A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The little fox finally recovered from the shock of being caught red-handed.

It trembled at first, and then its fox eyes instantly filled with tears. Its little mouth twitched, and without any need for preparation, it burst into tears with a "waaaah".

He scrambled towards the goddess at the door, grabbed her bare feet, and wept so bitterly it was heart-wrenching and deeply moving.

"Your Majesty! Waaaaah... Your Majesty! You've finally arrived! Little Fox has missed you so much! Waaaaah..."

"Little Fox was wrong! Little Fox knows she was wrong! Little Fox will never dare to steal your secret stash of money again! She'll never dare to run away from home again! Waaah... Your Majesty, hit me! Scold me! Just don't abandon Little Fox..."

As it cried, it rubbed its furry head against the empress's instep, its face covered in tears and snot, its acting was so natural and its emotions so genuine.

At the same time, while holding the empress's feet, it secretly and desperately tried to wink at Ji Zuodao.

Those teary, blurry fox eyes were filled with the most humble pleas and the most devout prayers.

And the ultimate promise: "Big brother, save me this time, and I'll be your slave for life."

Ji Zuodao received the signal from the little fox's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly, very slowly, curved into a smile.

That smile was sincere, warm, and carried a hint of "I understand you."

He nodded gently at the little fox.

The little fox felt relieved, and gratitude appeared in its eyes.

Then, Ji Zuodao, in his clear, bright voice, filled with concern and doubt, spoke to the Empress in surprise and loudly:

"Oh dear, little fox!"

"Have you packed all your luggage?"

He turned to the side, clearing his view so that the Empress could clearly see the pile of "evidence" in the bathtub, his tone so innocent and pure, full of genuine confusion:

"Are you not comfortable staying here?"

"still……"

He blinked, his expression saying, "I'm just curious."

"Getting ready for a long trip?"

Little fox: "!!!"

The fox was completely petrified, staring at Ji Zuodao's face, which was full of "well-behaved concern".

The fox's eyes first showed confusion, then shock, and finally a volcanic eruption of betrayal-induced rage!

Hime! Zuo! Dao!!!

You! This! Dog! Thing! !!

What happened to nodding in agreement to keep it a secret?!

Are you fucking nodding to signal that I'm going to collect your corpse?!

The already precarious trust between humans and foxes...

At that moment, it completely collapsed, turning to ashes and leaving not a trace.

The empress immediately flew into a rage.

Her peach-blossom eyes widened, and with a slender, jade-like hand, she precisely grabbed the little fox's ear and twisted it forcefully with her knuckles—

"You little rascal! You've got some nerve, haven't you?!"

"He was a troublemaker from a young age! At three, he would take pearls from the empress's dressing case and use them as marbles! At five, he knew how to steal osmanthus cakes from the offering table and even knew how to turn the plate around to pretend it hadn't been touched!"

"Seven years old! At seven years old, he dared to lead a bunch of fox cubs to raid a hornet's nest on the neighboring mountain! He came back covered in welts from the stings, crying, and then went again the next day! He's as stubborn as a donkey!"

"Ten years old! Ten years old and already writing love letters! What did he write, 'Sister Cuihua, your tail is like the clouds in the sky'? It's so cheesy! And her parents even came to our door with the letter! You've completely disgraced your mother!"

"That's fine! Kids are just being mischievous!"

The empress's voice suddenly rose, and she unconsciously increased the force in her hands, causing the little fox to howl in pain, yet it dared not struggle.

"But what kind of mess did you make on your twenty-second birthday?! Huh?!"

The empress's voice suddenly rose, her chest heaving with anger:

"You stole my secret stash of money!!!"

"And they stole twenty-seven gold bars!!!"

"Do you think I, Your Majesty, own a gold mine?! Huh?!"

"Do you think it was easy for me to accumulate this little bit of wealth? Huh?! Back in Wall Street... ugh! Back then, I scrimped and saved, stretching every dollar in half, and finally managed to save up this little bit of money for my funeral, and you, you little bastard, just took it all!!"

"So what if you took it? At least have some ambition! Take the money and go out and make a name for yourself. Then my investment won't have been in vain!"

"And the result?!"

The empress raised her other hand and poked the little fox's forehead, her expression one of exasperation:

"They lured them into a pyramid scheme!!!"

