Chapter 107: You Even Bully Little Dogs

Chapter 107: You Even Bully a Little Dog

Shen Lian placed the little dog on the table. When the puppy saw Yan Huaixuan, it tilted its head, then affectionately scampered over, seemingly wanting to cuddle up to Yan Huaixuan.

For some reason, Shen Lian could actually read a look of displeasure on a fox's face.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Yan Huaixuan nonchalantly sidestepped the little white dog, and out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the smile tugging at Shen Lian's lips.

His eyes flickered slightly, knowing that Shen Lian was up to his usual tricks again.

When the little white dog saw that the little fox didn't like him, the wagging of its tail slowed considerably, and it turned to nuzzle into Shen Lian's arms instead.

Shen Lian took the opportunity to scoop it up, messing up its fur with his hand.

He thought, now this is way nicer to pet.

Although Yan Huaixuan knew Shen Lian was deliberately messing with him, his eyes still darkened for a moment.

The little white dog was licking Shen Lian happily when suddenly all its fur stood on end, its ears perked up as it nervously looked around, then let out a whimper and curled into a trembling ball.

It was clearly freaked out, but Shen Lian couldn't sense anything wrong.

Yet he still knew exactly who was behind it.

He stared at Yan Huaixuan with a sharp look.

"You can't even leave a little dog alone."

As soon as Shen Lian finished speaking, he saw the little fox saunter over, then tilt its head up to look at Shen Lian.

It said, "It's not as nice to pet as I am."

Shen Lian: "..."

He just couldn't square the Yan Huaixuan in front of him with the one from his memories.

The little fox tilted its head on its own and nuzzled Shen Lian's hand.

Shen Lian couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but the little fox's fur felt even softer now. He tried to pull his hand away, but found he couldn't pull it back.

A glint of amusement flickered in Yan Huaixuan's eyes. Seeing this, he wedged his whole body into Shen Lian's arms, looked up with those big round eyes, and said, "Don't you want to pet me?"

It took Shen Lian a beat before he pushed it away. "Yan Huaixuan, look at what you've become. Are you getting jealous over a little dog?"

Yan Huaixuan answered matter-of-factly, "Yes, I'm trying to get on your good side."

Shen Lian hadn't expected Yan Huaixuan to admit it so casually. He took a deep breath. "You do you, but I don't have to accept it."

He raised his chin, pulled his hand away, and picked up the little white dog.

Then, Shen Lian warned, "Don't you dare mess with it."

"Ease off on the pressure."

Yan Huaixuan's eyes flickered. The little white dog in Shen Lian's arms perked up a bit, though it was still trembling.

Shen Lian snorted coldly and turned to leave, lowering his head, he said softly, "Little White. That's your name now."

The System: "So lame."

Shen Lian said deadpan, "You want to be called Dog Egg instead?"

The System: "...Please spare me."

But it hadn't expected Shen Lian to actually change its name to Dog Egg in the binding contract.

Shen Lian smirked. "Dog Egg."

The System, bound by the contract, unable to stop itself, responded, "Here!"

Shen Lian finally looked away.

He held the little white dog, petting it as much as he wanted, before sitting down to meditate.

But Shen Lian didn't notice that the second he entered meditation, an invisible hand grabbed the puppy from his arms and tossed it to the corner of the bed.

The little dog had been sleeping comfortably, soaking up the warm spiritual energy around its master, when suddenly it was flung away.

It scrambled up, ready to yelp—who did that?

But when it looked up, it met the cold stare of that fox. The little white dog immediately shrank back with a whimper.

All it could do was watch, powerless, as the fox leaped into its master's arms.

Yan Huaixuan found a comfy spot nestled in Shen Lian's arms, his fluffy tail wrapped around Shen Lian's waist like a blanket.

If Shen Lian liked this, then he'd just play the part Shen Lian wanted.

After all, Shen Lian was still willing to torment him, rather than ignoring him coldly like before.

Ling Yun: "..."

When Shen Lian finished his meditation and felt the fluffy weight in his arms, he instinctively reached out to pet it, then picked up the puppy, about to rub it against his cheek—when he met a pair of fox eyes trying hard to stay wide open.

Shen Lian: "..."

He turned his head and spotted the little white dog curled up in the corner.

He didn't even need to look to know who'd done it.

Shen Lian took a deep breath. "Yan Huaixuan, what's your problem with it?"

Yan Huaixuan said, "It's just a low-grade spirit beast, and you're at the Earth Immortal level. The spiritual energy you cultivate will get absorbed by it without you noticing. It doesn't know its limits, and eventually, it might explode and die."

Hearing that, Shen Lian hesitated and glanced at the little white dog.

Then he turned back. "Fine, I'll buy that for now. But then why did you climb back up here?"

Yan Huaixuan said flatly, "I can absorb it. I'll be fine."

Shen Lian let out an exasperated laugh. "I see that turning into a fox made you lose all sense of shame."

Yan Huaixuan: "As a fox, I guess I don't have any skin to lose?"

Shen Lian: "..."

For a moment, he couldn't tell if Yan Huaixuan was provoking him or genuinely explaining himself.

He tossed Yan Huaixuan off, only to find that fluffy snow-white tail still wrapped around his waist.

Shen Lian snapped, "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Fox instinct," Yan Huaixuan said mildly. "I can't control it either."

Shen Lian's face darkened. "Then why haven't you moved it?"

"It went numb."

Shen Lian gave a faint smile, and Chen Xue materialized in his hand. "Since you can't retract it, don't bother. I'll lighten your load for you."

The second he finished speaking, the fluffy tail around his waist retracted.

But it didn't vanish in an instant—instead, it slowly brushed against Shen Lian's waist as it pulled back.

The soft skin at Shen Lian's waist was gently grazed.

His fingertips trembled slightly, but he forced down that strange feeling.

He narrowed his eyes, studying the fox in front of him.

He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but the fox seemed bigger now, and even more beautiful.

But Shen Lian quickly dismissed the thought—the elixir he'd refined would only keep the fox in its small form.

Without his antidote, Yan Huaixuan couldn't change back.

Shen Lian went back to flipping through ancient texts, looking for a way to get rid of the inner demon.

Yan Huaixuan ran his tongue over his teeth, his eyes shifting slightly.

The inner demon was bouncing around frantically. "Let me out!"

This Yan Huaixuan had completely cut off its connection to the outside world—it couldn't even get a glimpse of Shen Lian now.

Just as it was howling in protest, Yan Huaixuan suddenly reopened the connection.

The inner demon immediately saw the figure sitting at the table.

Whatever problem he was facing, the young man's brows were furrowed slightly, his snow-white fingertips resting on a yellowed book.

Sunlight happened to spill across the young man, gilding every strand of his hair with a layer of golden light.

The inner demon found itself entranced without realizing it.

It couldn't help but wonder—what was Shen Lian reading? So intently. What kind of problem had he run into that made someone want to solve it for him?

It instinctively leaned in for a look.

"How to get rid of inner demons."