How to capture the system fairies as wives

“Fall… fall?”

Originally, the fox girls had no reaction to Chen Yin's arrival, but when they heard Luo Luo's voice, they slowly raised their heads, and a glimmer of light gradually appeared in their eyes.

"Is it really you?"

"You, you won't be caught by them—"

"No... woohoo, I'm here to save you..."

Luo Luo held the hand of the thinnest fox girl and cried with tears in her eyes: "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."

"I didn't have the courage to save you at the time. I could only watch you being captured..."

Seeing Luo Luo crying, the fox girls finally came to their senses. They gradually gathered together and began to hug and cry.

"Luoluo...seeing you again really feels like a dream..."

"I really thought that we would be trapped in this prison for the rest of our lives..."

Looking at the touching reunion before his eyes, Chen Yin just stood there silently, watching everything without saying a word.

After a long time, Luo Luo's crying gradually subsided.

She wiped her red and swollen eyes, turned her head and looked at Chen Yin seriously.

"Sir." Her tone was more serious than ever before.

"I know." Chen Yin nodded calmly.

"rest assured."

"That guy's life is yours."

"You can do whatever you want with him."

68. It’s really not worry-free

Outside the prison, Zhao Han lingered at the door for a while, seeming impatient.

"Why is Wang Wei so slow in delivering food? What's so good about a few little foxes that haven't even fully grown their fur?"

He thought about it gloomily and became suspicious again.

Could it be that... that guy just happened to have some perverted hobby? He was interested in young people like that?

Thinking of this, even Zhao Han shuddered unconsciously and couldn't help but shrugged.

"Never mind. They're just a few little foxes. Let him do whatever he wants."

Just as he was thinking this, Chen Yin was already walking up slowly with an empty bag.

"Hey, are you finally done?"

Zhao Han smiled and said, "How are they? Are those little foxes to your liking, brother?"

"of course."

Chen Yin looked at him with a smile: "But some things are not to my liking."

"what?"

"……you."

Before Zhao Han could react, a sharp dagger was already at his throat.

“If you want to die, just move and try.” A cold female voice sounded from behind.

Zhao Han was stunned for a moment. Just when he was about to speak, he found that his meridians and vocal tracts and ear canals had all been blocked.

He could only stare at Chen Yin with his eyes wide open.

"Don't worry. I won't kill you."

Chen Yin smiled softly: "I promised. Someone will take care of you for me."

Zhao Han was speechless and could only stare blankly as a fox-eared girl emerged from behind him.

Then the second one, and the third one.

After all the fox girls had escaped, Qingying whispered, "What should we do next?"

"Zhao Han needs to be on duty at the gate for a period of time every day."

"During that time, there was no guarding force other than us."

"You and Luoluo should take them out first during this time." Chen Yin said softly.

"But who will replace Zhao Han?"

"I come."

As he spoke, the mask on Chen Yin's face quietly changed, and in just a moment, to Zhao Han's astonishment, it became exactly the same as him, Zhao Han himself.

Even their physique and voice are almost exactly the same.

"I'll watch the road for you, and then you can rescue the people first." Chen Yin whispered.

"it is good."

-

It's almost time to change shifts.

At the entrance of the main altar, a young-looking guy was yawning out of boredom.

After a while, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Thank you for your hard work. I'm here to take over the shift."

The young man looked up and saw Chen Yin disguised as Zhao Han. He couldn't help but asked in surprise:

"Old Zhao, why are you so active today? Don't you usually come last?"

"Oh no. Try to be positive once in a while. Don't keep talking like I'm going to be passive."

The young man laughed and scolded: "Forget it, what else can you do except being passive and lazy?"

"Okay, I'll leave first."

"Goodbye." After Chen Yin sent the young man away with a smile, his eyes flickered.

After a moment, he gestured gently.

Following his gesture, several figures quickly slipped out of the door.