"You tricked them into coming in, fine, but where's their brain?! Huh?! Did you use that vixen's brain to feed yourself?!"

"He was even captured and used for experiments! His stomach was ripped open! He was almost torn to pieces!!"

"If it weren't for the fact that your parents died young, I...I..." The empress's hands trembled with rage. "I would have skinned you alive and made your scarf!! How could you have survived until today?!"

"Now look what's happened!"

The empress pointed to the pile of luggage on the floor, then to the bloodstained fox pelt in the bathtub, her voice trembling:

"Starting to think about skinning himself alive, selling his body for money, packing his valuables, and running away?!"

"Run?! Where do you think you're going?!"

"With your skills and intelligence, you wouldn't even last three episodes outside of Jinghai!!"

"They'll catch us sooner or later. This time it's not an experiment, we're cooking it right in the pot! Braised fox! Spicy fox head! Fox meat hot pot!!"

The Empress scolded him thoroughly, dredging up old grievances with remarkable clarity, a well-defined timeline, and irrefutable evidence.

The little fox was so distraught after being scolded that its ears drooped and its tail hung down to the ground.

The fox curled up into a ball, its eyes brimming with tears. It didn't even dare to cry loudly, only daring to sob softly. It would steal glances at the Empress's face from time to time, looking as pitiful as a quail that had been soaked in the rain.

Ji Zuodao was initially watching the show with amusement, especially when he heard about the little fox's embarrassing childhood stories; he almost couldn't help but laugh.

But when the words "twenty-seven large yellow croakers" entered my ears—

Ji Zuodao's smile froze instantly.

Then, little by little, it cracked.

He slowly, very slowly turned his head to look at the listless fox on the ground.

The hint of schadenfreude in his eyes vanished completely in an instant.

Instead, a raging fire called "jealousy" was burning!

Twenty-seven...

Large yellow croaker?!

Ji Zuodao felt his breathing becoming labored and his chest tight.

Before he went down the mountain, he emptied the coffers of his three masters, searching every nook and cranny, and even counting the coins, he only managed to scrape together a thousand or eight hundred yuan!

Even so, he was still chased and killed by his third master with a stick across eight mountains, who called him a "traitorous ingrate".

He felt quite wronged at the time, and thought he was a terrible person.

But now...

Compared to this fox in front of me who stole twenty-seven gold bars and is still alive and well...

Ji Zuodao is simply the number one philanthropist in the world!

A model of respecting teachers and valuing education!

He couldn't even imagine how comfortable, carefree, and decadent the little fox must have been after running away from home with dozens of gold bars!

Looking at the little fox's miserable state, Ji Zuodao suddenly felt...

It's not pitiful at all.

Really.

I even think that this bastard got himself into the experiments.

He deserves to die.

So you stole gold bars! So you lived so comfortably! So you're richer than me!

Just when the little fox was being scolded by the Queen to the point of almost becoming withdrawn and wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself on the spot—

"Auntie, please calm down, calm down~"

Ji Zuodao spoke at the opportune moment, his voice soft and gentle, carrying just the right amount of worry.

He took a half step forward, gently tugged at the Empress's sleeve, his eyes full of tenderness:

"The little fox is still young and doesn't know any better. It has learned its lesson after suffering such a big loss this time."

"Look at it now, it's so pitiful, it must know it was wrong."

"Besides—"

Ji Zuodao changed the subject, his tone softening and becoming more earnest, "Getting so angry is bad for your health. It's not worth ruining your life."

"If you want to hit or punish someone, wait until you've calmed down. Right now, you're in the heat of the moment, and you might not know your own strength..."

He paused, glanced at the little fox, then looked at the Empress, his eyes so pure they could reflect a person's image:

"In the end, isn't it yourself who's the one who feels the pain?"

"I know you scold it harshly, but you actually love it the most in your heart."

His words were all reasonable and heartwarming, seemingly trying to exonerate the little fox and persuade the empress to calm down.

But that tone, that look, and the "thoughtfulness" and "understanding" conveyed in every word...

It's like they've written "I'm very well-behaved, very considerate, and very thoughtful of my aunt" all over their faces!

At first, the little fox thought that the scoundrel had finally had a change of heart, and a glimmer of gratitude appeared in its eyes...

But the more I listened, the more something seemed off.

This taste...

Why is it so tea?!