After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus.

Chapter 113 My throat got inflamed from eating (Please follow me, meow~)

"Would you like some shortbread?"

"Two thousand years, I'm tired of it." Miss Fox waved her hand, and a gust of demonic wind closed the door. Then she struck a very unladylike pose in front of the desk.

Well, stretching isn't exactly unseemly, but the little cutie under those three fluffy tails always seemed to be tempting him.

"And there are fish cakes too." Zhang Chen couldn't help but rub her tail, trying to peel one open to take a look.

A tail slapped him, and he had no choice but to surrender.

"Don't deduct money randomly."

"I believe that if you like a food enough, you won't get tired of it," Zhang Chen said meaningfully. "The pastries are getting cold."

Tu Shan Han Su rolled her eyes at him. "Now I can't eat without sauce. You figure it out yourself."

"...You never told me it would be addictive."

"Do you think I've ever eaten this before?" Miss Fox said coldly.

"...Okay, so do you want it mild, medium, or..."

"Spicy, medium-rare." Tu Shan Han Su picked up the pastry, first tasting the original flavor. The pastry itself didn't have much flavor; she usually ate it with chili sauce.

Then, she waited for Zhang Chen to add seasonings and cook it again.

An extra memory in one's mind can't change anything, but it's powerful proof that someone is trying to make amends.

Whether it's the power of time and space or the effect of the Bitter Love Tree, the fox can't tell right now.

However, in this world, no one truly understands the destructive power of time better than Zhang Chen.

He has killed countless women who were infatuated with him over time.

Should we trust him one more time?

"All done." Zhang Chen emerged from the room, sweating profusely. "Here you go, your spicy medium-rare."

Tu Shan Han Su knew that Zhang Chen was using salad dressing as a substitute, only adding a little yang energy to it, and was too lazy to say anything, just staring at him coldly.

Zhang Chen wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her tail. "I really tried my best."

"Here, take my tail." Miss Fox took a small bite with the salad dressing, but it wasn't tasty.

"Your tail has just grown out, it's not easy to wash, is it?"

"Now you're concerned about my tail? I was washing my hair until I was exhausted yesterday, and you didn't care about me at all!" Tu Shan Han Su sneered.

"I was wrong," Zhang Chen said honestly. "I'll be more careful next time."

"Then hurry up."

Zhang Chen took a deep breath and acted according to Tu Shan Han Su's instructions.

To be honest, he had been craving this tail for a long time, and he held it in his arms and sniffed it for a while before starting to work.

The atmosphere in the room became ambiguous.

Zhang Chen thought that there are always people in the world who love someone so much that they want to mold that person into someone who loves them enough.

This was true for cats, and it was also true for foxes. Although it was unintentional, Zhang Chen succeeded every time.

"A poisonous weed blooms with alluring flowers; you want to harm me, yet you always say you love me."

Tu Shan Han Su suddenly spoke, her tone calm, as if to pull Zhang Chen back two thousand years.

"You weren't strong at all back then. You were at a crucial stage of your cultivation. You couldn't overuse your yang energy for ten years. In the last few years, you couldn't even do heavy work. Apart from Qinghe secretly helping and taking care of you, you had trouble even with your daily food and clothing."

"But I don't understand. Your plan was so successful that it made me forget that I'm a fox. I still like asking you to take me to the Temple of the Old Man Under the Moon to buy glutinous rice cakes on rainy days."

""

"Paper umbrellas used to be very expensive. I didn't like wearing raincoats, and I even told you not to wear raincoats either. I liked to carry pretty umbrellas, so you used your last bit of money to buy me one."

"You held it up and took me to the Temple of the Old Man Under the Moon on a rainy day, and not a drop of rain could get in. I felt that the umbrella was so big, so very big."

"Years later, you died in Tushan. I killed you with my own hands."

Tu Shan Han Su lowered her eyes. "I went back to your residence, found that paper umbrella, and waited for a rainy day. Then I walked towards the Temple of the Old Man Under the Moon with the umbrella."

"I just realized that the paper umbrella can only barely cover one person. It turns out that the umbrella is actually very small, but you have always protected me."

""

"Zhang Chen, were you lying to me back then, or did you ever truly care for me?"

Zhang Chen paused, realizing that Tu Shan Han Su was referring to the original timeline.

Based on Zhang Chen's understanding of him, after spending several years together, he had definitely developed feelings for her, but he didn't know how much of that was just an act.

