Simulation: Starting from Under One Person

Faced with Fang Rui's curious gaze, the Sparrowhawk Demon King remained silent for a moment before weakly reminding him, "I can transform into a human."

Since she is given the title of Demon King, she naturally possesses Demon King-level combat power, and transforming into a human is very easy for her.

"You mean... I should untie you?"

Fang Rui raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, instantly understanding the hidden meaning in the Sparrowhawk Demon King's words. He asked in a questioning tone, "Then... how can you guarantee that you won't run away immediately after being freed from your restraints?!"

Given the speed at which the Sparrowhawk Demon King moved, Fang Rui didn't think he could catch her.

He was able to capture her easily because he ambushed her, and the Sparrowhawk Demon King was completely unprepared.

Sparrowhawk Demon King: "…………"

How can I prove it?!

I have absolutely no way of proving it!!!

If I had the chance, I would definitely run away immediately!

The Sparrowhawk Demon King, thinking this to himself, stared silently at Fang Rui...

Chapter 87 Unexpected Visitor

Half an hour later, the Sparrowhawk Demon King, who had transformed into human form, had waist-length hair that was almost brown, with a tuft of white hair in the middle of his bangs.

Her face was quite delicate, and she looked like a young girl of eighteen or nineteen. She was dressed in a female knight-errant outfit that allowed her to move easily, and the colors were mainly brown and white.

Sitting at the old eight-immortal table, holding an equally old brush, he wrote and drew on the white paper. On his cheeks and neck, where he was not covered by clothing, the pale blue, distorted lines gleamed faintly—these were talismans.

Because the Sparrowhawk Demon Queen couldn't guarantee she wouldn't run away after being freed, she put the restraints back on less than a minute after transforming into human form...

Fang Rui was also sitting at the octagonal table, supervising her as she diligently memorized the contents of the cultivation technique and the demonic arts she had mastered, while occasionally chatting with her.

Fang Rui asked, "What's your name?"

Sparrowhawk Demon King: "My name is Queying."

"Are you playing with puns?" Fang Rui reflexively retorted, then thought for a moment before saying, "Change the name! 'Little Sparrow' sounds nice."

"No." Que Ying crossed her arms and firmly refused.

"How about calling her Xiaoying'er?" Fang Rui asked again.

“Absolutely not!” Que Ying answered, enunciating each word clearly.

"Alright then~" Fang Rui didn't force Que Ying to change her name, but he also had no intention of changing how he addressed her. "Little Que'er, whatever you like~"

Que Ying paused in her action of dipping the brush in ink, suddenly wanting to smash the brush into Fang Rui's face. She took a deep breath, silently reciting "taking a step back opens up a vast sky" and "you can't beat him," gradually suppressing the impulse in her heart, and gripped the brush tightly to continue writing...

Fang Rui didn't seem to care about the lack of response. Seemingly bored, he noticed the change in the light outside the window. It was almost dusk, and as usual, thinking about dinner, he asked, "What do you want to eat for dinner?"

Que Ying: "…………"

What was supposed to be a routine inquiry suddenly brought to mind the threatening words spoken by the man a few hours earlier. The image of a braised sparrowhawk seemed to flash through his mind, and he broke out in a cold sweat, trembling slightly.

"Let's eat... let's eat vegetarian! A vegetarian diet is good for your health!"

Que Ying, driven by a strong will to survive, spoke with a serious and earnest tone, as if her words were profound truths.

Do you eat vegetarian food?

Upon hearing this, Fang Rui thought of the vegetable plots near the farmhouse. Although the energy in the Fox Demon World was much more abundant, even ordinary vegetables and fruits tasted and were quite nutritious.

However, it held little appeal for Fang Rui, the user of the Six Treasures Immortal Thief. Since acquiring the Six Treasures Immortal Thief, Fang Rui's tastes had become increasingly discerning; the more vibrant and lively an object was, the more attractive it became to him…

The less life force an object has, the less attractive it is to him. Therefore, although the vegetables in the vegetable garden near the farmhouse looked very tempting, they contained very little life force and had almost no appeal to Fang Rui.

