Anti-wife becomes demon

"What a beautiful silver fox." The person sitting at the head of the table was the Taoist priest who asked Hu Jiuhan and Fan Ren that day.

"In Xianan City, the fourth-generation direct disciple of Master Guan Yunya, Gui Yunzi Shangqian, all present here are my nephews, who were commissioned by the master to go down the mountain to eliminate harm for the people.

This man named Shang Qian also looks very young. Unexpectedly, he is already the uncle of this group of little Taoist priests, and he is also a direct disciple of the real Yunya, so it sounds like he has a lot of background.

Fan Ren thought for a while, but he couldn't lose his value, and replied: "Fan Ren, the third generation personal disciple of Shen Jing, the Sanren of Lingguan Pingyang, is called Lingyunzi."

"Fang Lingguan?" Shang Qian seemed to have no impression of this small Taoist temple, and was trying to remember it. "Which faction is it?"

"The Talisman Sect. If I remember correctly, you should be from the Danding Sect, right?"

"Exactly." Shang Qian raised his neck with a sense of pride.

"Nice to meet you."

"Each each other."

The two smiled knowingly, and Shang Qian said: "I have seen the letters left by fellow Taoist Jiu Han. He had to leave because of something. You are recommended to go with us, fellow daoist. You know that, right?"

The corner of Fan Ren's mouth twitched, and he said with a half-smile: "I already know."

"That's good. I've been waiting for a long time, and I can leave anytime." Shang Qian cupped his hands.

"It's already halfway through today, so it's not suitable to go out. Let's start tomorrow morning, what do you think?"

"Okay, then it's settled."

"It's a word."

"Fellow Taoist, do you have anything else to do? Why don't you discuss Taoism with me? Learn from each other and learn from each other, so as to enhance mutual understanding." Shang Qian faced an empty seat with a gesture of invitation.

Fan Ren had no interest in discussing with them at first, but he said so, and it was hard to refuse, isn't it just to probe the bottom, so euphemistically.

After sitting down, Shang Qian ordered a few more dishes. When Fan Ren was about to eat, he heard Hu Jiuhan's voice in his mind: "Are you patronizing your own food? I'm not hungry?"

The meat on the chopsticks immediately went into his mouth. Fan Ren looked sideways at the demon fox, swallowed, and fed the meat to the little white fox.

The little white fox was not too polite, he opened his mouth and ate it.

Shang Qian's eyes lit up when they saw it, and Shang Qian had "a soft spot" for this little white fox from the very beginning.

"Brother Dao, where did you get this silver fox? You understand human nature!"

"Brother Dao, you are really lucky. This silver fox is already at the level of a spirit beast. If it takes a little longer, I'm afraid it will become a demon."

"Brother Dao, can I give you a hug?"

Those nephews and nephews who were still potential could not sit still any more, they all came forward to praise him.

"Do you think it is for you to hug?" Fan Ren looked helplessly at the little Taoist priest who wanted to hug the silver fox.

The little Taoist just stretched out his hand to touch the hair on the silver fox, the silver fox immediately stared at the little Taoist with bared teeth, which scared the little Taoist back a few steps.

Seeing this, Shang Qian came over, rolled up his sleeves lightly, and reached out to grab Silver Fox's neck.

In his opinion, he was just a little animal with some intelligence. There was nothing to be afraid of. He didn't believe that a little animal that even Fan Ren could tame could handle him.

Unexpectedly, before the silver fox could do anything to Shang Qian, Fan Ren's hand had already grabbed Shang Qian's wrist.

Shang Qian was stunned for a moment and asked, "Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this?"

Fan Ren said with a smile: "This little thing is timid. If a stranger touches him casually, he might bite. It would be bad if he bites a fellow daoist."

"Hahaha, fellow daoist, what can a mere little beast do to me?"

When Fan Ren heard this, he nodded, let go of his hand, and said to Shang Qian, "That fellow Daoist, please go ahead."

Shang Qian glanced at Fan Ren, and raised his hand again to touch the little white fox. Before the hand could get close to the little white fox, the little white fox "Kang Chi" bit Shang Qian's wrist. Wetting his sleeves.

The others became anxious when they saw this, and stood up abruptly.

Seeing this, Fan Ren immediately grabbed the little white fox by the back of his neck and said to the little white fox, "Let go, it's almost over, you can't stop biting."

The little white fox let out a low growl, as if threatening Fan Ren.

Shang Qian looked at Fan Ren a little angrily and said, "If you can't make him let go, don't blame me for being rude."

When Fan Ren heard this, he patted the little white fox's head and said, "Did you hear that? I can't protect you if they really punish you."

Only then did the little white fox let go of its mouth, leaving a few clear tooth marks on Shang Qian's wrist, and bright red blood continuously flowed from the wound.

"Friend Daoist, I think you should take care of your wild pet after it's untamed. Fortunately, I was the one who bit it today. If I deny it, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to talk about."

That Shang Qian was a bit of a Taoist, after the little white fox let go, he immediately cast a spell on his wound, the wound stopped bleeding immediately, and then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the blood disappeared.

"Yes, what Fellow Daoist said is that next time I will definitely hang a sign on my chest, which says [One fierce pet, please do not approach, the injured will be responsible for the consequences], you think it should be much better?"

When Shang Qian and his nephews heard this, they stared at each other, obviously scolding them for their own humiliation!

However, when Fan Ren saw this, he was calm and unhurried, which made Shang Qian and the others feel agitated. How dare they humiliate them like this?Could it be that this Taoist priest's Taoism is much higher than theirs?

Looking at the "fierce beast" on Fan Ren's shoulder, several people sat down in their seats awkwardly, as if the unhappiness just now hadn't happened at all.

At this time, Hu Jiuhan sent a voice transmission to Fan Ren: "I don't want to see the faces of these people again today, so go back to the room."

Fan Ren glanced at the little white fox lying on his shoulders with his eyes closed out of the corner of his eyes, and sighed helplessly.

"Fellow daoists, I just remembered that there are still important matters to be dealt with, so let's go ahead. I will definitely meet you tomorrow morning, see you soon."

Naturally, Shang Qian and the others had no desire to force them to stay, so Fan Ren left after being courteous.

After Fan Ren left, the nephews and nephews of Shang Qian began to chatter: "Uncle, this silver fox can bite through your protective shield so easily, it seems that it is definitely not an ordinary spirit beast."

"Nonsense, I suspect that this silver fox may already be a demon."

"Then this Taoist actually treats a monster as a pet, isn't it a risk to the world?"

"Don't make any noise, listen to what the uncle has to say."

Shang Qian sat on the chair and looked at the hole in the sleeve, then looked at the door where Fan Ren had just left and said, "This man's origin is unknown, remember to be more prepared when you are with him tomorrow."

"Uncle, if you are worried about this person, why don't you just take him with you? Save trouble."

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