The thousand-year-old fox demon Su Jiuli was plotted on the eve of his catastrophe, and when he transformed, he fell into a black windbreaker. The man's fingertips were wrapped around her silver fox tail, and his fingertips ran over the down on the tips of her ears. His low smile was soaked in ice: "Can't the little fox smell that the ambergris in this room is mixed with magic lock powder?"
Only then did she realize that she had stepped into a trap - this suburban villa covered with roses was a golden cage, and the man in front of her, as clear as jade, was the hunter holding the key. Shen Yanzhi, on the surface, appears to be a gentle botanist, but in fact he uses the same methods to cultivate mandala to tame her: breakfast is milk mixed with a blood contract, a charm that can burn through demonic pills is hidden in his sleeves, and even the sandalwood comb used to comb her tail is engraved with imprisonment spells.
"Jiuli's tail should be coiled around my wrist like this." He picked up her broken hair with a silver hairpin, and the tips of his teeth brushed against the demon pattern on the back of her neck, "Instead of secretly casting spells on the Big Dipper on a moonlit night - do you think I can't see that you are calculating the directions of the twenty-eight stars every night?"
The most terrifying thing is that this human body contains her familiar aura. Five hundred years ago, the little Taoist priest who protected her from heaven's punishment during the thunderstorm. The blood that dyed her nine tails red before his death actually matched the shape of the birthmark on Shen Yanzhi's wrist. But when she tentatively called out "Yanzhi", the man's pupils shrank suddenly, and the next second he pressed her in front of a glass cabinet full of specimens, pinched her Adam's apple with his fingertips: "If you call me that name again, I will make your tongue a specimen and soak it in formalin."
Until she discovered twelve crystal coffins in the basement. In each coffin slept a woman with the same birthmark as her, whose death spanned hundreds of years. Shen Yanzhi didn't know when he was standing behind him
