Chapter 65 An Unprofitable Deal
Back in the cave, Ji Rong tossed Gu Qingqing aside, then happily skipped and threw the stone off the pottery jar. She straightened the jar, picked up Feng Qing inside, and examined her.
The bloodstains on Feng Qing's hair had already faded considerably.
I don't know what kind of trick Gu Qingqing used, but now the little fox looks much shinier, and feels soft and fleshy to the touch. Except for not breathing and having body temperature, it is no different from a real fox.
It's just too ugly!
Previously, Feng Qing was covered by Gu worms, making it impossible to see his true appearance. Today, his fur is glossy, with patches of red, yellow, white, gray, and black scattered across his body, resembling a shiny, dirty rag.
Ji Rong looked at Feng Qingxin and thought, "That dragon and this white dumpling called Mirror Spirit must have a very special relationship, otherwise why would it listen to Mirror Spirit so much?"
He thought Qingqing was ugly, but this "Feng Qing" is even uglier;
"If that dragon sees the mirror spirit he spoke of transformed like this, and gets angry and refuses to pay, we'll suffer a huge loss. We need to think of a way to cover it up."
Ji Rong looked around and saw the linen left by Adu.
This piece of hemp has been used until it's very soft; it's perfect for covering Feng Qing with.
Let's get right to it.
Ji Rong wrapped Feng Qing's disheveled body in hemp cloth, then took some grass and wove the edges of the hemp cloth five times. She used her mouth to trim off the excess parts, and little Feng Qing was transformed into a delicate puppet beast dressed in clothes.
"Beautiful." Ji Rong looked at her work with satisfaction, then called her brother Ji Zhuang to go outside and pick some white vines, which they then wove into a flower basket.
They lined the bottom of the basket with hay before placing Feng Qing inside, which made it even more beautiful.
Having done all this, Ji Rong picked up the basket and headed towards Jiao Jue.
She had just hung the basket on the tree with the horned dragon when she stretched out her wings and claws at the horned dragon and called out, "Lord Jiaolong, that white ball is inside our puppet beast; now, it's time for you to pay your reward, my lord."
Jiaojue stretched out its head, squinted at Xiao Fengqing, then picked it up and turned it over to look at it again. Feeling that this little puppet beast was quite ordinary, it frowned and asked, "You mean the Mirror Spirit is in here?"
Ji Rong nodded and said, "Yes."
How can this be proven?
Ji Rong said, "We'll know when it wakes up."
"Then you should stay until it wakes up."
After saying that, Jiao Jue pulled out a rope ring from somewhere, put it around Ji Rong's foot, and tied it to the tree.
Having lost her freedom, Ji Rong flapped her wings, only to find that she couldn't break free at all.
She used her mouth to spit it out, causing sparks to fly everywhere, and her mouth quickly became worn out, emitting a burnt smell.
"Don't waste your energy." Jiao Jue smiled with narrowed eyes, "This is a meteorite iron ring. A little bird like you can't break free. Once I confirm the identity of the Mirror Spirit, I will release you."
Ji Rong did not listen.
After trying every possible method, Ji Rong resigned herself to her fate and squatted on a tree branch to rest with her eyes closed.
Jiao Jue was somewhat satisfied to see that Ji Rong had quickly stopped making a fuss.
If she keeps making noise, he might just have to squeeze her head until it's smashed.
Jiao Jue turned her head and stared at Feng Qing, who looked just like a real fox.
He had no regrets about killing Huang Wen; he only regretted not being bolder.
If he hadn't been worried that Huang Wen, who was also a demon king, would have used his magic to escape, he wouldn't have had to be so careful and ended up in this situation.
But if given another chance, Jiao Jue would still try his best to kill Huang Wen, so there's not much to say.
Zhan Shi was recommended to go to Liangzhou, and besides Huang Wen's big mouth, he also deserves credit.
He merely spoke of the desolation and danger of Liangzhou while drinking with his colleagues.
The news spread like wildfire within two days; those inside the palace who thought they knew the inside story all tried to pull strings to avoid going, so they naturally had to turn to those outside the palace.
Now that he has fallen to this state, Jiao Jue feels that all his past methods are no longer useful, which is truly frustrating.
The next day, just as dawn broke, Feng Qing woke up.
It seemed very uncomfortable with its new body; after taking just one step, it fell to the ground with a thud.
Just as it was about to land, the horned jade bird scurried down from the tree and caught it with its head.
As soon as the jade pendant moved, Ji Rong also woke up.
She watched Feng Qing wake up and excitedly flapped her wings and chirped.
Ji Rong used too much force and successfully hung herself upside down from the tree.
Jiaojue looked up at the dead bird hanging upside down, grinned, and laughed so hard his eyes narrowed.
He finally let out his first hearty laugh in days.
Jiaojue used its paw to place Feng Qing on the ground, and couldn't help but smile. It poked Feng Qing's seemingly chubby face and said, "Mirror Spirit?"
Feng Qing opened his mouth and made a "whoosh" sound. He looked down at his four feet, took a step back, and fell flat on his back.
It finally managed to stand up again and try to walk, but its four legs went their own way, and it soon fell down again.
Before the horned beast could put its claws down, it pointed at Feng Qing and laughed incessantly. The hemp thread was hooked by its claws and pulled longer and longer. In just a dozen breaths, the hemp cloth covering Feng Qing's body was torn off.
Jiao Jue, who was laughing so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits, suddenly noticed the unevenly colored hair under Feng Qing's yellow head, choked hard, and coughed violently.
He rubbed his eyes with his paw and roared, "Where did this ugly thing come from!"
Enraged, Jiao Jue grabbed a twig and lashed it at Ji Rong, saying, "You're telling me the Mirror Spirit is in here?! You stuffed it into this ugly thing, huh?"
Ji Rong, her eyes brimming with tears from the slap, cried out, "It brought this on itself! It crawled into Feng Qing's body on its own!"
Ji Rong inwardly groaned, "My stupid brain really was right! That damned dragon, Yan Chou, has such a miserable life..."
"You...you...Mirror Spirit...come out here, or I'm going to get whipped to death."
Feng Qing glanced at Ji Rong, then looked up. This time, it couldn't get out, so it could only shake its head helplessly at Ji Rong.
"Stop hitting it, it really is your spirit," Ji Rong pleaded.
Then she shouted at Feng Qing, "Speak up, speak up now, let him know that you are his spirit, or he'll beat me to death."
"Waaaaah, I don't want to die yet, it hurts so much!"
"Stop hitting me, I'm innocent." After saying this, Ji Rong felt extremely wronged.
Ji Rong cried bitterly, and the horn slapped her even harder.
At this moment, Feng Qing, who had fallen several times, finally made progress and slowly began to walk with its hands and feet moving in unison.
Ji Rong, who was being beaten so badly that she just wanted Jiao Jue to stop. These blows were like torture, and it would be better to just rip out her brains and smash her head.
Seeing the clumsy, dumpling-like five-colored fox Feng Qing, Ji Rong immediately had another idea. She called out, "Stop fighting! I'll find a teacher for your spirit, no, I'll find a member of the same clan to teach it. An old fox can teach a little fox, and it will be fine in no time."
Upon hearing this, Jiaojue paused, gripping the branch with his claws. He pondered the words, finding them quite reasonable, but upon closer examination, he realized they made no sense at all.
The Mirror Spirit isn't a fox cub, this damned little bird is asking for it!
So, Jiaojue continued to draw.
"Ouch, just kill me!" Ji Rong cried out in pain.
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