Chapter 1951 robbery (25)

The land old man was really worried about her.

It was obviously for her own good, but in the end, her kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs.

He is in a dilemma, no matter how he can help.

Difficult, Difficult, Difficult!

He leaned on a cane and beat the ground.

"Damn girl, disobedient!"

he cursed.

The fox demon wore a red cloak and returned to the dilapidated thatched hut.

The hut was silent, and the wind blowing down from the mountain was still blowing, endlessly.

The thatched hut has no door, and the strong wind just blows in, making the whole room cold.

It's chilly, icy cold.

The candles had already been blown out, and the room was pitch-black, empty and silent, a bit too quiet.

She entered the room and looked at the bed for the first time.

The boy on the bed closed his eyes, still maintaining the posture when she left.

Quietly, breathing very lightly.

so light it's barely audible.

Like a kitten, with white cheeks and long eyelashes.

It is very soft and beautiful.

Like sweet cotton candy.

It is sweet inside and out.

The fox demon stood beside the bed, watching him quietly for a while.

Then, he turned around and looked at the door with no cover.

The wind blows from there, facing the bed, even if it is covered with a quilt, it is always cold.

She watches, casts spells.

Quietly install a new door.

After the door is closed, it blocks the outside wind.

The sound of the wind died down immediately.

The room was even more silent.

The fox demon looked around the room again.

After thinking about it, I added a brand new table and cabinet.

On the table, there were also silver coins.

The land old man said that he would not accept other people's charity, but somehow appeared at home

He will never refuse.

If it doesn't work, she can think of a way to stop him and let him accept these new things.

So, he shouldn't...

Keep these things out of your mind?

The fox demon turned around, and his eyes fell on the thin boy on the bed.

Fingered lightly, thinking for a moment.

Then, the figure changed.

turned into a beautiful and fluffy big fox, and stepped on the bed.

Whipping its tail, the movement is very light.

Carefully, not wanting to wake him up.

At first he wanted to just lie down and sleep next to him, but the boy suddenly moved.

Pulled it directly, and pulled it into his arms.

Hold tightly, even harder.

"... ouch?"

It startled, thinking he was awake.

But he seemed to just feel it, so he hugged it out of habit.

Holding her tightly, her little cold face rubbed against her.

Close your eyes and murmur softly.

"Little raccoon... don't leave..."

The fox secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The body relaxed, and she leaned quietly in his arms.

The big tail that was covered under the quilt flicked and landed on him.

Pointy ears drooped, eyes closed.

also hummed softly.

"Woo..."

It was also sleepy.

Go to sleep.

The boy hugged it and did not move for a long time.

A long, long time has passed.

The fox in his arms also fell asleep.

Obediently, in his arms.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The fundus of the eyes is clear.

No drowsiness.

It was pitch-black, extremely quiet.

the next day.

The fox was awakened by the very fragrant roast chicken smell.

She is still sleepy, but her nose has woken up first.

Can't stop sniffing and attracting it.

Before it even opened its eyes, it staggered and stood up.

Yawning, looking for taste.

Move forward slowly.

Then, he was embraced by a pair of hands.

(end of this chapter)