The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

Tilting her head slightly, Bai Qian didn't rush to hit her with the stick.

Instead, they stood politely and patiently to the side and waited.

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The fox demon looked at Bai Qian with eyes full of hatred.

Bai Qian's blow just now essentially severed its path to transformation.

Fox demons usually take shortcuts when transforming into human form. They find a beautiful girl, turn her body into their own, and quickly shorten the transformation time by taking over her body.

Similarly, if this transformed body is destroyed during the transformation process, it means that the path of transformation has come to an end.

It didn't know why the person opposite it wasn't affected by the spells of its clan's Six Thieves, nor did it know why such strange strength existed in that small body.

Now it only wants to eat her flesh and drink her blood.

It's definitely impossible for it to do it on its own. Judging from the situation just now, even if three more of itself came, they still wouldn't be a match for this person.

But who says that they fight on their own?

It hunched over, coughed, and leaned against the wall, using its remaining arm and leg for balance.

"Please, Ancestor, possess me!" the fox demon cried out in a strange tone, bright red liquid streaming down its fox face.

This was the source of the strange aura that Bai Qian sensed.

Almost immediately after the fox demon finished speaking in that strange tone, it seemed to transform into a different person.

His face was still that pointed fox face, and he was still missing an arm and a leg.

But the feeling it evokes is completely different.

If the fox demon in the past gave people a frivolous feeling, then the fox demon at this moment gave Bai Qian a feeling of coldness.

With a different person, Bai Qian easily realized this.

"What a beautiful girl." The fox demon looked at Bai Qian, his gray-red eyes filled with surprise.

Its gaze as it appraised Bai Qian was simple, like the gaze one would give an object, as if it didn't care about Bai Qian at all.

It certainly has the right to do so.

He casually twisted his arm.

"That's pretty ruthless. Cotton's body has been almost completely destroyed. No wonder it was so eager to let me possess it. It seems to hate you to the extreme." As it said this, it casually raised its hand.

My heartstrings were plucked.

Almost the instant the fox demon raised her hand, everyone in the entire hall was simultaneously stunned.

This also includes Bai Qian.

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The walls were cold and white, and there was a pungent smell of disinfectant.

Bai Qian sat on the bed, staring blankly at the scene before her.

A familiar scene, a scene so familiar it makes you want to vomit.

Raising her hand, her slender, boneless, pale fingers were as cold as ice.

"Cough cough." The sharp pain in her lungs brought Bai Qian's mind to a slight clarity, and the glaring scarlet red seemed to be a reminder to her.

It's a dream.

That's what I'll be thinking.

Lying in bed, I smelled the unpleasant odor in the air.

Bai Qian struggled to support herself and walked to the window.

Gazing at the bright sky outside the window, her eyes were slightly lost in thought.

He pushed the window hard, trying to open it.

The window does not open.

The window had probably been sealed shut because the person had opened it earlier intending to jump from the 20th floor.

Bai Qian felt that this was really unnecessary. Being locked in this room was no different from being dead, so it would be better to let her out.

The reason he wanted to jump off the building was simply because he wanted to get out.

Bai Qian's pale fingers gently touched the glass, and she paused slightly.

She looked at the black-haired girl's face reflected in the glass, and at the glass that began to crack as she pressed harder with her fingers.

The willow branches swayed outside the window.

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ended.

The fox demon glanced at Bai Qian's dazed expression and shook his head.

They're not unaffected; it's just that their skills aren't up to par.

The methods I used were no different; they were all ways to disturb the six thieves and control their minds. But how could I succeed? It's simply because my skills are not good enough.

Of course, it would be a bit unfair to do it myself. Anyone who could withstand my methods would at least be a master of the Transformation Realm or a master of the Meridian Opening Realm.

Clearly, this girl doesn't meet any of the criteria.

But calling it bullying is just a normal tactic. Everyone uses spirit summoning; whether it's summoning spirits or asking one's own ancestors to possess them, it's all a means of winning.

If we're talking about the legitimacy of our methods, we could even call them orthodox. After all, you can't judge orthodoxy based on the quality of the ingredients you use.

Invoking gods and immortals is considered orthodox, while invoking demons and ghosts is considered heretical. This is somewhat unfair. Besides, in this world, where are there still immortals and gods?

