The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 365 - 216: The Fox Falls onto Wutuo

Such a cute little fox is actually a demon? She was standing so close, yet she hadn’t felt a trace of demon energy. But the fox looked at her and revealed a self-mocking smile in its eyes.

Indeed, it was self-mocking. She had never imagined that the eyes of a wild beast could express such anthropomorphic emotions.

However, after Changtian whispered a word in her ear, she suddenly realized!

Ah ha, it turned out to be him!

Changtian smiled and uttered two words: "Miluo!"

This little fox was actually that haughty Tushan Descendant, the incomparably elegant Second Young Master Miluo of Fengtian Prefecture! No wonder it was so surprised to see her.

Should she continue the great endeavor that she hadn’t completed by the riverbank last time, and capture him for the God Demon Prison to be used as fertilizer for the soil? Last time, the Banshee Da Zi and others intervened, and she wasn’t able to put the pufferfish poisoned Miluo into the Demon Prison, resulting in him guessing her identity, then later Da Zi came to tease her, wanting to capture her back to Fengtian Prefecture.

It can be said that the invisible pressure he gave her caused her sleepless nights and joyless meals. Hmph, her enmity with him had grown deep.

Now Heaven has finally opened its eyes, no matter who injured him, in the end, he fell into the hands of Ning Xiaoxian!

Her heart leapt with joy. Today was a good day, after capturing him, for a long time to come, she wouldn’t have anymore worries.

Her eyes gleamed, she moved forward a step and reached out her hand towards the little fox.

It was so badly injured that it could only lift its neck with difficulty, opened its mouth but made no sound.

It had indeed lost the ability to move, she only needed to lightly pick it up, and without any effort, she could put it into the God Demon Prison.

Alas, just at this moment, she looked into its eyes.

What kind of expression was that? In its blood jade-like eyes, there was a death-like stillness, and yet still a hint of unyielding pride. Even grievously injured, the way Miluo looked at her, his gaze remained so noble, aloof, and haughty! As if he was fully armed, as if nothing in this world could catch his interest.

Originally, she didn’t like such a gaze, but this look reminded her involuntarily of Changtian. When she first walked into the God Demon Prison and saw Changtian, wasn’t his gaze exactly like the little fox’s now?

Such people, one could slay but not humiliate.

She changed her mind on the spot, no longer wanting to capture him.

Alas, she will definitely regret this in the future!

The hand reaching towards the little fox gently kneaded the back of its neck, and she comforted in a soft voice: "Little fox, don’t be afraid, sister is here. Let sister take a look at your wounds, okay?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Whose sister was she? Miluo’s eyes widened, looking at her incredulously.

Where did this woman come from? He had diligently tracked her for several months before, and every time he got a lead, she would be gone by the time he arrived. Such bizarre situations were truly uncommon during his rule.

Now, it turned out well. After suffering an ambush and being severely injured, he fled here, randomly chose a civilian residence to hide in, and then he stumbled upon her?

He had just barely sneaked in, not having had time to deal with the bloody scent on his body, when he heard the sound of the courtyard door opening. The two people who came in, one was a mortal, and the other was a Great Demon, at least on par with him in terms of Combat Power at his peak.

He hadn’t expected the pursuers to arrive so quickly, he tried to curl up, hoping to evade disaster. But the two people were really skilled, even though he had used the Heavenly Fox Concealing Technique, he was still discovered. When that cold gleam flew at him, he thought: "Oh well, oh well, today is the day I shall be buried here."

Then, Ning Xiaoxian’s familiar face appeared within his view.

He clearly remembered his mockery of her before, and now that he was motionless, even worse off than a mortal, the situation had completely reversed - now she was the butcher and he the fish on the cutting board. Based his rough understanding of her, it seemed impossible that she would not return the grudge.

Therefore, when her hand reached out to him, he gave her one last look and quietly waited for her to break his neck. At this moment, although he was disillusioned, he still felt somewhat relieved, feeling that dying by her hand was better than dying at the hands of those ungrateful traitors.