The Fox Comes from Outer World

A warm breath blew against my temples, and a sweet magnolia smell filled the air.

I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter. Wow! It's Qing Ling! It's definitely him! Even though his eyes had become unfamiliar and his attitude had become distant, that familiar fragrance had definitely not changed! He is my old lover, Qing Ling!

"Qing Ling!"

I couldn't help but pounce on him and push him down onto the bed. "Qing Ling, you didn't die. That's great!"

"Hmm?" Qing Ling looked at me in shock. "Fox, fox, fox …" Immortal, what's wrong with you? "

I looked at him ruefully. "It doesn't matter if you call me the fox spirit! Sigh, seriously, I'm almost worried to death by you, why are you still pretending to not know me? "

Qing Ling's throat gulped and he seemed to be gasping for breath. He supported me with one hand and slowly sat up with his body, gently pushing me away as if he was stripping away a piece of candy. "Um … "Little fox fairy, have we met before?"

I nodded at once, tears streaming down my face. How I wish I could immediately tell him what happened to me in White World, tell him about my longing for him after he fell off the cliff for me, throw him onto this bed … However, after I sobbed out my story, Qingling looked at me with the same vigilance as before.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he looked at me coldly. "You said I was your dream lover? You said that we fought against the enemy together? You said I fell off the cliff and died for you? Humph … Isn't this humble Taoist too amiable? Any fox spirit dares to come and hook up with me? "

Lover?

He didn't believe what I had just said.

While I was silently grieving, Qing Ling touched my nose again. "Little fox, I saw that you were willing to cut off your own blood to save my life, so I think that you are not some mischievous fox who misses others. But who would have thought that you would use a bewitching technique to seduce me! "I know that it's extremely difficult for a fox to cultivate to perfection, and even more difficult for it to become an immortal. But even so, you still have to seriously walk the path of an immortal. You'd rather cultivate diligently than to slack off and fall into the wrong path!"

Qing Ling spoke earnestly and earnestly to me, but when I heard him, my jaw dropped. Qing Ling, does he take my passion to be the bewitching magic of a fox spirit? Did he take me for one of those foxes that use underhanded methods to seduce men and harvest Yang to supplement their yin? This was a huge accusation.

"Qing Ling, I didn't use my bewitching technique! I really like you very much, and you actually don't believe me? " I wrung my handkerchief in tears and looked at him.

Qing Ling shuddered violently and quickly turned her face away. "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes!"

I crawled over and grabbed his arm, rubbing my face against his palm. "Qingling, you have to believe me. Believe me …"

Qing Ling pushed me away and shouted, "Fox spirit! If you use any charm again, don't blame me for being merciless! "

Alright, so bewitching techniques were really useless against him. He really was a steady Demon Slaying Master. However, that red heartbeat look is really interesting …

The composed Demon Slaying Master could roughly feel that I was making fun of him, so he stood up, straightened his clothes, and picked up his sword as he walked towards the door: "You stay here and take care of Young Master Xiao, I'll go check on how the ghost car is doing."

It was dark, and the ghost carriage had also disappeared. Perhaps because of his heavy injuries, the ghost carriage temporarily gave up and went to hide in order to recuperate.

When Qing Ling came back to tell me the news, I heaved a sigh of relief. "That's great! Shall we hurry down the hill? Send Young Master Xiao back home! "

Qing Ling shook her head. "It is already late. Furthermore, this place is quite far from the Xiao Clan Town. That ghost carriage is a bird that comes out of the night and day. It might be hiding somewhere to attack us." "Right now, it's too dangerous to go down the mountain, so I might as well stay here for the night and wait until tomorrow morning before leaving."

He glanced at the still unconscious Young Master Xiao and said, "Moreover, Miss Xiao and your friend just fell off the cliff together. Now, you don't know if she's alive or dead? I know that friend of yours is a 'powerful' person, why don't you wait for him here? "

He could actually tell that Wu Xie was a "strong" person?

I probed, "You're a Demon Slaying Master, your eyesight must be really good. Do you know what the real identity of my friend is? "

Qing Ling disapproved and said, "He's just a monster. If you fall off a cliff, you won't die. "

No wonder he had been indifferent about Miss Xiao's whereabouts. He was definitely going to eat an innocent and ordinary person!

Unfortunately, he was only half right.

I am not very worried about Wuxie's safety, and as long as Wuxie is safe and sound, Miss Xiao should be safe and sound.

Right now, the most important thing was to subdue that ghost car so that he could go down the mountain and find them earlier.

I said, "Who exactly is that ghost carriage? How can its blood be that powerful? How could such a ferocious demon beast suddenly come to the human world to cause trouble? "

Qing Ling stood at the door with his sword in his hands as he gazed at the scenery of the mountains, replying, "There are very few ferocious beasts like the ghost car, there are only one such in the ancient records. Legend has it that the ghost car has nine heads, also known as the Nine-headed Bird. Its color is scarlet red, and it looks like a duck, its body is huge, and its wings are about ten feet long. It was once the baneful bird of the world, but was then overpowered by the great saints of the North, and became his mount. Later on, when the Saint ascended to the Immortal Realm, he too ascended to the Heaven Realm … I also thought that it was strange. Since the ghost car was a immortal pet of a saint, it should have also become benevolent. Why did it suddenly intrude into the human world to poison the commoners? Something big must have happened. "

I listened and nodded. Qing Ling's words were extremely similar to what Wu Xie had previously said. It seemed that this ghost carriage was indeed an immortal bird that was reared by the immortal of the Snowy Region of the North. But why did it run to the human world to cause trouble, and even hide in Young Master Xiao's hut? Looking at the expression on the carriage, it was extremely arrogant. It didn't seem like it was willing to lower itself to a mortal, nor was it willing to live in a bamboo cage that Young Master Xiao had created … What had happened to cause it to behave so strangely? But Young Master Xiao, why are you so protective of the ghost car?

It seemed that when that Young Master Xiao woke up, he would have to interrogate him again.

Young Master Xiao has been unconscious this entire time. For the sake of our safety, we temporarily do not dare to go outside the wooden house.

There was only one bed in the room, of course he wouldn't let Young Master Xiao sleep! I lifted him off the bed and threw him on the floor, or at least, for the sake of Second Miss Xiao's request, I moved him to a bamboo chair in the room. So, the big bed was taken by me, and I called Qing Ling over to take a seat.

"Go to bed and rest together. Don't worry, I won't use any bewitching arts on you." I patted my chest in assurance.

Qing Ling smiled as he held his sword. He didn't come over and instead stood at the entrance, looking at the moonlight outside the window. "If you're tired, go to sleep. I'll watch the wind for you guys."

I rolled over on the bed, feeling a little unhappy. Since he didn't come to sleep, what was the point of sleeping alone? He got off the bed, carried the blanket to the opposite side and sat down, curled into a ball, and said, "Let me accompany you to see the moon."

Qing Ling smiled slightly and sat down cross-legged as well. He then closed his eyes and began to meditate, quietly cultivating.

The moonlight was like water, shining on the corner of his eyebrows, and his cold and handsome face suddenly looked like a painting of a deity.