"Take a walk, feel the breeze, watch the sunset."

Zhang Chen murmured, "Before I met you, these were called walking, wind, and darkness."

Miss Fox's tail softened a little.

"Stop doing that," Tu Shan Han Su said. "The power to distort spacetime is ultimately limited, and the harm it causes is immeasurable."

"Would that make you happy?"

"...Hmm." Tu Shan Han Su opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, then sighed and nodded.

Miss Fox isn't as arrogant as Cat; she's happy when she should be, but she likes to say one thing and mean another.

"Then I'll do it," Zhang Chen said.

"The pancakes are getting cold." Tu Shan Han Su changed the subject, glancing down at them. "They're almost done, any more and they'll be fully cooked."

Zhang Chen then stopped.

The aloof fox girl dipped a piece of pastry in sauce and took a bite, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her light blue eyes.

"If my tail grows out, you'll be the one suffering."

"That tail is so beautiful!" Zhang Chen exclaimed. "I love it!"

"If it weren't for these tails blocking the way, you would never have been able to aim properly, otherwise I would have lost my virginity long ago. You should hate these tails the most."

Zhang Chen listened without arguing, since it was Miss Fox's hobby anyway, so he let her have her way.

"Tsk, why is it so spicy today? I didn't even taste it at first bite, and the more I eat, the more nauseous I feel..." Tu Shan Han Su stuck out her little tongue, her face turning red from the spiciness.

After all, this trip back in time took ten years to accumulate.

Zhang Chen hadn't considered this point and forgot to remind him, but he was too embarrassed to say it aloud.

"Hurry up and get me some water from the fridge!" The fox kicked him. He wasn't wearing shoes or socks, looking like a little pudding.

"I want water! Not rice wine! That wine is too spicy, are you crazy?!"

"Uh, I thought you were used to drinking that." Zhang Chen searched the refrigerator for a long time before finally finding a bottle of purified water.

Tu Shan Han Su gulped down water and calmed down for a while. Although she felt terrible, she still finished the pastries and fish cakes that Zhang Chen had brought home.

Zhang Chen suspected that she was actually overjoyed, but was just trying to distract him by deliberately saying it was spicy.

At least what Zhang Chen saw was that two out of the three tails were wagging, like a puppy.

Ultimately, there's not much difference between a fox and a puppy; otherwise, they wouldn't have waited for centuries upon centuries.

"Knock knock".

There was a knock on the courtyard gate.

The boss of the rats pushed the door open from the outside, and Zhang Chen saw that it was the owner of the fast food restaurant across the street, helping his elderly father in.

"Oh dear, Xiao Chen! Please help me check on my father. He was perfectly fine a few years ago, right after my mother passed away, but lately he's suddenly possessed!"

"How did you get possessed?" Zhang Chen asked.

"He bought a huge pile of paper money for the dead, and it's almost overflowing the house. He folded a bunch of scary paper figures, paper knives, paper guns, and paper cannons! He doesn't eat or sleep every day, and those paper figures he folded are really creepy at night! The neighbors have complained about it!" the boss said anxiously.

"Yesterday I almost gave the elderly neighbor who got up at night a heart attack. Luckily, he was taken to the hospital in time."

"I've told him not to do that, I've said it so many times, but he just won't listen!"

Tu Shan Han Su gave up the main seat to Zhang Chen. When there were outsiders present, she was willing to play the role of a pampered wife, sitting on a small stool and watching him.

Zhang Chen looked at the old man with unfocused eyes, as if he had Alzheimer's disease.

"Did you ask him why he did it this way?" he asked the boss.

"Huh? Well... I didn't ask. Isn't it obvious at a glance that he's possessed?"

"No." Zhang Chen shook his head. "The fact that you brought him here proves that fate brought you together; it's all inseparable from love."

"Grandpa, who are you folding paper figures and paper knives for?" Zhang Chen asked in a low voice, speaking in the Ning'an dialect, which the old man could understand.

Upon hearing this, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, and he replied tremblingly, "I dreamed about her. She said she was being bullied underground."

"I want to burn some paper figures and weapons for her, so they can protect her..."

The boss and Tu Shan Han Su were both taken aback.

"Well, she won't be bullied. Go and pray under that tree. You'll meet again in your next life," Zhang Chen said.

After saying this, the old man was helped to his feet and knelt down under the bitter love tree.

