The behavior of these foxes was beyond Wu Liang's expectations.

How could he not see that although these foxes were trying to intimidate him, their purpose was not to take his life, otherwise they would not have been in a stalemate with him for such a long time.

In addition, Wu Liang has determined that there is an inevitable connection between these foxes and Zhen Mi in the house, and this is the territory of the Zhen family. If Zhen Mi really wanted to do something to herself, I am afraid she would have already done it, in the study during the day.

There was absolutely no need to say those incomprehensible words to him, and now there was no need to engage in these incomprehensible dramas.

Therefore, after carefully weighing it, Wu Liang believed that he should not do everything right now...

Outside the yard.

The footsteps of the head servant and others were getting closer and closer, but the little white fox in Wu Liang's hand still seemed to be sealed and curled up into a ball, unable to move.

Finally, Wu Liang made up his mind.

"If I let you go now, we will be even, do you agree?"

Wu Liang brought the little white fox to his eyes, looked into its eyes and asked.

"..."

The little white fox's face originally had a hint of obvious anger, but after hearing Wu Liang's words, a very vivid look of surprise appeared on his face, and then he nodded his head slightly.

Normally, animals like foxes should not show complex expressions like humans. Even if some expressions look like laughter or anger, they are just what people think they come up with. But this little white fox is obviously not like this.

It is no longer just as simple as understanding human nature, but possessing considerable wisdom. To use the common saying of the Chinese people, that is, it may have become a spirit...a vixen!

At this moment, many classic scenes from "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" flashed through Wu Liang's mind unconsciously. He wondered if the descriptions there were true. Would it be exciting for a mortal to do something coy with a vixen?

Will the yang energy be sucked away? Will the body and bones become worse day by day? Will it make people want to stop even though they know they will die?

But this is obviously not the time to think wildly.

"It's a deal, let's go."

Before the head servant and others reached the door of the courtyard, Wu Liang finally placed the little white fox back on the stone table.

"Woo..."

The little white fox jumped up to the red maple tree next to the stone table, then quickly ran to the top of the tree and jumped onto the courtyard wall, then looked back at him for the last time, called out softly, and then

Completely disappeared into the night.

"Ah."

Wu Liang smiled and shook his head.

When I turned around, the head servant, Prince Chamu and others had already arrived at the entrance of the yard.

The head servant looked into the courtyard by the light of the fire and asked, "Liu Neng, have you finished cleaning up?"

"It's over, it's over."

Wu Liang lowered his eyebrows and smiled happily.

"Then why are you still standing there? Come out and follow us quickly?"

The head servant said impatiently as he crossed his hands and jumped on his feet.

"I'm coming."

Wu Liang took one last look in the direction of Zhen Mi's boudoir, then quickly ran out of the yard holding a torch.

…

at the same time.

In the boudoir, Zhen Mi had already sat back on the couch. The angry look on her face had gone halfway. She put the broken fan on her lap and slowly smoothed it.

However, although the fine silk can be smoothed, the wooden frame and handle of the fan have been broken into several pieces, and it is absolutely impossible to restore it.

"Pfft!"

For some reason, Zhen Mi suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, as if she had just experienced something worthy of joy.

…

Returning to the warm room, he warmed his hands and feet and retreated into his own bed.

Wu Liang was still thinking about what just happened.

Since time traveling, that little white fox was the first thing that Wu Liang encountered that seemed to be an animal that turned into a spirit. This naturally made him have to think more about it.

In fact, there are countless folklore stories about animals becoming spirits from ancient times to the present day.

Among them, the five most popular immortals among the people are the "Five Immortals". These five immortals are Fox Immortal (Fox), Huang Immortal (Weasel), White Immortal (Hedgehog), Willow Immortal (Snake), and Gray Immortal (Rat).

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People believe that the five great immortals have been with humans for a long time and are supernatural beings who are both demons and immortals. If they are violated and harmed, they can retaliate against humans with black magic, causing humans to be punished with varying degrees of disasters.

If people worship them, they will receive blessings. Therefore, even in later generations, there are still many families that worship the five great immortals.

Among the five immortals, the one with the most legendary stories is undoubtedly the fox fairy. In these stories, the fox fairies are good and bad, some repay kindness and some harm others. They can be regarded as fairies that are both good and evil.

Second is the Huangxian. People generally believe that the Huangxian can control people's spiritual world. Once possessed by the Huangxian, people will develop hysteria, usually mostly women. They will talk, cry and curse all day long. This usually happens.

In this case, it is mostly because someone in the family has offended Huang Xian. Without Huang Xian's forgiveness, hysteria will never be cured.

There are also many legends about the remaining White Immortal, Willow Immortal and Gray Immortal.

For example, "The Legend of White Snake", which is familiar to people in later generations, was artistically processed based on folk rumors about Liuxian...

While thinking about these.

Wu Liang once again recalled the soft moans coming from Zhen Mi's boudoir.

"hourenxiyi~"

When he was surrounded by this group of foxes, especially when the little white fox walked towards him, there was still such a soft moan, but the emotion contained in this soft moan seemed to be very complicated, and Wu Liang did not realize it at the time.

The feelings I wanted to express also failed to resonate and empathize.

Although he had no clue yet, he felt that the soft moan must have some relationship with the group of foxes, especially the little white fox.

This may be Zhen Mi's reminder to herself.

The purpose is to help Wu Liang remember what Zhen Mi wants him to remember.

"hourenxiyi~"

Wu Liang hummed softly once, and concentrated on searching through the knowledge in his mind, trying to find a few words that might be related to it, although the chance might be extremely slim.

Prince Chamu heard Wu Liang's voice, poked him from behind, and asked in a low voice with some curiosity: "Brother Liu Neng, what are you humming? The tune is pretty good?"

"Nothing, just humming casually..."

Wu Liang tightened the quilt and said vaguely.

"Do you miss Miss Bai, or do you miss Chen Liu's beauties?"

Prince Chamu asked again.

"How can I see it?"

Wu Liang asked.

"Of course I can hear it from the tune you hum. Although I don't understand music theory, I can still hear the feeling of longing in your tune."

Prince Chamu said seriously, "But if you miss Miss Bai, your energy is really not as strong as usual. I haven't seen you for just one night and you can't stand it anymore. I have to wonder if you have already

You have mastered the art of the house, but you are not willing to teach it to me."

"You stay away from me!"

Wu Liang suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, and gave Prince Chamu a hard blow with his elbow.

"Ouch!"

Prince Chamu screamed in pain.

Immediately, dissatisfied curses came from the side: "Why are you screaming? You're not letting me sleep anymore!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just had a nightmare. I'm sorry, go to sleep."

Prince Chamu also had no airs and was surprisingly adaptable. He quickly apologized to the people around him and quickly calmed him down.

Wu Liang, on the other hand, ignored Prince Chamu and secretly complained in his heart: It would be great if I knew the magic of the room. How could I be afraid of Jingjing sneaking into my room when I was staying in Chenliu? It's a pity that I only hate it.

Technique and a half-baked water control technique...

etc?!

Thinking of this, Wu Liang seemed to have a sudden "ding" in his mind.

The art of controlling water!

arctic fox.

Long distance love.

Chanting softly.

hourenxiyi……
To be continued...