I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

What Jiang Ke'er didn't expect was that a shadow that had previously made her curious was already waiting here.

"Little reporter?" The members of the Bagpipe Team were very surprised to see each other.

"Wei Ning, come in." But Si Lian just sighed softly and invited the other party into the house familiarly.

"So you two know each other?" Jiang Ke'er asked in surprise.

"Yeah," Si Lian quickly grabbed Wei Ning's hand and pulled him into the house.

Wei Ning took off his large hood, revealing his thin face, and grinned at Si Lian: "Long time no see, Aunt Si Lian."

"It's been a long time indeed," Si Lian said with emotion, "I never thought you would become a reporter and make trouble so boldly. Are you trying to save your life?"

"We can't let the media only broadcast the voice of the human race," Wei Ning said firmly, "This is my goal."

"You're courting death. Your methods are a bit too extreme," Si Lian reprimanded with a slight frown.

Wei Ning scratched his head and changed the subject: "Aunt Si Lian, why is your voice so hoarse..."

"Nothing much," Si Lian shook her head. "By the way, you guys should get to know each other. I'm going to go smoke some cigarettes and think about something."

"You're still smoking even though your throat is in such a condition," Jiang Ke'er frowned.

"Just a few bites." Si Lian walked quickly to the window.

Wei Ning was not as sharp as he was when he asked the question. Facing Jiang Ke'er's curious gaze, he looked a little shy.

Although there are few boys who would not be shy under Jiang Ke'er's gaze...but Wei Ning's shyness is obviously due to his personality, and he is a little afraid of strangers.

"Hello, I guess we don't need to introduce our names," Jiang Ke'er smiled, "Your name is Wei Ning? I'm curious about how you got into the group of reporters... Are you a demon or a human?"

"Hey," Wei Ning smiled mysteriously and gently lifted the hair on the side of his face.

If it were a human, there should be two ears there, but there is nothing there.

In other words, Wei Ning is a demon?

Is it a demon race like Si Lian who has achieved perfect or semi-perfect transformation?

Just as Jiang Ke'er was puzzled, Wei Ning lowered his head and pushed aside the hair on top of his head.

He removed two pieces of fake hair, revealing two pierced ears and two huge scars.

"When I was little, I didn't know better, so I cut off my ears~" Wei Ning said in a relaxed tone.

Jiang Keer's face froze.

She remembered what Si Lian said when she first asked her to join the team - she had witnessed with her own eyes the children of the demon tribe cutting off their ears and tails because of inferiority complex.

Perhaps that is the source of her determination to lead the bagpipe troupe to where it is today, at all costs.

That's not a made-up story.

"It's not a big deal, actually," Wei Ning said with a smile, "We can just disguise ourselves as humans and infiltrate some places that are hard for the demons to enter. Those human cultivators are lazy and won't bother to check our features. After all, there are very few demon races that can achieve complete transformation... and those races are gifted and powerful, they won't be as weak as me who can't even enter the Three Talents Realm."

He seemed optimistic, but Jiang Ke'er felt uncomfortable just thinking about the bitterness behind it.

Most of the monsters in this world are not as lucky as her.

Jiang Keer touched her ears and could feel the dense tactile nerves on them with just a light touch.

"That must be so painful," Jiang Ke'er imagined and whispered through gritted teeth.

Seeing Jiang Ke'er's low mood, Wei Ning hurriedly said anxiously: "It's really nothing, it only hurt for a short while... Many friends I know had their ears and tails cut off by their parents when they were just born, and they are all living well now. For us, this is a common and trivial matter, just like a gecko cutting off its tail."

If a gecko were still on Earth, it would simply laugh off the broken tail as a strange phenomenon.

But if you think about it carefully...it is such a helpless choice.

The weak always have to pay a higher price for survival.

"Why did you come to us? Aren't you afraid of being exposed?" Si Lian sat back at the table, "There are spies everywhere around here."

"Actually, I have something to ask of you," Wei Ning said with a guilty look on his face, "It's about my sister. I'm sorry... I know you're under a lot of pressure, but I really can't find anyone else to help."

"What's the matter? What happened to Xiaoyun?" Si Lian frowned.