The caterpillars on the tree had grown into butterflies, which lingered briefly on the old man's pale hair.

The old man seemed to sense something and called out his wife's name.

A few breaths later, the crowd dispersed.

The night should have remained peaceful.

But suddenly the squeaking of the mice in the yard became louder, and Little Gold also started barking wildly.

Tu Shan Han Su acted out of character, her eyes narrowing instantly. She used her tail to curl Zhang Chen onto the bench and sat in the main seat.

Zhang Chen was still confused when a smiling man with green hair walked in. His hair was not exactly green, but looked like he was wearing a pot of green ivy on his head, and he was wearing glasses made of tree branches.

He clapped his hands, his smile kind.

"Lord Nine-Tailed Fox, you gardener are truly exceptionally perceptive. You saw right through the old man's heartache at a glance. Excellent, excellent!"

"To be honest, that old man even came to my temple to offer incense, but I couldn't see through his heartache and didn't know how to deal with it."

"Kui Di, how dare you show up here like this? Aren't you afraid the company will cause you trouble?" Tu Shan Han Su's expression was indifferent, and she didn't listen to what the other party said.

"I'm not here to cause trouble," Quai quickly waved his hand and took out a roll of drawing paper from his sleeve.

"I'm here to return it to its rightful owner."

As the drawing paper was unfolded, Tu Shan Han Su suddenly froze in shock.

The painting on the paper depicts Zhang Chen single-handedly blocking out ten thousand demons and protecting Ning An. Every stroke of ink is imbued with an extremely strong yang energy.

In addition to yang energy, it also has a profound sense of time and space.

Even a glance at this painting will refresh the mind and spirit; if one hangs it at home and appreciates it year after year, it is normal for it to prolong life.

Some people with exceptional talent can even directly attain cultivation, while animals can directly become spirits.

Kui Di placed the painting on the table, saying, "Entrusted to someone three hundred years ago, it is now returned to its rightful owner."

Tu Shan Han Su glanced at Zhang Chen subconsciously, "Where did you come from?"

"Didn't Lord Kurama see the fireworks from the sky tonight?"

Quidi then took out another burnt sonar, "The company is really willing to spend a lot of money. More than a hundred of these little things are enough to suppress our cultivation levels to the lowest possible level."

"Ning'an has recently attracted a large number of monsters. If the sonar is really activated, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Tsk." Tu Shan Hansu clicked his tongue. "Who did this?"

"Chen Tianhe of the Northern School," said Emperor Kui.

"I want his life." A cold glint flashed in Miss Fox's eyes.

"Calm down, calm down. If they really commit murder, the initiative is in their hands!"

"I have to come and give you a heads-up. Although Chen Tianhe fled Ning'an overnight, he leaked the news that Chunyang Daoist was hiding in Ning'an," Kui Di said.

"How could I not know whether he is here or not?" Tu Shan Han Su retorted.

"Lord Nine-Tailed Fox, you don't know this, the company just wants to cause some trouble for the person who ruined the sonar tonight."

""

Quidi sighed and chuckled, "So, during this time, I'm afraid quite a few demons and monsters will come to bother you. Lord Nine-Tailed Fox will be quite busy."

"Hmm, thank you." Tu Shan Han Su frowned.

"You're welcome." Quaid smiled and clasped his hands in a salute. He took two steps out of the courtyard and also bowed under the Bitter Love Tree.

"The Bitter Love Tree, indeed, it is right for it to bloom in ordinary homes!" Quai sighed.

Zhang Chen looked at him and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, Quidi knelt down on one knee again, facing him. The smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a serious expression. "My lord," he said, "I have not failed in my mission and have brought you the painting."

Zhang Chen nodded instinctively.

Kui Di smiled, then turned into a wisp of green smoke and soared into the sky.

"Do you know him?" Tu Shan Han Su noticed something amiss and grabbed Zhang Chen, questioning him.

"I don't know him," Zhang Chen shook his head. "He might have seen me before."

"Mianmian saw you three hundred years ago, and this Kui tree saw you too? Very well, Zhang Chen, you saw so many people three hundred years ago, but not me?!"

"I don't know..." Zhang Chen raised his hands in surrender, "Baby, I love you."

"Get out." Tu Shan Han Su slapped away his lips as he tried to kiss her. "Hang up the painting."

She paused, then added, "Please tell Qinghe thank you for me."

"Who?"

