Chapter 1962 Tribulation (36)

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

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

The monk, who was only wearing a plain cassock, seemed to be unable to feel the cold in such a bitterly cold night, his expression unchanged.

Walking through the deep woods, we arrived at the northernmost house.

Stopped, almost five meters in front of the gate.

He raised his eyes and clasped his hands together.

A strong and upright face, calm and peaceful.

A gaze like an eagle's beak was cast on the house in front of him.

The house was silent, with candles burning inside.

This shows that the owner inside is not asleep yet.

The monk stood quietly for a while, spreading his fingers and counting each section.

After all, it lasted more than half an hour.

He frowned, his eyes serious.

He looked in the direction of the house, and then looked up at the sky.

"Chen..."

Ziweixing...

The direction of Ziwei moves downward, and the Star King leaves his position.

this means--

He pointed his fingers.

The next second, his eyes changed.

His eyes returned to the house with the closed door.

My hands are constantly counting, counting crazily.

"How is this going……"

His eyes became frightened.

"he is--"

He took a big step back.

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

Suddenly, he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Blood sprayed all over the floor, and blood came from his nose.

A splitting headache.

Master Mingjing clutched his chest, staggered and backed away.

"Oops……"

The timing is wrong.

He stared intently at the house, looking at the overwhelming fox spirit.

Evil spirits are prevalent and evil spirits are causing chaos, which should be eliminated immediately.

But that Ziwei star——

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

Hold your breath and suppress your hurt.

"In that 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 clasp your hands.

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

"That's all..."

The time has not yet come.

We can only let the fox demon live for a few more days.

As soon as the time passed, he came to collect the evil fox demon and told her not to harm anyone again.

After the monk finished saluting, he turned around and left.

Come without a trace, go without a trace.

Silent and silent.

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Inside the room, the fox lying on the bed raised his head.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the direction outside the house.

Calm and light-hearted.

A monk?

It flicked its tail and sat up.

After waiting for a while, he remained silent and wanted to get out of bed.

But the young man who had taken a bath walked in at this time.

Her fair and soft face was flushed red, and she was wearing clean cotton clothes and trousers.

"Xiao Li, I've washed it."

"Have you been waiting long?"

Seeing its movements, he glared fiercely.

"Don't get out of bed!"

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

The next second, she was hugged by him.

Rub your head, kiss your ears.

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

"When I get out of bed, I have to wash my paws again."

"...Ouch~"

The fox lay in his arms and raised his head.

The eyes are rippling and seductive.

The boy hugged it tightly, took off his shoes, and got on the bed.

"Good boy, we're going to bed."

"..."

The fox, who was forced to lie down, patted his tail.

Immediately, he was pressed down by the young man's legs.

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

"...Ouch!"

It struggled to no avail and was held down again.

"Little raccoon."