After confirming that no one had discovered him, Chen Yin told Luo Luo:

"Go out and find a safe place to hide first. There are many idle demon cultivators in Xianyunzhou. Be careful not to be exposed."

"What about the young master?" Luo Luo asked anxiously.

"I'll come find you when I finish my work here."

Chen Yin rubbed her hair and comforted her, "Don't worry. I'm alone, so it's easier for me to move around."

Luo Luo hummed softly and said in a low voice: "Then, Master, you must be careful."

Chen Yin nodded, and then watched Luoluo, Qingying and their group leave quietly, then he slowly stretched and regained his lazy expression.

"Yeah~ It's still refreshing to be alone."

"Now, there is no need to worry about it."

He hummed a little tune and wandered around the door for a while. When the time was almost up, he walked back leisurely.

However, after he had taken only two steps, he saw a group of demonic disciples walking by in a hurry.

Ok?

Chen Yin pulled someone over and asked, "What happened? Why is it suddenly so lively?"

"Last night, someone said they saw an outsider entering and leaving the main altar. Now everyone is looking for him."

Chen Yin narrowed his eyes slightly.

...This shouldn't be the case. Could it be that I and the others were exposed so quickly?

"Did you see what that person looked like?"

"I can't see clearly...but I heard it was a blue-colored dress."

Blue clothes? Then they are not Qingying Luoluo and the others.

For some reason, a bad guess suddenly emerged in Chen Yin's mind.

...Should be, right?

-

At the same time, in the deepest hall of the Demonic Sect’s main altar.

The dark but magnificent hall is now empty, with only a lonely figure sitting on the throne.

He was a man wearing a flamboyant black fur coat. His face was thin and rigid, as if it had been cut by a knife, and he had a lonely and silent temperament.

He was just sitting there normally, but his aura was like a sea of ​​blood, surging and surging endlessly.

He just kept his body sideways with his head supported, motionless, like a sculpture.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure walked through the hall and knelt on one knee in front of the throne.

"Master. The escaped rat was not found."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, then slowly closed them.

"Back off." His slightly hoarse voice sounded slowly.

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Then... do we need to continue searching?"

"No need."

The man waved his hand nonchalantly: "If there are insects flying in, they are probably for tomorrow's funeral."

"When the time comes, we'll just wait for her to fall into our trap."

"Yes." The subordinate bowed respectfully and retreated.

The man tapped his fingers rhythmically on the seat, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long while, he slowly said:

"Let the Saint come to see me."

Not long after, Yu Xiang, dressed in a plain robe, slowly walked into the hall. After seeing the man, she simply said, "Master."

Although the address was respectful, there was no respect in the tone.

"Are you ready for tomorrow's funeral?" the man asked calmly.

"Is there anything I need to prepare?"

Yu Xiang snorted contemptuously: "Isn't it all I have to do to sit there and watch?"

"Haha. You are my Saint Maiden after all. How will the disciples of the Dao think if you are so perfunctory?"

The man was not annoyed at all, but said calmly: "The Underworld Sacrifice is a major event that happens once every hundred years in the Demonic Path. As a saint, you must set an example for the disciples in the Path."

Yu Xiang just snorted and turned her head away without saying anything.

The man pondered for a moment, then asked, "Have you encountered any bottlenecks in your recent practice?"

"Don't worry, my training is going very smoothly."

Her voice was so unfamiliar that it was hard to continue the conversation.

"That's good."

The man slowly stood up, walked to the steps with his hands behind his back, and said loudly:

"I allow you to become my magic saint. I will generously provide you with the resources and rights to practice, and I will not even interfere with your freedom."

"All I want is to see hope for the revival of the magic path in you."

"If you can cultivate the "Quenching Nether Art" to perfection, then by then, no one in the vast world of immortal cultivation will be able to check and balance you."

"As long as you agree to restore the glory of our demonic path as the Eternal Demon Lord, the rest is up to you."

"...Don't forget these agreements." The man said in a flat tone.