"You know her better than I do." Miss Fox glanced at him sideways. "Judging by the time, she should have been reincarnated by now. Give her back her child, you hear me?"

"?"

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"Are you suggesting I cheat on my wife?" Zhang Chen asked, bewildered.

"Have you ever been on the tracks? What difference does it make whether you get off or not? And I'm referring to giving her one of our children, do you think it's like asking you to sleep with someone else?"

"Dream on."

"So when are we going to start?" Zhang Chen asked, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

When Miss Fox was asked the question, her usually aloof expression softened slightly.

According to the original plan, we should start trying to conceive at the latest the year after next.

After giving birth, she will return to Tushan and die in the coffin that has already been prepared.

But now, someone has started to make underhanded moves.

"We'll see." Tu Shan Hansu didn't completely rule out the possibility. "You heard what Kui Shu said. You need to protect me these next few days."

"Sure, I'll protect you as long as it takes."

"Zhang Chen, from now on I'll only consider the other memory as real," Tu Shan Han Su added. "We're married, aren't we?"

"Um.

""

"But you still made me suffer for two thousand years."

"Wait for me, I'll walk through these two thousand years with you again."

"I hope so." Miss Fox turned and went upstairs. "Come and help me wash my tail."

The lights on the second floor came on, and soon after, soft moans and gasps could be heard.

Xu Mianmian was woken up by the noise. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Senior Sanhua and Little Jin were both awake and looked listless.

They simply gathered by the pond and, taking advantage of the night breeze, chatted with the carp who hardly ever slept.

Many land-dwelling yokai enjoy chatting with aquatic yokai because their perspectives are different, allowing them to discuss a wide range of topics.

The eldest mouse was playing Jenga with several little mice, stacking them up to three meters high, before heading to pick fruit from the bitter love tree.

These fruits will be moved to the guild hall to make use of the small bittersweet tree.

As the noise from the second floor gradually subsided, the electric mouse jolted awake and cut off the power to the matchmaking agency, the old light bulb slowly going out...

The eldest mouse held up "The Tale of Yan Chen" and told the newborn little mouse a bedtime story, while Mianmian and Sanhua listened at the entrance of the mouse hole.

The moon sets and the sun rises, the sun sets and the moon rises, repeating this cycle several times in a row.

Zhang Chen and Miss Fox stayed in bed for several days without moving. Zhang Chen relied solely on Yang energy to prolong his life, while Tu Shan Han Su relied solely on him to prolong her life.

After several near misses, Zhang Chen realized that Miss Fox wasn't lying; having a tail really wasn't very convenient.

The monster's tail has a conditioned reflex; when it's sensitive, it swings uncontrollably and can't be aimed at at all.

It wasn't until Tu Shan Han Su's throat became inflamed and she had a persistent dry cough that Zhang Chen came out of seclusion to get her some medicine.

It turns out that even monsters who eat "heaty" foods can get sick and cough.

It's nothing.

There are only two things in the world that cannot be hidden: a cough and love.

Miss Fox is coughing, which proves that Miss Fox loves him.

As Zhang Chen thought to himself, as soon as he stepped outside, the cats, dogs, and rabbits in the yard looked at him with strange eyes.

"What are you looking at? It's normal for a shut-in to stay at home, right?"

The monsters nodded.

The sound of Tu Shan Han Su vomiting and coughing could be heard from the second floor.

The monsters shook their heads.

"You don't understand. I couldn't vent my frustrations for ten years after traveling back in time, which was inevitable."

"My lord," Xu Mianmian said, perking up her furry ears, "we haven't received any guests these past few days."

"The club is already taking on some of the workload," Zhang Chen said. "We can relax and just take the big orders."

"There's one more thing." Rabbit perked up her other ear. "Shuyao and Jiang Rou brought their older sister to see you, but you're always all lovey-dovey with Hansu."

"Super loud."

"They would listen for hours each time before going back, and they would also use the toilet and drink a lot of beverages from the refrigerator."

"...Why did you let them in? Didn't I say I wouldn't see them?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Meow~" The calico cat pointed at the eldest mouse, who was dozing off by the door.

It means that the boss rat, who was in charge of guarding the gate, accepted several boxes of snacks and then let the two girls in.

Zhang Chen walked over and kicked it, and the fat rat squeaked in pain.

"Squeak! You're going to get me pregnant sooner or later anyway! Why don't you come inside and see what's wrong with that!" the eldest rat protested.

