"Honorable guest, my name is Little Twenty Sister," the little fox demon by the bed said excitedly, wagging her fluffy tail.
Seeing that Shang Xiye ignored her, she turned around and ran to the table made from a tree stump that was as thick as three people could hug. She picked up a cage of plump little birds and said eagerly, "Honored guest, this is my favorite cuckoo bird. I just caught it this morning. It's all for you."
As she spoke, she reached into the cage, pulled one out, ripped off its neck, and handed it to Shang Xiye, still dripping with blood.
She looked innocent, cheerful, and enthusiastic, her face full of cleverness: "You've slept for so long, you must be starving! Eat up, it's delicious!"
Shang Xiye looked at her hands covered in bird feathers and the drops of blood between her fingers: "..."
He's never been a weak person, but why is he suddenly feeling a little nostalgic for the Great Zhao Dynasty?
Just as Shang Xiye was considering whether to twist the neck of the ignorant fox demon in front of him and throw her out, or to grab her hair and tie her tail into a knot before throwing her out, a clear, melodious, sweet, and alluring voice suddenly came from the doorway, which was extremely pleasing to the ear: "Little Twenty Sister, humans are used to eating cooked food and don't eat raw meat. Quickly take the things away, don't scare the young master."
Shang Xiye looked up at the sound and saw the figure he had vaguely seen before he lost consciousness walking towards him.
She was an extremely graceful and spirited woman.
If it weren't for the fact that his wife was so beautiful, this woman would be considered extremely pretty.
But compared to his wife, this woman's beauty was nowhere near comparable.
The woman was accompanied by a man who appeared to be in his fifties and was dressed in a snow-white robe with a fox fur design.
The man held a red-eyed fox-headed staff in his hand, his narrow fox eyes gleaming with a shrewd and wise light.
Judging from the respectful attitude of the men, women, and children following behind them, Shang Xiye guessed that they must be the leaders of this group of demonic beasts.
Both the man and the woman were more powerful than Shang Xiye; he couldn't see through them.
Seeing that they were relatively friendly to him, Shang Xiye did not make any rash moves.
The little fox demon, nicknamed Little Twenty Sister, retreated timidly and aggrievedly, carrying the cage of plump, chubby birds.
Xue Bingling, Xue Moqian, the patriarch of the Snow Fox Clan, and several elders of the Snow Fox Clan came to Shang Xi's bedside.
Apart from Xue Bingling, whose expression remained calm and normal, the other old men with long hair and beards all wore fawning smiles.
"Young Master, did you rest well?" Xue Moqian's narrow fox eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.
This looks just like a creepy man trying to abduct a child, saying, "Little friend, can you do me a favor? I'll buy you candy!"
Shang Xiye felt a chill run down her spine and subconsciously leaned back, trying to get as far away from the old man as possible.
Xue Bingling couldn't stand Xue Moqian's fawning attitude any longer, so she reminded him and turned to Shang Xiye, saying, "Young master, there's no need to panic. Our Snow Fox clan never kills indiscriminately, and we have no ill intentions towards spiritual cultivators or humans."
That day, seeing the young master surrounded and in grave danger by several fire rhinoceros beasts, Bingling and her brother stepped in to rescue him and bring him back to the clan.
"Young master, you may rest and recuperate here in peace. Once you have fully recovered, you may leave at any time if you no longer wish to remain here."
“Ling’er…” Xue Moqian and several clan elders became anxious when they heard her say that.
It was a stroke of luck that they encountered a high-level human alchemist. In this critical moment, how could they let him leave so easily?!
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