The Demon Empress: The Snake King Imprisoned

Chapter 144 The Consciousness of the Emperor Fox, the Pain of the Pseudo-Jun Fox 1
Zi Jing Zi's busiest inn, in the wing room on the second floor.

A beautiful man dressed in red is leaning lazily on the edge of the bed, his peach blossom eyes are slightly raised, which seems to be cold for thousands of years, and his thin red lips are sleeping tightly. In front of him was a beautiful woman in pink gauze.

At this moment, the woman's eyes like autumn water were tightly fixed on the man in red, and there was an unfathomable smile on that stunning face.

"You can change back." He glanced away coldly, and those indifferent and alienated words seemed to freeze cold.

"Don't be like this, anyway, I helped you too." The pink-shaded woman smiled slightly, her watery eyes were even more proud.

"If you want to be like this forever, I can help you too." He snorted coldly, and his subordinates began to cast spells non-stop.

"Okay, okay, I'll change back myself." I pouted aggrievedly, seeing his serious expression, the pink-shaded woman turned from a woman to a woman before he finished reciting the spell...uh... …pet.

A solid silver little fox stopped at the place where the pink-shaded woman transformed. It blinked its autumn-like fox eyes, and looked at its proudly smiling master with grievances.

"That's the way to be good. To be a pet, you must have the self-consciousness of being a pet." He looked at the silver fox and sneered, but his thin lips couldn't draw a happy arc.

"Then do you have the self-consciousness to be an emperor fox?" The silver fox rolled his eyes desperately, his eyes were dimmed, and the rest was serious and playful.

"Is the emperor fox conscious?" He sneered, clenched his hands tightly into fists, and narrowed his phoenix eyes in pain, which contained his thousand-year-old wounds and pains, bitterness and sorrow: "If there is no emperor fox Consciousness, why do you think I brought her here? If there is no self-consciousness of the Emperor Fox, why do you think I would give her to someone else???!!!”

He seemed to be muttering, but also seemed to be asking himself, but he didn't know that the bright red blood flowed out from between his hands, but he didn't know whether the words were meant for himself, someone else, or both.

It's just the pain in those eyes, and the endless heartache, but he no longer needs to hide it.

(End of this chapter)