body before her, and she stammered, "Heavenly Fox... Good heavens! Heavenly Foxes really exist!"
Legends only the elderly have heard of: in ancient times there was a divine beast, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, with its white fur, icy eyes, and nine tails.
The fox's surname is Tushan. It can be eaten without being poisoned, but it is good at bewitching people's hearts. It lives in seclusion in Qingqiu.
The old woman's hometown worshipped the Heavenly Fox. Not only did every household set up a memorial tablet for it, but during festivals, the area also held grand sacrificial ceremonies, preparing abundant offerings for the Heavenly Fox.
Before the old woman got married, she would burn incense for Lord Tianhu's memorial tablet every day.
After she got married, her mother-in-law disliked these superstitious things, so the old woman could only secretly perform the rituals.
Fortunately, the son and daughter-in-law did not object to this custom, and they accompanied the elderly couple back to their hometown to worship during the festival every year.
The person in front of me, is he really Lord Tianhu?
What unfolded before them was a scene even more astonishing than the illusion of a person disappearing into thin air, yet Fan Yang and Qi Zhen remained expressionless.
They raised their guns, which had been reloaded, aimed them at Imu, and fired.
Yi Mu took a step forward expressionlessly, his feet creating a gust of wind that dispersed the dust.
The bullets were deflected by an invisible force and fell to the ground one after another.
Fan Yang and Qi Zhen stood still, like puppets, without a trace of emotion, and continued to change the magazines on their pistols.
Yi Mu had already walked up to them. With a slender horizontal slash, as if peeling a radish, the two heads separated from their bodies and flew away.
Blood spurted out, the old man's fear reached its peak, his stomach churned, he bent over and vomited up filth.
The old lady's face was deathly pale, not from fright.
Legend has it that nine-tailed celestial foxes never kill; they are not self-degrading red foxes who live by seducing men.
The Celestial Fox is a god from birth and has no need to take any crooked paths.
Like children from wealthy families, who are born into privilege and never have to struggle to make a living.
They are high and mighty gods, devoid of emotion and love, arrogant and heartless.
They do not kill, do not concern themselves with worldly affairs, have no entanglements, and are free from inner demons, so they are often more powerful than other gods.
But if a god is burdened by love, takes up the sword to kill, and becomes tainted by worldly humanity, is he still a god?
Yi Mu turned around, looked at the old woman, and his eyes were cold.
"That's why I despise lowly humans the most, so greedy, so ugly."
The old woman was speechless, because what he said was true.
Yi Mu stared at her without saying a word, and the old woman miraculously understood what he meant.
She knelt down beside Xiang Qing's body and said humbly and devoutly, "Don't worry, Lord Tianhu, I will definitely keep an eye on him."
Yimu turned around and looked at the sky, where two filthy scumbags were still there.
The Creator carefully selected humans and gave them superior resources and brilliant minds, but he did not expect that some ants were not worthy of these precious things at all.
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