That’s clearly this lazy fox’s desire for comfort and enjoynt.
And he speaks so reasonably, never sparing anyone.
Baili An, exasperated: "Let ask you, how many days have I been asleep?"
Shu Ci answered honestly: "Seven days in total, you’ve really been quite unreliable, making us wait so long."
Baili An laughed angrily: "Seven days in total? Each Luminous Pearl I have is a treasure worth a fortune, a whole bag full, and you’ve spent them all?"
"Not really." Shu Ci looked at Baili An in disdain:
"Each of us has a clever fox spirit heart; how would we let others take advantage? Won’t be like the fools in the stories who redeem themselves only to be swindled till their pants are empty.
We’ve acquired so good things that others don’t have."
As she spoke, the Mohe Lord, with a fox’s heart lacking wit, conjured up a trick.
She shook out several soft handkerchiefs from the sleeve of her rough cloth outfit.
Red, yellow, blue, green, purple—everything you could want was there.
It’s likely even the most notorious flower thief in the Capital City doesn’t have as many handkerchiefs as this foolish fox.
She piled those handkerchiefs into a heap and stuffed them into Baili An’s arms, saying: "Look, all yours, this number is far more than your bag of pearls."
Can this really be compared like that?
Baili An, annoyed, flung the handkerchiefs everywhere: "I bet your brain is filled with drumsticks!"
Shu Ci treated them like treasures, repeatedly bending over to pick them up: "Hey hey? Don’t throw them around, these things are called treasures by the young ladies, ordinary people don’t get them."
She treasured them as if they were divine gifts, tucking them into her sleeve, like those old bachelors suddenly favored by a fairy receiving intimate silk handkerchiefs.
Who knows how these past seven days, what sort of brainwashing this foolish fox did on these brothel girls?
Was he desired by such a stupid thing?
Baili An felt a bit of liver pain, yet found it rather amusing.
But waking up within seven days was unexpected for Baili An; seems that during these days, this fox spirit truly took good care of him.
Though a troublemaker, guarding him for a whole seven days, Baili An had to acknowledge this favor.
Looking at the girl weeping inconsolably on the ground, Baili An, helpless, picked up so Spirit Stones, distributing them among the brothel girls, allowing those who wished to redeem themselves to gain freedom.
For those willing to continue their old profession, Baili An wasn’t inclined to ddle unnecessarily.
Anle Workshop...
Initially, when Baili An woke up, his consciousness was muddled, but now he truly felt the na was sowhat familiar.
Leaving the hall, Baili An sought a private room, ordering a cup of Three-Stalk Tea, two portions of green-bodied cakes, and nine bowls of porridge.
Brothel people love alcohol, rarely does anyone order tea.
Yet this cup of Three-Stalk Tea was served promptly.
The tea was served by a youth with a scar on his face.
His leg appeared sowhat la, were it not for his inherently handso features, it might have been difficult to work in this brothel.
"The tea ordered by the guest, this cup of Three-Stalk Tea is from last night, slightly cold now, would you prefer to change to green sparrow’s tongue?"
Baili An knew Anle Workshop didn’t have green sparrow’s tongue.
He nodded and said: "Cold tea is equally fine."
The youth with the scar on his face had a glimr in his eyes, then set down the tea, knelt and paid respect: "’Qingzhi’ greets the benefactor, if the benefactor has any commands, could you kindly pass them on?"
Baili An spent three years in Soul Nourishnt in the Nine Nethers netherworld fire, and three months in Body Refinent, during which he was conscious.
It was also by borrowing his senior brother Jun He’s hand that he secretly established ’One Drop of Blood’, part of the Mortal World Demon Alliance force.
Within ’One Drop of Blood’, each mber did not use their real na, rather they had their own code nas.
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