However, the distant mountains and forests... there should be special spiritual fruits there, which are both delicious and have special effects.

Thinking this, Fang Rui turned his gaze to the somewhat nervous Que Ying and said in a gentle tone, "Since you suggested eating vegetarian food, you must know where to find delicious spiritual fruits, right?"

Upon hearing this, Que Ying breathed a sigh of relief, patted her bulging chest, and said confidently, "Of course I know!"

As a minor demon king whose territory spans several miles, she naturally knows very well what delicious food she has at home, especially some rare spiritual fruits that can help her enhance her strength.

Suddenly, a strange light flashed in Que Ying's eyes. If...

She quickly composed herself and didn't continue thinking about the sudden idea.

Fang Rui was unaware of what Que Ying was thinking. He continued the previous topic and said, "Since you know, then lead the way."

Fang Rui was really looking forward to seeing how the spiritual fruits from this other world would taste. After all, in his impression of the Fox Demon World, the names of various delicacies occupied a lot of space, because Bai Yuechu, the protagonist, was a foodie... no, perhaps "hunger" would be a more appropriate description.

On the other hand, the world level of the fox spirit world is not low, and the spiritual fruits nurtured by abundant energy are worth looking forward to.

Led by Que Ying, Fang Rui and she entered the forest together, heading from near to far, to the areas where spiritual plants grew. They saw many plants they had never seen before, such as sweet vines with very sweet sap, and the famous spiritual fruit that often appears in various novels and movies—the Vermilion Fruit.

About an hour later, Fang Rui returned to the farmhouse carrying a bunch of spirit fruits. Que Ying, who was following behind him, looked regretful. She had wanted to take Fang Rui to the territory of other demon kings, but she forgot that there was a limit to what a person could carry. She also forgot that there were quite a few spirit plants in her territory. After wandering around the territory for a while, she and Fang Rui reached the limit of what they could carry.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the forest...

A bullock cart plunged off a cliff and crashed into a lush forest, startling a flock of birds.

"Damn it!"

A middle-aged man dressed like a Taoist priest stood beside a wrecked oxcart, cursing and punching a scarred boy.

"It's all your fault, you're going to get a scolding from Master when you get back."

"What the Taoist priest said is true..."

The boy seemed to be used to it and didn't care about being punched and kicked.

A pure white demonic bull stood to one side, munching on grass and occasionally snorting. Two scarred fox-eared girls were imprisoned in two iron cages with talismans on them, their eyes dim as they watched the scene before them.

Seemingly having calmed down, the middle-aged Taoist straightened his robes, looked up at the sun that had already set behind the mountains, and instructed the scarred boy, "Take the cattle and goods with you. We need to leave the forest as soon as possible and find a place to stay."

After all, the forest at night is very dangerous.

"Ok."

The scarred boy was very obedient. He first threaded the rope through the gaps in the iron cage bars and tied it securely. Then he tied the other end to the waist of the monster bull, shortening the distance between them so that the end of the iron cage closest to the monster bull was off the ground, making it easier to drag along...

The two humans, two demons, and one beast quickly emerged from the forest and proceeded along a wide road, eventually finding a farmhouse as darkness fell.

"A farmhouse in a place like this?! How lucky!" The middle-aged Taoist was surprised, completely ignoring the oddities, and instructed the scarred youth, "We'll stay here tonight. First, move the goods to the woodshed, then prepare dinner..."

After speaking, the middle-aged Taoist priest took out red ropes, bells, and other items and set them up near the farmhouse as a simple warning device. He then walked around the vegetable garden casually, trampling on quite a few vegetables...

Chapter 88 The Woodshed That Was Set on Fire

at the same time……

The scarred boy wandered around the farmhouse. The living room was clean and tidy, the rice jar in the kitchen was half full, a few pieces of cured meat were hanging in the ventilator, and firewood was piled in the corner... All signs indicated that someone lived there.

The scarred boy's right hand reached for his waist, the irregular, multifaceted texture reaching his palm. It was the loose silver stored in his purse, his only possessions.

