Chapter 8 - Yan Xuanjing had lived for over five hundred years and this was the first time he had met a monster than could be mesmerised by his face. (2/2)

“That nine-tailed fox……”

“Yan Xuanjing,” Da Hei answered.

“That Yan Xuanjing, seem to not like half-monsters.” Lin Mu said.

Da Hei didn’t take it that seriously, “not only is he a monster from the Great Wilderness, but he’s one of those with a high status. It’s normal that they don’t think much about little monsters or half-monsters like us.”

“Oh, true.” Lin Mu nodded and sullenly collected his expression as he clanged his way through fixing the window. After collecting his tools, he asked Da Hei for a way to contact him, said that he would come back next week when he officially joined, and then turned to leave the office.

Lin Mu wasn’t short, yet he couldn’t be called tall. From behind, he looked like an angry penguin, carrying a pile of heavy objects, huffing and puffing all the way home.

When Lin Mu arrived home, the sky was already covered with layers of sunset clouds.

He sullenly placed the tool bag on the table and looked down at the time, before remembered that there was a dog at home that didn’t have lunch to eat and ran upstairs in a panic and looked into his room, but found that it was empty.

Lin Mu stared at the old empty blankets for a while, bit his lips, and looked around the house for a while but didn’t find that pile of white fluff.

He had no choice but to turn computer on to check the surveillance and found that this morning, shortly after he left, the dog had followed him and also left. It seemed that the dog had no problems walking, but there still were some minor defects in his left front leg.

Lin Mu turned off the surveillance record, and like a punctured balloon, his whole person deflated.

He bit his lips and rolled onto the bed, and with a single pull of his thin blanket, his whole body burrowed into it, feeling quite miserable.

Such a good looking monster, Lin Mu thought.

Although it’s a little superficial to look at a person’s face, Lin Mu felt that if he chatted with good-looking people every day, he would feel happy for the entire day.

Even simply being friends was also good.

Pity that the other person was good looking and had a high status, and had no interest in half-monsters.

Of course, this was only a small blow towards Lin Mu.

This was an extremely ordinary incident; he didn’t even know if he would meet that great figure in the future.

For Lin Mu, the biggest blow was this — even the dog didn’t want him.

His Milky ran.

He was looking forward to the dog staying and calling him Milky, but the dog ran.

Lin Mu rolled into a ball in his bed, buried his head in his pillow and felt that his method of self-isolation met all criterias.

He isolated himself for quite a while, before he started to feel a little stuffy in his bed. Reaching out a hand beside his pillow to touch about, Lin Mu finally found the switch for the small electric fan, turned it on, and came out from under the blanket, sighing.

Forget it. If old things didn’t go, new things wouldn’t come.

It was time to go to the pet store and pick a new dog back.

Although this new dog might not be smart and might not be able to gain spiritual awareness, but a silly dog had the benefits of a silly dog, and at least they wouldn’t run.

Lin Mu thought about it, and like a squid jumping out of the water jumped out from the bed, put on his shoes, took his keys and thumped down the stairs.

As soon as the door opened, the light orange sunset rushed into the house, bringing along with it the cool breeze of the summer evening.

Lin Mu’s eyes met with Yan Xuanjing, who had turned back to his original form.

Lin Mu froze.

Yan Xuanjing also froze.

A person and a fox looked at each other for a long time in the sunset. Lin Mu took the lead in responding, and his whole person became brighter as he happily ran out and opened the door for the lost and found Milky.

“You came back!” Lin Mu let the dog in, and the first thing he did was to squat down and examine the area where the dog had been injured.

After a day, these injuries had almost all recovered, leaving only some harmless scabs and scars. Once the scabs fell off, they should all be healed.

“I thought you were gone.” Lin Mu let out a sigh of relief, then happily said, “since you came back, shall I give you a name? How does Milky sound?”

Yan Xuanjing looked at Lin Mu, and didn’t say anything.

He wanted to turn back to his human form, since it was more convenient, but this little half-monster couldn’t handle the charm of a nine-tailed fox, and was throwing out his soul ever other minute – even if Yan Xuanjing, a nine-tailed fox, didn’t have the slightest intention of charming this little half-monster at all.

As a nine-tailed fox who was civilized and polite, he had long gotten away from having such low-levelled taste, and he didn’t need to rely on the souls of humans or monsters to survive. Yan Xuanjing had reigned in his talent since 800 years ago, and the part that he couldn’t restrain generally would not affect other monsters.

Who could imagine that the half-monster’s resistance to his human form was so weak.

— Even his voice could take Lin Mu’s soul and run.

As long as he kept to his original form, this little half-monster would still be normal.

To be honest, Yan Xuanjing had lived for over five hundred years and this was the first time he had met a monster than could be mesmerised by his face.

In the Great Wilderness, although there were half-monsters, none of them were as bad as Lin Mu.

At least Yan Xuanjing had never met any.

Yan Xuanjing followed Lin Mu into the house.

Lin Mu was talking about what happened today, and every sentence was about the beautiful fox spirit he had saw today.

Little pervert.

Yan Xuanjing was thinking with a blank face, then looked at Lin Mu who as walking into the kitchen. When he was just about planning to find a clean place to sit down, he suddenly turned back into the yard, as if he had remembered something.

Lin Mu had just steamed the rice and turned around and saw his family’s Milky standing at the doorway of the kitchen, with a struggling ginseng in his mouth. Seeing that Lin Mu had looked over, he threw the ginseng onto the ground.

The ginseng rolled around on the ground, and rolled into a fat and pale little baby, with a string of red ginseng seeds on his head. He nervously looked around before his sight finally fell onto pot on the stove, was stunned for three seconds, before letting out a “wa” and started to cry loudly.