"Am I that kind of person?" Zhang Chen kicked him again. "I'll deduct a month's salary, and all your illegal gains will be confiscated."

"Squeak squeak..." The eldest rat was on the verge of tears and rolled on the ground.

Zhang Chen ignored it, picked up a leaf from the bitter love tree, ground it into powder, added some of his yang energy to make water, and instructed Sanhua to make Tushan Hansu drink it on time.

He then strode towards the school; his university life had to continue.

Today is the day Xixi-chan returns.

On the way, Zhang Chen suddenly felt a chill run down his spine as he encountered a woman with no body temperature.

I scanned it with the cheat software and found it was a small zombie.

She still headed towards his matchmaking agency.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Chen decided to let Rat Boss gain experience; this zombie only had a hundred years of cultivation.

The Rat Boss's cultivation level is almost five hundred years old. He's usually very arrogant, but if it really comes down to a fight, even the Kui Emperor who came a few days ago might not be able to defeat him.

What a bunch of random guys have come!

It would be good if more came, to send him pollen.

Inside a shopping mall near Nanjing University.

"Master, how's the matter I asked you to do going?" Chen Jun asked with a fawning smile.

"Don't worry, it's just bad feng shui, right? You want to cut off his love luck, right? I've already sent out my strongest Yin Sha Corpse, which was created by an old eunuch who absorbed dragon energy a hundred years ago. Wherever it passes, all romantic relationships will be cut off! Men will turn into women!"

The old Taoist priest had an unfathomable expression on his face. "Little devil, how much do you hate that boy that you want to destroy all his romantic prospects?"

"The hatred of having one's wife stolen is irreconcilable," Chen Jun said, slamming his fist on the table.

The thought of all the expensive parties he'd hosted these past few days, even inviting the media, all in an effort to put aside past grievances and promote Xiao Shuyao's new book, only to be stood up each time...

He was filled with rage.

When asked, he always said he was too busy; when investigated, he would go to the matchmaking agency and stay there for half a day, sometimes even going with Jiang Rou, and sometimes even bringing Su Qinghe along!

Tolerable or unbearable!

"The hatred of having my wife stolen..." the old Taoist priest murmured. Just as he was about to say something, the words caught in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering Chen Jun all over.

He seemed to have seen something he shouldn't have seen; an eyeball popped out of its socket and rolled to the ground.

Chen Jun stared in disbelief. "Taoist Master? What are you...?"

"It's over...it's over!"

The old Taoist priest convulsed, gripping Chen Jun's collar tightly. "Give me back my Yin Sha Corpse! How could there be a great demon in that wretched place?"

"Rat Demon King..."

"A rat?" Chen Jun asked, bewildered.

"It cleaved my zombie elbow in two with a single elbow strike! Kid! You're deliberately messing with me, aren't you?! It's all over now!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the door to the private room was kicked open, and a group of plainclothes employees rushed in, handcuffed the old Taoist priest, and quickly took him away from the scene.

"The corpse-transporting people from western Hunan have arrived. This is troublesome."

Then, a girl with a high ponytail strolled into the private room. Seeing Chen Jun's blood-covered face, she asked in confusion, "From Beijing?"

Still in shock, Chen Jun was struck by the girl's stunning beauty upon seeing her, and stammered, "Yes, I'm from the Chen family in Beijing. My name is Chen Jun... I don't know who you are, beautiful lady..."

"I don't care about the Beijing area. If you've offended anyone, you can fend for yourself." The girl snorted coldly, completely unconcerned about his status as a rich young master from the Beijing area.

Ignored, Chen Jun, in a daze, touched the blood all over his body and saw the eyeball on the ground, his expression gradually losing control.

Just then, the girl with the high ponytail turned back for some reason. Chen Jun quickly wiped his face with a tissue and looked at the girl, whose beauty he had never seen before: "Uh, that was my friend. I don't know what happened..."

"You talk too much nonsense." The girl with the high ponytail pulled out a bill and threw it at him. "The Chen family, right? Your family hasn't paid yet. It's two billion. Coming to Ning'an isn't free."

"Huh? How many billions?" Chen Jun was stunned.

"See for yourself, don't interrupt my date."

The girl with the high ponytail strode away again.

As Shen Nianxi walked out of the shopping mall, she picked up her phone and saw someone already waiting for her across the street.

She told herself to restrain herself; it was only a few weeks since they last saw each other.

But she couldn't control her dantian.

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