Deep in the cave, Shen Wucheng leaned against the damp stone wall, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the broken jade pendant around his waist. The shocking thunder disaster three days ago was still surging in his eyes. Under the dark blue robe, the weakness of spiritual depletion was like a gangrene in the bones.
Amidst the roar of the collision of sword energy and demon power in the cave, Chen Wucheng smelled the familiar scent of cedar on the side of the young man's neck. It turns out that Sanye was no longer the ignorant young fox that he was when he came to the family ancestral hall. And what's entangled between them is more than just the deep love between master and servant?
Purpose: A little fox I rescued when I was young turned out to be a fox fairy with unpredictable cultivation? ! And him! Like! To me! Interesting! ?