love across the three realms

Chapter 665 I Don't Love You (6)

"What?" He Xing blinked curiously.

Beryl stretched out his wide sleeves, and a small fluffy red thing slipped out of his sleeves, rolled when it landed on the ground, and stood up vigorously again.

"Little Fox?"

That little thing is covered in red fur, shiny and shiny, with four small paws, a small group of snow-white spots on the forehead and the tip of the tail, a pair of big smart eyes, watery, as cute as you say it is, whoever it is I couldn't help but want to hug him.

Most importantly, this little fox looks very familiar.

"it is?"

As soon as He Xing stretched out his hand, the little fox jumped into her arms very cleverly, his little head arched against her chest.

He Xing laughed, and Beryl came over and grabbed the fur on its neck, and reprimanded him, "You perverted fox!"

The little fox squeaked, and He Xing suddenly became overwhelmed with motherhood, and hurriedly snatched it back from Beryl's hand: "Don't bully it!"

"Don't you recognize it?" Beryl knocked on the little fox's forehead.

He Xing held it up in front of his eyes, looked at it carefully for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "Could it be that he is Sa—"

"Yes, it is Savile. The Fox King rebelled, and Savile blocked the boss's heavy blow for you. He was seriously injured and almost lost his wits. After the boss woke up, he remembered what he did to you and used magic power to save it. The soul lingers. But in the end, he was too injured and could no longer maintain his human form. He has now turned into a fox spirit. However, don't be sad, maybe after hundreds or even thousands of years, he is still expected to cultivate again Humanoid."

He Xing patted the little fox's head, bowed his head and did not speak.

"Xinger, don't be sad, you look at the little fox and see how happy you are, if you keep an unhappy expression, it will also make it feel sad."

Michael raised his hand and cast a green light on the little fox's body. The green light circled around its glowing red body, all of which were absorbed by it, and finally disappeared.

"I have applied divine healing to it. As long as the right time arises, it can return to human form within 200 years."

Only then did He Xing feel relieved, he lowered his head and lightly touched the little fox's forehead: "From now on, I'll call you Sasa."

The little fox squeaked and barked a few more times, and his big round eyes turned into crescent shapes, presumably he was very satisfied with the new name.

He Xinger finally laughed.

Beryl suddenly let out a low cry from the side.

"What's wrong?" He Xing was taken aback.

Beryl coughed softly: "Well, Xing Xing, let's go back to your residence in Snow Palace first, this is the boss' bedroom after all, it's not suitable..."

He Xing also remembered what Satan said before to let her move back to Snow Palace.

Since he asked her to move, she naturally moved.She has occupied this place for so long, causing him to have a bedroom but not being able to return, so it is inevitable that he will feel resentful.

He Xing picked up the little fox Sasa: ​​"Then let's go now."

Beryl had just been scolded by Satan through sound transmission. He didn't expect He Xing to be so reasonable and understanding. He hurriedly transformed into a crystal carriage outside the palace, and together with Michael, brought He Xing back to the Snow Palace.

In the evening, He Xing stood in the big kitchen of the Snow Palace, sorting out the ingredients that Beryl helped her find, and hanging a glazed mirror specially made for her by Michael in the air. A pre-recorded video of Michael was shown, demonstrating how to sit down a pot of soup.

As a descendant of China, He Xing didn't feel ashamed that he had to be taught how to cook the delicacies passed down from his ancestors by a foreign race.

　In fact, I don’t want to say too much, it will affect the fluency of reading.It’s just that Nuan really hopes to read more comments from everyone. I don’t have to listen to any compliments. It’s just that writing alone is boring and difficult. If there is no communication from readers, I feel that my days are upside down. It's all meaningless.Sometimes when I write essays, I feel muddled, and it takes a long time for my family members to say a word to me to wake up.So every time I read it, please move your fingers gently and leave us a few words, okay?
　　
　
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