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

This is a familiar location...

"Okay then." As soon as her face rested on the pillow, Jiang Ke'er was enveloped by sleepiness and completely lost the ability to think, "Hmm..."

Qiao Qianxue sighed distressedly, watching Jiang Keer's eyes with thick eyelashes slowly close and narrow into slits in the haziness, and fatigue gradually emerged on her face.

The sudden decrease in spiritual strength will definitely make it easier to feel tired.

She must be exhausted today.

The sky gradually darkened. The small charcoal stove in the middle of the house crackled and the low hum of cold wind came through the window.

Jiang Ke'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, her body unconsciously wrapped tightly in the quilt, and she shivered as she leaned towards the person next to her.

Qiao Qianxue...or rather Qiao Xiaoxian glanced out the window and raised her hand slightly, and the disturbing whimpering sound of the wind outside the window subsided.

The uneasiness on Jiang Keer's face also disappeared. She didn't know what she dreamed about, but a hint of stubbornness appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Hmph... Cricket Qiao Xiaoxian..." Jiang Ke'er mumbled in her sleep, and suddenly hugged Qiao Xiaoxian's thigh, muttering as if claiming territory: "So what if you are the God Emperor... I will marry you in this life..."

"..."

A faint warmth flowed through her heart, and Qiao Xiaoxian smiled. It was a pity that no one saw this charming smile when the iceberg melted.

"what!!!"

Unexpectedly, the good times didn't last long. Jiang Ke'er suddenly screamed and sat up in cold sweat.

"What's wrong?" She asked hurriedly with concern, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Ke'er nodded vigorously at first, but then shook her head.

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that I married the Divine Emperor Qiao Xiaoxian," Jiang Ke'er said with messy hair, and a hint of happy memories on her face, "We will announce our marriage soon..."

"Isn't that great?"

"It was fine," Jiang Ke'er shuddered in fear when she said this, "But on the day of the wedding, I lifted her red veil... I saw... I saw..."

"What did you see?" Qiao Xiaoxian felt a little curious.

Jiang Ke'er sniffed, swallowed her saliva in grievance, and then said:

"...eight-pack abs!"

Jiang Ke'er was obviously still frightened. Tears of fear flashed in her eyes and she hugged Qiao Xiaoxian's arm in shock.

Qiao Xiaoxian's mouth twitched: "She put the veil on her belly?"

"No," Jiang Ke'er shook her head repeatedly, her expression becoming even more horrified, "I have eight abdominal muscles on my face!"

"..."

What kind of bad impression did I leave on Jiang Ke'er? To the point that Jiang Ke'er would have such a weird nightmare in her subconscious?

"Although, no matter what Qiao Xiaoxian looks like, I will marry her," Jiang Ke'er said in a very aggrieved voice, "I will still like her even if she has eight abdominal muscles on her face, but I may need a little time to accept it. After all, this scene is a bit sudden, and I haven't yet."

"..."

"Sister Qianxue, what about you?" Jiang Ke'er blinked weakly and looked at Qiao Qianxue, "If Jiang Ke'er had eight abdominal muscles on her face, would you still like her?"

"..." Qiao Xiaoxian could only cover her face with a headache as she thought of Jiang Ke'er's impression of her. In the end, she gave up on herself and said fiercely:

"Me too!"

Anyway, in Jiang Keer's fantasy, she has no image at all.

Vomiting blood.

"Ah ha, Sister Qianxue is indeed a fellow traveler~"

Jiang Ke'er became excited, clenched her fists with full energy, and said to Qiao Qianxue, "I wish you can marry Jiang Ke'er soon!"

"I also wish you to marry Qiao Xiaoxian soon."

"…It's marry!" Jiang Ke'er corrected.

"Marry, marry, marry."

"Yeah!" Jiang Ke'er nodded vigorously, "For our dream! Let's work hard together!"

"Come on~"

The charcoal fire reflected Jiang Keer's slightly red face.

It was a harmonious and warm night that passed the review.

The atmosphere is a bit like a patient chat room.

...Anyway, after this night, Jiang Keer's affection for this older sister who shared the same suffering as her increased a lot.

Around midnight, Jiang Ke'er continued to sleep in a drowsy state.

This time she had a good dream.

She dreamed that she and Qiao Xiaoxian retired to the countryside, and she made a simple but nutritious breakfast to start the day.

The two daughters held bread in their mouths, put on their schoolbags, and trotted to school.

They don't know their parents' past, they think their family is ordinary or even a little poor...

Under the statue on the street, the tour guide was singing praises to the God-Emperor.

On the big screen across the street, a black-and-white advertisement flashed by: Recruiting Black and White Impermanence, monthly salary 4444 billion ghost yuan, including four insurances and four funds, including an urn, those who are interested in the interview please jump off a cliff, contact Mengpo of the Ghost Affairs Department, the Ghost Affairs Department’s phone number is 4444…

She woke up at this point in her dream.

Although it was a strange dream, it unexpectedly made me look forward to it. I hope to see that day soon.

So Jiang Keer stretched out her body suddenly and kicked her legs with full energy.

"Let's go! Target... Divine Emperor Qiao Xiaoxian!"

(1/2)

11. Travel to Sichuan

Although having long hair looks pleasing to the eye, it comes at too great a cost.

Let’s not talk about the hair in the bathhouse that blocked the sewer like a Cthulhu creature, the heart-wrenching pain when the elbow accidentally pressed the hair when getting up, the sticky feeling like a rag sticking to the face when it rained, the annoyance of the bangs hanging down when looking at the key moments, the disgusting feeling of the blood splattered on the body when killing people, the money-burning speed of shampoo consumption ten times faster than others, and the madness of the hair falling into the soup when drinking soup...

