Volume 1, Chapter 31 – She Said, Get Out

Hu Mei’er was very panicked right now.

She hadn’t lied to Her Majesty—she truly didn’t know how to act.

When she’d just been performing in her true colors, she’d almost gotten too immersed and missed the timing of Song Shiyuan entering the door.

Fortunately, Her Majesty’s reminder had been timely just now.

Wuu! Her Majesty’s crying voice was so pleasant to hear.

Thinking of this, Hu Mei’er subconsciously pulled up her pants.

Good thing she’d hidden her tail quickly, or it would’ve almost been seen.

After pulling up her pants, she suddenly shivered.

Eep! That little sword cultivator across from her had an expression like she wanted to kill someone!

How should she respond at a time like this?

Wuu~ Her Majesty really, why did she have to make Mei’er play a sword cultivator? Mei’er has barely seen sword cultivators a few times in her whole life.

So nervous… feels like she forgot her lines.

What to do, what to do? Her Majesty is watching!

Can’t disappoint Her Majesty!

She could only improvise!

Think quickly! What would those arrogant, rigid, condescending yet obscene and vulgar sword cultivators say at a time like this? What would they do?

The corners of her mouth hooked up. “This little fox scratches quite fiercely. Only after tying her up did she settle down a bit.”

Hu Mei’er felt like the killing intent pressing down on her seemed to intensify a little.

This sword cultivator wouldn’t really suddenly slash over with a sword, would she?

If she really does slash over, what should be done?

Mei’er doesn’t know sword cultivator techniques. If they really fought, wouldn’t that expose everything?

Her Majesty’s task for Mei’er was to find a way to enrage her. It’s impossible she wouldn’t have considered this point.

So, Her Majesty should have already arranged everything in advance.

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Her Majesty said that since Mei’er wasn’t good at acting, she should try to grasp the initiative as much as possible and not give the opponent extra time to think.

Hu Mei’er steadied herself.

“My luck’s really good today. Didn’t expect to encounter a little fox demon in heat on my escape route.”

“Those fox demons have oppressed me to this extent. Being able to have some fun before getting caught is quite satisfying.”

The killing intent became even stronger.

But still, no move was made.

The taunt value still isn’t enough?

“Heh? Fellow sword cultivator, you want to make a move against me?” The middle-aged sword cultivator conjured by Hu Mei’er put on a mocking expression. “You’re not my match, little girl.”

“Besides, I only broke her in.”

“I haven’t used her mouth yet. It’s clean.”

Wuu! Just now she’d only been preoccupied with Her Majesty’s soft little chest and hadn’t had time to kiss Her Majesty even once.

Hu Mei’er continued taunting, “Anyway, you’re just a little girl yourself. You can’t use what’s down there either.”

With a clang, a sword cry filled with fury!

The silver-white dharma sword answered the summons, appearing in Song Shiyuan’s hand.

The first task Her Majesty assigned was complete!

Happy (*^▽^*).

…

Song Shiyuan didn’t know how she’d endured until now.

The moment she stepped into the room, she had already sensed something was wrong.

The rich pheromone scent that had previously filled the entire room had disappeared.

Either the little fox had successfully suppressed her own lustful restlessness.

Or else… she had already been marked by someone.

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The instant she stepped into the room, Song Shiyuan felt ice-cold all over.

Her gaze moved past that yellow-robed middle-aged man and saw the little fox demon curled up in a ball on the bed.

The air seemed permeated with an indescribable fishy smell. The spots of red plum blossoms on the bedsheets were especially glaring.

Song Shiyuan felt her eyes sting somewhat.

She saw the little fox demon curled up pitifully, the dress on her body torn and shredded.

On the exposed skin, there were mottled traces too unbearable to look at.

Below the originally flawless jade neck, blood-colored marks from bites that had broken the skin could faintly be seen.

The little fox demon covered her chest, sobbing quietly. She turned her head to the side, but her eyes reflected no color whatsoever.

Only when Song Shiyuan appeared in her field of vision did she show a slight reaction.

The little fox demon opened her mouth slightly but didn’t make any sound.

Yet Song Shiyuan understood the meaning on her lips.

She said: Get out.

She didn’t want to see her.

“…”

Song Shiyuan felt her breathing hitch, her entire person standing stiffly at the room’s doorway.

This scene, this picture, completely overlapped with the image she’d seen in that dream.

Song Shiyuan felt her throat seized as if by something, making even breathing feel extremely painful.

She stared deadly at the little fox demon’s face, as if someone had caught her off guard and stabbed her in the heart.

Inside her chest, it was as if dripping fresh blood surged out, rushing straight to her head.

Why had it become like this?

Hadn’t that voice told her the little fox demon was the nine-tailed Fox Monarch?

How could she be bullied by a sword cultivator who suddenly appeared?

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These things before her eyes…

Were the things Song Shiyuan was seeing with her own eyes right now all fake?

Were all these things disguised by fox demons?

Even that man…

Only now did Song Shiyuan shift her gaze to that yellow-robed middle-aged sword cultivator.

He was unkempt, with a roguish air and playful eyes.

Could it be that even this man was transformed by a fox demon using transformation arts?

Song Shiyuan’s heart was in chaos.

Clearly, there was no longer the influence of pheromones, yet she still felt her mind was a complete mess.

When rushing back earlier, she’d still been holding onto a breath of energy. Now it felt like she had nothing left.

Only a dull pain remained, a cold air surging out from her chest.

Song Shiyuan, what are you doing? You’re actually sympathizing with a fox demon? You’re actually feeling sad for a fox demon?

Wake up quickly!

Can you hear it? That fox demon’s inner sneering.

She’s mocking your dullness! Ridiculing your ignorance! Toying with your weakness and incompetence.

You’re nothing more than an object she uses to seek pleasure.

All your reactions right now are just entertainment for her amusement!

This is really enough—!!

Song Shiyuan no longer knew which of her own thoughts she should choose to believe.

She only felt all the muscles in her body trembling, the resentment in her chest having nowhere to vent.

Was everything because of this man before her?

Look at what he’s done?!

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Reason told Song Shiyuan that the man before her was a Deity Transformation stage sword cultivator.

Even if the seal on Song Shiyuan’s body were removed, she still wouldn’t be this sword cultivator’s match.

He was a desperate criminal being hunted by Fox Palace.

Rashly making a move and enraging him. Whether it was her or the little fox demon, both would be in danger.

Calm down, Song Shiyuan. You shouldn’t make a move. Now is not the time to be overwhelmed by emotion.

That little fox demon has nothing to do with you whatsoever.

This Deity Transformation stage sword cultivator, he might have intelligence you want.

As fellow members of the human race, fellow sword cultivators, you should share a common enemy with him.

Fox demons are your mutual enemy!

But…

But…

Why can’t she endure it at all?

He actually spoke such filthy words!

…

Song Shiyuan raised her sword. On the blade, pure sword light inhaled and exhaled, surging forth.

She thought of something.

Though fox demon transformation arts were exquisite.

The aura of cultivation realm and the special attack methods of sword cultivators couldn’t be forged using transformation arts.

“So, I’m just verifying whether the other party’s identity is genuine.”

Song Shiyuan explained to herself.

The fierce sword light struck out boldly toward the yellow-robed middle-aged man ahead.