This story is too bizarre, Yan Xiaojing thought to herself. Trade souls, immortal bodies. None of these things can exist in the real world.

Then she realized that she wasn't having dinner with a vixen? So, what really can't happen?

She thought of the handsome brunette who had stitched up her wounds.

"There are other people fighting with you, right?"

"My brothers." He took a sip of the treasure in the cup, "When the vixens realized that they were under attack, they selected the strongest and most powerful male vixens from their clan to be trained in battle and let go against the servant eaters. For generations, these fighters sucked the yang spirits of the strongest female vixens in the race, and later, a separate subrace of vixens was formed. Only the most powerful clansmen of the subspecies can be introduced to the Blacktail Moon Society. ”

"Are you brothers by blood?"

He smiled dryly, "In a sense, sort of. ”

He grimaced, as if to explain that the issue involved personal privacy. Yan Xiaojing had a feeling that maybe he wouldn't say more about the topic of the Black Tail Moon Meeting. However, she was very curious about the huge war he was involved in. Especially when she's about to become one of the vixens he's protective.

"So, you're killing ordinary people?"

"Yes, but they're actually dead. In order for his thugs to live forever and gain the strength to compete with us, Maharaja had to drain their souls first. A look of disgust flashed across his stern face, "However, ordinary people with souls don't necessarily let us go. ”

"You don't like it...... We, right? ”

"First of all, half of your genes belong to your father. Secondly Why should I like ordinary people? Before I turned into a vixen, they always beat me half to death. No one dares to mess with me fucking now, and that's only because I scared them to death. Once we let them know that the vixens really exist, even ordinary people who don't belong to the servant ghost society will come to hunt us down. Once they feel threatened from a different race, the first reaction of ordinary people is to provoke a fight. They are like a group of gangsters who bully the soft and are afraid of the hard, picking soft persimmons and pinching them. ”

Xiao Lingyun shook his head and said, "Other than that, they make me feel very angry. See what their folklore says about our race. The anime called Naruto, for God's sake, the nine-tailed fox in it is a raging demon that can only be sealed in the belly of a human being, and this is what humans think of us. There are also those mentally handicapped vixen novels full of violence and erotic ~ love. We are always portrayed as fools who throw our arms into the arms of humanity! It's like a gang that specializes in beauty scams. The only thing that is said by this group of fools is that we suck people's yang spirits and don't like to go out in the daytime, and everything else is all nonsense to isolate us and stimulate the fear of the masses; Or to put it more unpleasantly, it's all because some idiots and ordinary people are so bored that they think the darkness is a fun place, so they make up these horror stories to create an atmosphere of mystery and unpredictability. ”

"But you're not really going to hurt us, are you?"

"It's not 'we', don't use that word, Yan Xiaojing, it should be 'them'. You are not exactly an ordinary person now, and soon you will not be a normal person at all. He paused and continued, "Also, I don't go out of my way to hunt ordinary people. But if they get in my way, then they should be in big trouble. ”

She pondered carefully what Xiao Lingyun had said, trying to ignore the uneasiness that swelled up in her heart every time she thought that she was about to face refining.

"You were like that to Charunwang at that time...... Obviously, he's not a ...... Servant eaters, hey, whatever they call them. ”

"He wants to stop me from approaching you." Xiao Lingyun gritted his teeth and replied, "Before that happens, I will send anyone or anything that stops me to heaven, I don't care if he is your lover or not." If he dares to do it again......"

"You promised me that you wouldn't kill him."

"I won't let him die, but I won't let him go easily."

"Temper tantrums" deserve a little lesson, she thought, approvingly.

"Why don't you eat?" Xiao Lingyun suddenly asked, "You need to eat." ”

She looked down at the plate. Food? Her whole life fell into the scene of a monster movie in an instant, and he was still worried about whether she could eat? It's incredible that I'm dealing with these gods and monsters like in Wang Zuxian's movie.

"Eat." He nodded to her plate, "You need to be as strong as you can before the transformation comes. ”

Unwilling to be urged by Xiao Lingyun anymore, Yan Xiaojing picked up the soup spoon, only to feel that the whole bowl of soup was as unpalatable as glue. Although she could guess that the soup must have been carefully prepared by the butler.

"You're armed now, aren't you?" Yan Xiaojing asked.

"Yes."

"Do you never lay down your weapons?"

"Never."

"But ...... us," she shut, before the word "that little thing" could be blurted out.

He leaned against the table, "I'll always keep my weapon within reach, even when I'm in possession of you." ”

Yan Xiaojing swallowed the soup in her mouth. After realizing the terrible situation she was in, two thoughts clashed in her mind: Xiao Lingyun was either a paranoid patient or a real villain. I really don't know which one is closer to the truth.

Alas, annoyed, she thought to herself. Although Xiao Lingyun has too many mysteries hidden in his body, he is certainly not the kind of person who is hysterical.

The two fell into a lengthy silence again, until Nguyen Nguyen Tho cleaned up the soup bowl and replaced it with lamb chops. She noticed that the mutton in Xiao Lingyun's plate was cut to just the size that could be eaten directly. It's weird, she thinks it's weird.

"After dinner, I have something to show you." He picked up his fork and tried twice before stabbing the meat.

It wasn't until this moment that Yan Xiaojing realized that something was wrong—Xiao Lingyun didn't look at his plate at all, his gaze kept falling under the table.

She was chilling all over, and something didn't seem quite right.

She took a closer look at his sunglasses again.

She recalled the first night they slept together, his fingers groping her face as if by touch. Thinking that he had been wearing those sunglasses, maybe it wasn't just to block out the light, but to hide his eyes.

"Xiao Lingyun?" She shouted softly.

He reached for his glass, and it wasn't until his fingers touched it, and then he made a clenching gesture.

"What?" He brought the wine glass close to his mouth, but then put it down, "Ruan Yuanshou? We need red wine. ”