Yan Sheng saw in the rearview mirror that his master was turning his head to look out the window, his fingers unconsciously rubbing together, a sign of impatience.
Miss Leng Jia was being a bit too enthusiastic, almost constantly following her master with her eyes.
The master was probably very unhappy, but he couldn't show his true personality in front of his fiancée, which made him feel frustrated and troubled.
Yan Sheng cleared his throat, preparing to help his master out of the predicament: "Miss Leng, this film is almost finished..."
With a loud "boom," a white object fell from the sky and hit the front of the car.
Yan Sheng quickly slammed on the brakes. The white blob was pressed against the windshield, its body twitching.
Leng Jia was startled. "What is that?!"
Before the man could speak, Yan Sheng had already unbuckled his seatbelt and gotten out of the car.
He knew what it was.
Yan Shengchao and Yi Mu were together for three years. When Yi Mu was particularly tired, he would turn into his original form.
He always thought he was very good at hiding his true identity, but Yan Shengchao saw through him the first time they met.
Yan Sheng had seen Yi Mu's true form a few times. It was an exceptionally beautiful fox that had just grown three tails and was over a meter long. This was the one in front of him.
Yan Sheng saw Yi Mu outside the restaurant in the movie theater. In order not to cause trouble, he pretended not to see Yi Mu. Fortunately, Yi Mu did not come up to greet him.
Who would have thought he would fall from the sky in such a disheveled state?
As soon as Yan Sheng stepped out of the car, he saw a cloud of black mist rushing down, its target the white fox on the hood of the car.
His expression turned solemn, and he swiftly formed a hand seal, sending a burst of blue light, crackling with lightning, into the black mist.
A sharp shriek rang out in mid-air, the black mist dissipated, and the female ghost descended from the sky.
"Give it to me." The female ghost bared her teeth at Yan Sheng, revealing her gaping maw.
Inside the car, Leng Jia screamed and shrank into her fiancé's arms.
A look of disgust flashed across the face behind the mask, but the man's movements were gentle as he patted her back.
"Don't be afraid."
Yan Sheng stared coldly at the oblivious female ghost, "Do you know who's in the car?"
The female ghost remained unmoved, walking stiffly toward him, her one eye fixed on the white fox in his arms, repeating, "Give it to me."
This female ghost had been trapped deep in the mountains and had no knowledge of the mystical arts.
Other demons and monsters would have kept their distance from Yan Sheng, but she recklessly charged forward, her attitude arrogant.
Yan Sheng is one of the top experts in the Xuanmen sect. He is mainly responsible for protecting the two heirs of the Xuanmen sect and rarely takes action himself.
But his inaction doesn't mean he's afraid of these things.
The Vajra Seal was flung far towards the female ghost, whose ferocious face revealed a contemptuous expression. She teleported away and instantly appeared behind Yan Sheng, her fingers forming claws as she grabbed at his back.
Yan Sheng was shocked by her strength and dodged at the last second, but he couldn't care less about the white fox anymore.
The female ghost's target wasn't him to begin with; she hated this wretched fox for ruining her plans and was determined to teach him a lesson.
Just as the female ghost's claws, shrouded in black mist, were about to slash through the white fox's belly, a blinding golden light suddenly burst forth from inside the car.
A dazzling bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck the female ghost's hand, instantly accompanied by a piercing scream that echoed throughout the world.
The female ghost fled for her life, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
Leng Jia, who was in the car, was terrified. Just now, the man's body emitted a blinding light, and the car was bright as day for a moment.
She covered her eyes with her hand, and when she opened them again, the seat next to her was empty.
The man held a small, wet fox in his arms. It lay shivering in his arms, whether from the cold or from fear, it was hard to tell.
Yan Sheng returned to the car, his face filled with regret. He had failed to protect Yi Mu. If it weren't for the Second Young Master's intervention, Yi Mu would have been disemboweled.
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