Chapter 1962 robbery (36)

  The sound of footsteps was subtle, amidst the whistling wind.

  The dry branches buried in the snow were trampled off, making a cracking sound.

  The monk, who was only wearing a plain cassock, did not change his face as if he could not feel the cold in such a bitterly cold night.

  Through the deep woods, I came to the northernmost house.

   stopped, and stopped nearly five meters in front of the gate.

  He raised his eyes and clasped his hands together.

  Hard and upright face, calm and peaceful.

  Looking like an eagle's beak, he cast his eyes on the house in front of him.

  The house is silent, and inside, candles are lit.

  This shows that the owner inside has not slept yet.

  The monk stood quietly for a while, spread out his fingers, and counted sections one by one.

   After calculation, it took more than half an hour.

  He frowned, his eyes serious.

  Looked in the direction of the house, and then looked up to the sky.

   "Chen..."

  Ziweixing…

   Ziwei moved down, and Xingjun left.

this means-

   He snapped his fingers.

  The next second, his eyes changed.

   His gaze returned to the house with the closed door.

  Hands kept counting, madly counting.

"How is this going…"

   His eyes became startled.

"he is-"

   He took a big step back.

  The movement was too big, and the beads on his body were crumbling.

  Suddenly, he spit out a big mouthful of blood.

  Blood sprayed all over the ground, and blood came out of his nose.

   I have a splitting headache.

  Master Mingjing clutched his chest, staggered and backed away.

"Oops…"

   The timing is wrong.

  He stared deeply at the house, at the monstrous fox spirit.

  The evil spirit is prevalent and the evil spirits are causing chaos, so they should be eliminated immediately.

  But that Ziwei star—

  He retreated to a tree, raised his fingers, and sealed his surging acupuncture points.

  Hold your breath and suppress your injury.

   "In this case..."

   He wiped the blood from his nose and looked at the house for a long time.

  Finally, he took a deep breath.

   Close your eyes and put your hands together.

   Facing the direction of the house, slightly bent down and saluted.

   "That's all..."

  The time has not come yet.

  I can only let the fox demon live a few more days for the time being.

   As soon as the time passed, he came to take the evil fox demon away, telling her not to harm anyone anymore.

   After the monk saluted, he turned around and left.

   Come without a trace, go without a trace.

   Silently.

  …

  …

  …

  In the house, the fox lying on the bed raised his head.

   Squinting his eyes slightly, he looked in the direction outside the house.

  Calm and calm.

  A monk?

  It flicked its tail and sat up.

   Waited for a while, didn't make a sound, and wanted to get out of bed.

  But the boy who had taken a bath walked in at this moment.

  White and soft face flushed flushed, wearing clean cotton clothes and trousers.

   "Little raccoon, I've finished washing."

   "Have you been waiting long?"

  Seeing its movement, he stared fiercely.

   "Don't get out of bed!"

   "..." The fox that was about to jump stopped suddenly.

  The next second, he hugged her.

  Rub your head, kiss your ears.

   "Little raccoon is not good, why is he disobedient?"

   "After getting out of bed, I have to wash my paws again."

   "...Aw~"

  The fox lay in his arms and looked up.

   Eyes are rippling and seductive.

  The teenager hugged it tightly, took off his shoes, and went to bed.

   "Little raccoon, we are going to bed."

   "..."

  The fox, forced to lie down, patted its tail.

   Immediately, he was crushed by the boy's legs.

   "Don't move around, good little raccoon."

   "...Aww!"

  It struggled to no avail and was held down again.

   "Little raccoon."

  (end of this chapter)