"Blood was running down his leg, but the youth didn’t cry, the fox did, though. Hey, have you ever seen a fox cry?" the drunkard suddenly asked Jun Moyan, laughing. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel fire.net
Before Jun Moyan could answer, the drunkard laughed and said, "A fox crying is quite the awful sound."
He sighed slightly and continued.
"Days went by, and after about half a year, one day the youth woke up in bed and found an extra person beside him, a boy who looked about his age but had a steamed bun face that was adorably irresistible."
At this point, Jun Moyan couldn’t help but frown slightly.
He might have already guessed who that steamed bun-faced boy was.
Why did this story sound so much like the one between him and Xiaoguai...
The drunkard knew that Jun Moyan would find the story familiar because Jun Moyan had experienced the same thing.
He suddenly realized that he and Jun Moyan were very similar, truly very similar.
Both saved an animal that eventually turned into a demon, and not long after, that strange tattoo appeared on their bodies. As the tattoo appeared, there was a slight change in their physique.
It’s just that Jun Moyan’s change was more significant than his.
Mu Han said there was some mysterious energy in him, albeit very weak.
He didn’t know if Jun Moyan had it too.
That person said, whatever he was, Jun Moyan was the same.
So, was there a connection between him and Jun Moyan?
Regardless of whether there was a connection or not, he just hoped that his and Mu Han’s ending wouldn’t be the same as Jun Moyan’s and Wen Xiao’ai’s.
The drunkard composed himself and continued with the story, "The youth was startled and woke the boy up in the process."
"The boy rubbed his eyes, groggily sat up, and with an innocent face, asked the frightened youth what was wrong."
"The youth suddenly screamed ’There’s a demon!’ He was so scared that he rolled off the bed. The boy, hearing about a demon, screamed in fear as well and crawled out of the bed, ready to run out following the youth while loudly asking where the demon was, begging the youth not to leave him behind. They were both about to cry."
At this point, the drunkard couldn’t help but laugh again, seemingly amused by the two characters in the story.
The image from that moment involuntarily came to mind—
"What kind of demon are you?"
Feeling the presence of the demon behind him, Mu Han was so frightened he didn’t even have time to open the door. Grabbing a stick from the corner of the wall, he braced himself against the door and faced the approaching demon.
"Don’t come any closer, or I’ll beat you to death with this stick," he warned, brandishing the stick with determination.
The boy was taken aback, then realized that the ’demon’ Mu Han was talking about was himself.
The boy looked down at his body, which was like that of a human, then touched himself before becoming overjoyed.
"I, I’ve changed back."
"I’ve finally changed back."
Mu Han watched the boy in front of him, who wasn’t wearing any clothes, had a pair of fluffy fox ears, red eyes, and long hair like a girl’s, jumping around with joy and was close to fainting from shock.
"What in the world are you?"
The boy, coming back to his senses from the joy of regaining his human form, looked at Mu Han and hurriedly waved his hands in explanation:
"I’m not a demon, no, I mean, I am a demon, no, I, I am Mu Han."
"Mu your head, you’re not allowed to call Mu Han, only Mu Han can call himself that," Mu Han retorted, and then suddenly remembered that his little fox seemed to be missing.
He peered at the bed, and indeed, little Mu Han was nowhere to be seen, which made him panic immediately.