For now, let’s just talk about the issue of hair getting tangled when waking up early.

During the years as an ancient god, because no one helped to take care of her hair, Jiang Ke'er had to use the power of the ancient god to casually comb her hair every time to prevent it from getting dirty or tangled.

But now that we can’t use the power of the ancient gods, things are getting tricky.

She sat in front of the dressing mirror, staring blankly at her messy hair in the mirror, and her whole body began to be shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

Combing my hair and untangling it only to see the knots, it's annoying just thinking about it...

What's more, she is the type who is not very honest when sleeping.

Not only do my hands and feet move around when I sleep, but I also roll around like a maggot, so that my hair becomes a terrible mess every time I wake up.

"Ruined."

Jiang Ke'er looked at the messy hair in despair, not knowing where to start.

Finally, she made up her mind and took out a pair of scissors.

"stop!"

Just as the scissors were about to fall, a bare hand grabbed Jiang Keer's wrist.

"I'll help you."

Qiao Qianxue seemed to see through the source of Jiang Keer's distress in an instant. She stood behind Jiang Keer, lowered her head, and began to carefully help her comb her hair.

With her skillful and delicate technique, Jiang Keer's hair soon became as smooth as satin, and even a wooden comb could easily slide from head to tail.

Then, she deftly braided the hair on both sides of Jiang Keer's ears and gathered them together behind her head, forming an exquisite headdress like a wreath.

"Amazing!" Jiang Ke'er looked at the mirror with admiration.

"Lazy guy, come to me when you need to take care of your hair in the future. Don't just cut it because it's too much trouble." Qiao Qianxue's helpless voice came from under the curtain.

"Then why are you embarrassed..."

Jiang Ke'er wanted to be polite, but at this time there was a knock on the door.

"Sir! I'm here to serve you breakfast!"

"Please come in, the door is not locked." Qiao Qianxue said calmly.

Knowing Qiao Qianxue's true identity, the shopkeeper naturally did not dare to neglect her.

He specifically asked the chef to use his culinary skills to the utmost to prepare a sumptuous breakfast, and then brought it over personally.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw His Majesty the God Emperor helping the little monster with his hair, and he was so scared that the plate in his hand almost fell to the ground.

The God Emperor... personally combs this guy's hair?

Who is this little girl?

"Thank you," Jiang Ke'er grabbed a bun and took a bite while Qiao Qianxue was busy combing her hair.

"Hey! Not bad!" Jiang Ke'er looked at the bun stuffing in the small gap in surprise, "Bun stuffed with ham and dried abalone, did you win the lottery, boss? This bun is worth ten times your rent!"

The shopkeeper didn't expect Jiang Ke'er to be so knowledgeable, so he could only lower his head in shame and said, "Yes... I won the lottery."

"Congratulations," Jiang Ke'er didn't seem to have any doubts. She just ate the buns in big mouthfuls without any politeness.

Feeling the helpless gaze of the God Emperor, the shopkeeper quickly retreated in panic.

After the shopkeeper left, Jiang Ke'er ate a bun, thinking about something.

It seems that this sister Qianxue is not a simple person...

Jiang Ke'er pretended nothing happened, stood up, and looked at herself in the mirror with surprise.

"Too strong! Sister Qianxue! She's like a completely different person!"

"You are already very beautiful," Qiao Qianxue said with a smile, "Let's go, it's almost time."

"The buns must be taken with you, they cannot be wasted."

Jiang Ke'er wrapped the breakfast on the table with oil paper and left with satisfaction.

While Jiang Ke'er was not paying attention, Qiao Qianxue left a bank check on it - she didn't like to get things for free, except in certain circumstances.

*********

The journey is dangerous, and even weak women will be equipped with a sword to deal with various special situations.

Jiang Ke'er is no exception.

Although they cannot deal with warriors, they are still useful against some poisonous snakes.

"锃——"

Jiang Ke'er glanced at the sword, made a beautiful sword flower, and accurately put the sword back into the sheath.

Although his movements were clumsy, they looked quite competent and like those of a master.

Of course, with her current physical condition, she couldn't be a master.

The caravan leader looked at her and smiled, then said in a loud voice: "Most of the people in the team are veterans who have experienced many battles, so there is no need for me to introduce them in detail. There are also a few new girls and boys who have joined. My name is Li Niu, so you can just call me Brother Li."

Jiang Ke'er thought his surname was Liang, after all, the name of this caravan was Lianggong Caravan.

Strange, who is Liang Gong? Is he just a trademark? Or is he the boss behind the scenes?

Jiang Keer noticed that in addition to a few guys in the team, there was also a wealthy man in black clothes with his face covered.

Although he covered his face, he couldn't hide his body shape.

Beside him, there were a few people dressed as waiters...but those people secretly protected the masked man in the middle, and their every move seemed to be following his lead.

The palms of these people's hands were covered with calluses. Although they pretended to walk in a disorderly manner, they could not conceal the long-lasting aura of their long-term martial arts training.

Obviously they are all masters.

"This is Mr. Qiu, a client traveling with us. We will separate at the post station in Miaojiang. These two girls are the new doctor and martial artist," Li Niu introduced. "If there are no problems, we will set off. If there are any troubles, please come to me directly. I will be responsible for managing all matters along the way."

"no problem."