Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

The night in the city always comes quickly, under the dark blue sky, the neon lights are staggered, looking down from the sky, the stars are shining like a jade belt of the Milky Way with shadows framed.

On the road surrounded by gorgeous lights, vehicles are constantly flowing. In the back seat of a black car, a man in a neat suit sits quietly. Occasionally, lights shine in from outside the window. In the fleeting light and shadow, you can vaguely see his handsome and three-dimensional facial features.

Looking at the bright lights on the street, and thinking of the little fox at home who suddenly fell asleep a week ago, Feng Ze's frowning brows were filled with wordless worry.

A week ago, the little fox went to take a nap after jumping around and making noise like usual, but he didn't expect that this sleep was not awake.

Feng Ze, who couldn't wake up the little fox, didn't mean his hair was graying in a hurry, but he finally found out from the Zhongtang brand servant Yin Yaozu that it turned out that the little fox was going to transform.

Faced with the answer given by the demons, Feng Ze was both surprised and delighted in his heart. He was delighted at the growth of the little fox, and he was also surprised at the growth of the little fox.

If the little fox grows up, if the little fox takes shape, will he still need himself as he is now?

For a whole week, this realistic problem has been hovering in Feng Ze's mind, and he can't ignore it or escape it no matter what.

In such uneasy and hesitant anxiety, Feng Zejing stayed by the bed for a week, but the little fox still didn't wake up, and the time for the dinner party that the military department needed to attend came.

Silently looking down, in the palm of the knee, there is a matte dark gold invitation letter, revealing a low-key luxury in the dimly lit compartment at the moment.

This special invitation letter was sent to Feng Ze two months ago. The invitation inside was written by Commander Zhang, a military leader, and the content was "sincere and earnest". Make time to be present.

This invitation letter said it was an invitation, but it was more of a coercion, because as long as Feng Ze didn't want to tear himself apart with the military, he had to go.

Feng Ze did exactly what the other party thought, accepted this invitation, not because of a compromise, but because he had an inexplicable intuition that this dinner was most likely related to the little fox.

For a long time, Feng Ze knew clearly that he was not a qualified demon catcher. A demon catcher believes in righteousness, protects the family and the country, and abides by inheritance. However, he scoffed at Feng's pedantic ancestral precepts.

If this is the case, the last lineage of the Feng family was wiped out a few years ago.

That's right, it's a human, not a demon, which is extremely ironic.

From then on, Feng Ze only believed in himself.

Although he is not a good person in the strict sense, he is not a bloodthirsty person either. He has a complete set of principles for dealing with things, and Feng Ze's principles are very simple.

Guard everything you care about.

He wanted to keep the Feng Clan undefeated. For this reason, he did not hesitate to memorize the ten thousand-year ancestor's precepts. He wanted to pass on the Feng Clan in a way that would not be humiliated or humiliated. Therefore, in the previous battles where both sides suffered losses, he restrained the demon, Afterwards, he imprinted service marks on them, turning the shackles into a sharp knife in his hands that made countless people tremble.

Feng Ze thought that his whole life was just for the Feng family, to keep this inheritance, but he didn't expect that, inadvertently, an extremely special existence unexpectedly broke into his life.

Will cry, will make trouble, will act like a baby, will be willful, will accompany him, will care about him, a little little fox.

Thinking of the little fox, Feng Ze's brows furrowed uncontrollably. Although he knew that even if he wasn't watching, the little fox would definitely not have any accidents in the house that was protected like a copper wall and iron wall, but he couldn't help it. Feng Ze, who was guarding the other side's bed, couldn't stop worrying in his heart.

What if the little fox suddenly woke up while he was away?He is the only one at home, will the little fox be sad because he can't find him?Will he sit on the bed and cry aggrievedly like before?

Thinking of all these contingencies and possibilities, Feng Ze had the urge to tell the driver to turn around and go home, and continue to guard the little fox, but...

Sighing lightly, he raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows. If two months ago, someone had told Feng Ze that one day he would be so tightly tied up by a little fox, all his thoughts and emotions would be so tightly bound by Feng Ze. Believe it or not.

But this kind of almost impossible thing quickly captured his whole mind in less than three or four months, and the little fox became a special and extremely soft existence in Feng Ze's heart.

Naughty, coquettish, cunning, arrogant, wronged, crying...

The little fox's every move was completely presented in his brain at this moment, and uncontrollably, an imperceptible arc was drawn on the corner of the man's lips.

The shadow of the lamp swayed, reflecting the deep eyes of the man in the car, and what dripped from those eyes was