A house girl becomes a demon

Chapter 17
He paused, and patiently explained: "There is no such monster."

Huo Xiaoli was worried that he misunderstood, and said: "Flower-picking demons are not a kind of demons, but refer to all kinds of demons who are bold. Any kind of demons can become flower-picking demons, for example..."

"Okay, what do you want?" He felt defeated.

Huo Xiaoli pursed his lips and smiled, and began to pull his sleeves again, saying vaguely: "It's just a little thing... just talking to me when my bodyguard protects me all night and I don't sleep. Watching me every step of the way while sleeping, sending me back at dawn, not allowing me to leave half a step in the middle, if someone or a demon comes out to bully me like the one just now, you have to..."

Feng Ye had already sighed, rolled his eyes, and walked forward, not intending to finish listening.

Huo Xiaoli hurriedly chased after him, "I won't say anything, but... you should at least send me back."

He was stunned for a while, "Why did I send you back?"

Her voice was like a mosquito, "I forgot my way."

Feng Ye was stunned for a while, "I really doubt if you are a demon, how could there be such a fox demon as you!"

Huo Xiaoli said solemnly: "I think I probably am. They told me so, but I don't really understand it myself."

Feng Ye didn't ask who 'they' were referring to, and he didn't want to entangle her endlessly, "How can I send you back?"

Huo Xiaoli paused, then said slowly, "Actually, I... If you can take me flying, I can point out the way. But look, it's so dark now, I think we should go back at dawn."

Huo Xiaoli carefully looked at Feng Ye with a sluggish face, but the root cause was that she didn't want to go back so early.

"Okay." Feng Ye said it almost with difficulty, "But you must quiet me down.

Huo Xiaoli covered his mouth with both hands, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and followed him obediently.

The night without sound was very quiet, the shadows of the whirling trees under the moonlight swayed slightly, occasionally the slight calls of certain animals and the rustling of footsteps could be heard.

Huo Xiaoli held her breath quietly, tugging on Feng Ye's clothes and refused to let go, she didn't know what she was afraid of, the ghost movies and ghost stories she had watched since she was a child, one by one in her mind flash.

After enduring the windy night for a long time, when he turned his head, Huo Xiaoli immediately let go of his sleeves and made a gesture of surrender.

(End of this chapter)