The scarred boy knew his senior's ways very well; he would definitely not be polite when it came to food, and the few pieces of cured meat in the kitchen would hardly escape being eaten. As for paying him... that possibility was so low as to be negligible.

Clutching the loose silver in his purse, the scarred boy had already made up his mind; after all, you have to pay to eat.

With that in mind, the scarred boy began to wash the rice and cook.

About half an hour later, the middle-aged Taoist priest, having finished setting up the warning device, entered the farmhouse and shouted in a harsh tone, "You stinking handyman, is the food ready yet?"

The scarred boy, who was chopping vegetables, replied, "Master Dao, we'll have to wait a little while."

"Tch, so slow!" With an arrogant stride, the middle-aged Taoist priest entered the kitchen, his gaze sweeping over the entire space. Steam rose from the earthenware steamer used for cooking rice, the stove glowed with an orange-red light, dark-colored cured meat hung in the ventilated area, and chopped vegetables filled rough earthenware bowls...

"Why wasn't the meat cut?!" The middle-aged Taoist priest punched the scarred boy on the head, making a dull thud.

"I'll cut it right away, I'll cut it right away..." The scarred boy who had been beaten showed a fawning smile, quickly took down the hanging cured meat and threw it into the wooden bucket, scooped water from the water vat into the bucket, and then began to wash the cured meat.

Looking at the long strips of cured meat in the bucket, the middle-aged Taoist priest kicked the scarred boy again and shouted angrily, "How can this little bit be enough?! Steam all the cured meat and take the leftovers with you."

After saying this, the middle-aged Taoist priest left the kitchen.

After some time, the scarred boy sliced ​​all the steamed cured meat, plated it, and then placed it on the octagonal table in the living room.

Smelling the aroma of cured meat, the middle-aged Taoist smacked his lips, thinking that how could there be meat without wine? However, he himself did not bring any wine with him, so he turned his attention to the farmhouse, where perhaps wine was stored.

"You stinking handyman, go find some wine."

Although it was an unreasonable request, the scarred boy did not refuse. He silently went into the kitchen and brought out the steamed rice and other dishes and placed them on the table.

Then he left the living room, pretending to look for hidden wine near the farmhouse, but actually... he was there for something else...

………………

The moon was high in the sky, stars twinkled in the night sky, and deep darkness shrouded the distant mountains and forests like a veil.

Fang Rui carried a net bag woven from vines, filled with all sorts of spiritual fruits, and floated slowly out of the forest, hovering in the air on a wood-chopping knife.

The Sparrowhawk Demon King followed closely behind, also carrying two net bags of spirit fruits, drifting slowly.

"Ok?"

Looking at the firelight in the darkness, Fang Rui was taken aback. He carefully examined the area for a while to confirm that he had not come to the wrong place; this was indeed his home.

"I didn't turn on the lights when I left home, did I?"

Although it was a question, Fang Rui's tone was quite certain, after all, he left home near dusk, and the house was brightly lit, so it was impossible to light a candle.

That is to say...

Someone broke into my house!

Fang Rui squinted slightly, not particularly concerned about the fact that someone had broken into his home, but not entirely indifferent either.

Although he had never lived in that house for a single day, it was still his home. It would be a lie to say he wasn't angry that someone had barged in without his permission.

There's a saying: "To take something without asking is to steal." So, breaking into someone's home without permission can be classified as robbery or theft!

However... how to deal with the stranger who broke into his home will have to be decided after he meets with him...

With that thought, Fang Rui smiled and slowly landed on the ground, taking steady steps forward.

Following her instincts, Que Ying felt that Fang Rui was a bit scary at the moment, so she deliberately lagged behind and watched Fang Rui's back from a distance.

However, before the two could reach within ten meters of the farmhouse, the woodshed was suddenly set ablaze. Amidst the raging orange-red flames, a blonde girl with fox ears, dressed in tattered red clothes, carried a gray-haired boy on one shoulder, her face indifferent, walking slowly.

Beside her, a green-haired fox-eared girl held her arm and followed obediently beside her.

Seeing this, Fang Rui raised an eyebrow slightly.