Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Chapter 608 Disguise as a man: My uncle is a ghost (28)

The man scratched the page with his fingertips, and the word Zhang Shi was tickled off.

The crying and screaming continued for a full quarter of an hour.

Men didn't kill them outright.

Instead, let them die slowly in the most painful and cruel way.

The little fox has been coaxed into a ball, with Xiao Jiujiu in his heart.

What kind of deep hatred is there to do this!

Wait for the sound to disappear.

The quietness of the night was restored.

There was only the whistling of the cold wind in his ears.

It was like the shrill cry of the crowd.

The clouds were blown by the wind, obscuring the bright full moon overhead.

The night seemed a little deeper.

Qinghun saw that those people were gnawed to the point that not even a single bone was left, so he turned around, walked to the man, and said respectfully, "Master, it's all settled. Only the boy is left."

The man who closed his eyes for a nap opened his blue eyes and glanced indifferently ahead.

Everything was exactly the same as before they came.

Even the blood stains on the ground were cleaned up.

The man withdrew his gaze, got up with the little fox in his arms, and walked towards the shivering little boy.

The little boy moved back in fear, the fiery red hem of his clothes looked like the blood of his aunt and aunt, which was shocking.

He clenched his small fist, hated and feared in his heart, raised his head and looked at the man.

The moonlight was slightly obscured by clouds.

The man's thin lips pursed lightly, and the color was bright. Half of the stunning face is bathed in the moonlight, and it is generally hidden in the night.

The man lowered his blue eyes and looked at him coldly.

The boy heard him speak, his low and magnetic voice was unhurried, and every word hit his heart through his eardrums.

"Do you really hate me? Do you want to avenge your family?"

The boy raised his head, tears welled up in his big eyes, his lips trembled and trembled, and after a while, he returned the word "thinking".

The man chuckled softly.

"Remember, my name is Ye Nanfeng.

I will come to you again. "

The boy sat there in a daze, his eyes ignorant and confused.

He recited his name over and over again in his mind.

Night south wind.

night south wind...

The small fist clenched little by little, watching the fiery red and long back gradually drift away, and finally disappeared into the boundless night...

The plush dumpling huddled in the man's arms moved his ears.

Fox's brain was spinning fast.

Is his name Ye Nanfeng?

So, his true identity is not King Heng of Dayan?

So who is he? What is the purpose?

What is his relationship with the people in this village?

A bunch of questions kept flashing in Bai Zhen's mind.

Before she could understand a single one, she found that she had returned to the palace.

The little fox sat there, blinking a pair of blue eyes glowing with jewels, looking at him obediently, and even wagging the white fluffy tail a little flatteringly.

All right.

She admits.

She is a dignified nine-tailed fox.

Not afraid of ashes.

But he was afraid of being smashed into thousands of pieces, and his death was terrifying.

Gotta find a chance to get away.

As long as she slips away and isn't caught, she'll be safe.

When she changes back into a human form, she will return to the palace to be her seventh highness, the well water will not violate the river water, and it is better to have less interaction with him.

The little fox had a clear arrangement in his heart.

The man pulled her small paws with both hands and lifted her up in front of him.

The big hand dragged her furry body, and the narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

Skinny, slender fingers rubbed between her fluff and poked her belly.