This girl is worth taking back. Although she's a bit young, her appearance is quite good. She could be used as a transformation vessel for those little foxes.

Thinking this, she casually hooked her hand.

One after another, strips of white cloth emerged from behind her.

The fox demon was stunned for a moment.

And then they bumped right into those clear black ones.

There was not a trace of being bewitched in his clear, spring-like eyes.

Just as I was about to speak.

The willow branch seeped into her mind.

Volume 1: Chapter 27, Fried Fox

"You brat, I'm going to kill you!" the fox demon screamed shrilly.

The image of willow branches creeping into one's mind is just an adjective.

But it's also true.

After all, it's not a real willow branch.

This hurts even more than if a real willow twig were stuck in your head.

The fox demon naturally recognized what this was.

This is intention.

It is sword intent.

To manipulate someone's mind, you naturally need to understand how to deal with it.

The supernatural powers of demons, the will of humans.

Gui doesn't possess a mind, so he can't manipulate the Six Thieves.

As for how to deal with Yi, the fox demon does have some methods, but firstly, they are basically useless, and secondly, it is obviously impossible for him to have anticipated that the girl on the other side would do so.

Intent is not something commonplace; even among martial artists, it is something that can only be learned through divine intent.

Those who can comprehend this kind of thing through meridian cultivation are one in a thousand.

Among the opponents the fox demon usually faces, there are very few of them at the same level, let alone opponents who understand her.

I've never actually encountered it; I only have a general idea of ​​it.

But now that it has encountered it, it knows what that concept means.

The pain in my head was indescribable; it was excruciating.

The fox demon endured the pain and glared at Bai Qian with a sinister look.

"I'll kill you," it said through gritted teeth. At this moment, there was no such thing as seniority; all it felt was the same rage as its junior.

Bai Qian was still somewhat bewildered. She looked around, as if she hadn't come to her senses yet, her delicate face filled with confusion.

As if noticing the fox demon's gaze, Bai Qian slowly turned her gaze to the fox demon.

The fox demon seemed to have figured out Bai Qian's meaning.

"What's wrong?" The girl's mouth spoke even faster than her thoughts.

The fox demon could tell that she genuinely didn't know what had happened.

I don't know, and I don't care.

But precisely because of this, the fox demon became even angrier.

One after another, strips of white cloth emerged from behind it, and then these white ribbons rushed towards Bai Qian at a terrifying speed.

The fox demon didn't know how this girl had learned to be mindful at such a young age.

But intention is intention, and practice is practice; they are not the same concept.

The fact that she understood the meaning only proves that she is a prodigy, having learned it at such a young age.

But true skill and mastery, achieved through hard work and perseverance, cannot be attained through mere enlightenment.

Can you handle the weight of my two hundred years of cultivation?

The white cloth barely touched the ground, and the ground was scraped apart as if it were tofu.

More than ten white cloths rushed towards Bai Qian at the same time, as if the air was being compressed, and a terrifying air pressure was swept up by the white cloths.

This is probably the most powerful attack Bai Qian has seen since she transmigrated.

Although, she hadn't been in the time travel for more than a few days.

She raised the stick in her hand and swung it down forcefully.

The air blast was so strong that the white cloth that was originally rushing straight towards them was blown away by the air blast.

The heavy drumbeats echoed one after another in the hall.

The white cloth was blown away by the shockwave and impact generated by the drumming.

But it only knocked the white cloth away; it wasn't seriously injured by the [drumming].

Even though Bai Qian pounded the ground a few times, creating a crater, the white cloth was only blown a few meters away.

"Let Grandma teach you what respect is." The fox demon was slightly relieved when she saw this.

Sure enough, no matter how prodigious he is, he is still young.

There's no other way to achieve spiritual attainment except through hard work and time; even grasping the essence is the limit.

The fox demon could understand; the girl was so talented, it was normal for her to be arrogant.

But when dealing with elderly people, the proper respect should always be shown.

Its head still aches and buzzes.

The fox demon admitted that if he let this girl get close and stab him with a sword, he probably wouldn't be able to defend himself, but only if he gave her the opportunity to get close.

White cloths once again swept over the area, covering everything.

Bai Qian frowned slightly as she looked at the white cloths that were surging towards her.

They realized that beating the drums was no longer effective.

At this pace, even if I hammer it dozens more times, it probably won't damage these white sheets.