"The emperor was choosing a new concubine, and Xiaoyun was taken away because she was beautiful, and was mistaken for a human," Wei Ning gritted his teeth. "If Xiaoyun was really a human, it wouldn't be too troublesome... But Xiaoyun also cut off her ears, but after all, she is different from a real human. Once discovered, I'm afraid she will die."

(1/2)

(The prize distribution has already begun, and the winners will be announced tonight.)

66. Scar

Since ancient times, Jiangdu has had a good climate, which is good for raising people and beautiful women, so Jiangdu is always given priority when selecting concubines in the palace.

But the means may not be so glorious.

Since Emperor Jing ascended the throne, his domineering style has been faithfully implemented by the court. If they want something, they will use force instead of spending money.

When encountering resistance, they just say "All under heaven belongs to the king". Under the suppression of such rogue logic, no matter how reasonable you are, you won't be able to explain yourself.

So Wei Yun was arrested like this, and by the time the young reporter Wei Ning learned the news, it was too late.

"Things are not too bad. After all, Xiaoyun is a candidate for the imperial concubine, and those rubbish officials dare not offend her too much." Wei Ning said, "The imperial concubine selection will have to wait for another month. It will be held after the Shenzhou Cup competition. At that time, the comprehensive qualities of the recommended women will be tested. Simply being pretty is not enough... We also have to consider their etiquette and character. I believe Xiaoyun, she will definitely not pass any of the tests."

"..."

You really trust your sister enough.

"There will be no punishment if she fails to get through. Xiaoyun can return to her normal life by then," Wei Ning said. "I'm just worried that her identity will be exposed, and she might be killed..."

"I understand," Si Lian nodded, "Do you want us to kidnap Xiaoyun back as soon as possible?"

“No, no, no!” Wei Ning hurriedly shook his head. “Kidnapping a candidate concubine is a serious crime! If those rubbish officials know Xiaoyun’s identity, not only Xiaoyun and I, but also our relatives and friends around us will not be able to escape!”

“So you want to…” Si Lian was puzzled.

"Aunt Lian, you've traveled a lot, so I'm afraid you know something about disguise," Wei Ning said with a stammer, a little embarrassed. "I hope you can help Xiaoyun conceal her identity through advanced disguise, and everything will be solved naturally after the talent show... I'm sorry, I know this is difficult and will put you at risk, but I really can't think of any other way. You're the only strong person I know."

"It's okay," Si Lian smiled, "These are all small matters. No problem, I'll go there myself tonight."

"Thank you so much!" Wei Ning's eyes turned red with excitement.

The arrival of young reporter Wei Ning was just a small episode in the Shenzhou Cup, but Jiang Keer could never forget the scar on Wei Ning's head.

The hideous scar always made her subconsciously imagine the blood spurting out when it was cut, and the pain of sawing off the cartilage.

What kind of desperation would make one so determined to cut off his own fragile ears and tail with his own hands... All of this was not as easy as Wei Ning said.

At night, Jiang Keer dreamed that she was Si Lian, standing on a path in the field full of golden flowers, the sun was shining brightly.

Suddenly, a stream of blood splashed on his face.

Among the wild flowers, a boy about five or six years old was facing the mirror, holding a pair of scissors, and carefully cutting along the base of his ears.

He clenched his teeth, tears glistening in his eyes, but he looked at his bald, bloody head in the mirror and laughed. Blood flowed down his forehead and onto his chin.

"That's great. I'm not a beast anymore. No one will call me a beast anymore..."

Then Jiang Keer was frightened awake.

She felt like there was a heavy stone weighing several pounds in her chest.

She left the system space, returned to the real world, opened the door of the room and wanted to go out for some fresh air.

Coincidentally, Si Lian was also here, smoking a cigarette and blowing smoke into the moonlight.

It was snowing, and the snowflakes covered Si Lian's smoke, so the air was still fresh.

Jiang Ke'er stuck her head into the snow, breathing greedily, letting the cold snowflakes hit her throat.

"Can't sleep?" Si Lian said with a smile.

Jiang Ke'er nodded, stood beside Si Lian, leaned on the railing, her eyes blurred.

Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "A lot?"

"A lot," Si Lian nodded, "much more than you think."

Jiang Ke'er felt as if a knife was digging into the flesh of her heart.

Si Lian knew that what Jiang Ke'er was asking was "Are there many monsters like Wei Ning?" She could see that Jiang Ke'er had been worried about Wei Ning's arrival the whole afternoon.

Her answer was so real that Jiang Keer didn't dare to listen.

Jiang Ke'er held the railing tightly.

I always thought that what I had seen was dark and cruel enough, but this world can always refresh my views.

"It's just as Wei Ning said, it's no big deal," Si Lian said softly, "Many demon parents will choose to remove their demon characteristics when their children are just born to gain a bright future for their children. Just like the realm slaves who choose to live in the beginner realm, the number of them is far more than you can imagine."

As he spoke, Si Lian raised his hand and pointed to a small house not far away.

Late at night, two hurried shadows with their heads down, penetrated the winter wind and snow, and knocked on the door of a house.

The door of the house slowly opened a crack. With the faint candlelight coming through the crack, Jiang Ke'er saw a young couple, holding a swaddled baby with haggard faces.

Seeing the baby in the arms of the man and woman, the residents of the house immediately understood what was going on and immediately invited the young man and woman into the house.

Soon, the residents drew their thick curtains, and Jiang Keer could still sense the faint fluctuations of the soundproofing formation.

After a while, the young man and woman walked out of the house. The baby in the cradle was still sleeping soundly, but there was a circle of red gauze wrapped around his head.

Jiang Ke'er opened her mouth in shock.

What shocked her even more was that the house soon welcomed new customers. In just half an hour, three or four pairs of men and women with children came into the house.

They came in a hurry and left in a hurry, and the heavy snow soon covered the traces of their footsteps.

Only the small house was left with people coming in and out in an endless stream.

This humble little house is as efficient as an assembly line.

But when they walked out of the house, the eyes of those young parents did not show the pain that Jiang Keer had imagined. Instead, they were shining with hope that made her feel cold.

It's not that she hadn't thought about destroying this den of evil, but when she saw those parents with relief and hope on their faces, she couldn't take another step forward. Only two lines of uncontrollable tears blurred her vision.

In the eyes of those parents, just like Wei Ning back then, what they sent in were "beasts" and what came out were "primates".

"There are small clinics like this in every city," Si Lian said, "Although both tribes have issued clear bans on this kind of behavior and are working hard to eradicate it... but if the fundamental problem is not solved, there will never be a chance to completely eradicate it."

"And most of the demons choose to ignore this problem," Si Lian put his hand on Jiang Ke'er's shoulder, "because facing it is more painful than facing an immortal."

The heavy snow hit Jiang Keer's hair with a patter.

After a long while, she suddenly wiped her face and said, "That's it!"

"Why?" Si Lian looked at her.

"Because I'm here!"

(2/2)

67. Betrayal

Looking at the confidence and determination on Jiang Keer's little face, Si Lian burst out laughing, her body shaking with laughter.

But that smile was full of nostalgia and bitterness - she had seen too many naive young people like this.

The owners of the dozens of badges in her pocket had all made the same vow as Jiang Keer, and all had brilliant talents.

Jiang Ke'er, what's the difference...

The laughter was drowned in the heavy snow. She bent down and hugged Jiang Keer.

Si Lian whispered, "I'm counting on you to take care of the bagpipe team."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Ke'er felt a little uneasy.

"I'm going to be gone for a while, but I'll keep an eye on you guys."

Si Lian stood up and put on a white fur-collared coat.

Jiang Ke'er's thoughts raced as she pondered the reason why Si Lian left.

"The main purpose of the competition is to protect yourself. Remember not to show off your strength." Si Lian said in a hoarse voice, "This is the thing I am most worried about... Also, I will be away for the next few days. Without the protection of the Venerable, you must be careful."

"Don't worry, but..." Jiang Ke'er stretched out her hand unwillingly.

But before Jiang Ke'er could react, Si Lian had already leaped out and disappeared into the hazy snowy night.

Jiang Ke'er's hands just grabbed a few snowflakes in vain.