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In the days that followed, my mind was filled with thoughts of how to get Brother Cang Ming to marry me and have children soon. However, he seemed extremely resistant to the idea of me being a fox spirit.
"Miss, you are a demon, and I am a human. We cannot be together," Cang Ming said to me with a serious expression.
I gently shook my head, pretending to be deeply emotional as I clutched my chest and said in a soft voice, "But I love you, I like you! We have a connection from our past lives; why not create a bond in this life?"
Cang Ming looked puzzled and asked, "What kind of connection do we have from our past lives?"
At this point, I began recounting that story: "Five hundred years ago, when I was a hundred years old, I descended the mountain to travel. By accident, I fell into a hunter's trap, and it was you who saved me at that time. That created our bond, so in this life, I specifically left Qingqiu to repay your kindness."
After understanding the situation, Cang Ming stroked his thick beard thoughtfully and said, "If you want to repay me, you don't need to marry and have children with me. Helping me create another bond would also be a way of repaying."
Hmm, it could be done that way?
I quickly turned my not-so-bright fox brain around and nodded with a smile. "That makes sense! I wonder what kind of bond you would like me to help you create?"
Cang Ming seemed to smile; however, his bushy beard obscured his mouth, so I could only hear his hearty laughter: "It's Ms.Liu from the Cloth Shop at the foot of the mountain. I've admired her for quite some time. I wonder if you could help me bring about this bond."
I eagerly nodded and smiled brightly. "Of course! If repaying kindness is also a form of gratitude, then I'll follow your wishes. As long as I can settle this matter."
In the following days, I kept delivering messages back and forth between Cang Ming and Ms.Liu from the Cloth Shop.
I had no idea what the letters contained, but it was clear that something was going on between them; after all, who would send over twenty letters back and forth in a single day?
Oh, it turned out to be me.
However, after just one day of delivering letters, I felt like my four fox legs were about to break from exhaustion.
When I returned to my guest room, I collapsed onto the bed in disarray. Just then, there was a commotion at the door.
“Nan Shan, are you back?”
The voice sounded like Rong Youdao. What did he want from me?
“Come in,” I replied weakly.
As soon as he entered, Rong Youdao saw me lying on the bed, lifeless. He immediately squatted by my bedside, worry etched on his face as he softly asked, “What’s wrong? You look terrible.”
I turned my head to face him and rolled my eyes, responding irritably, “Who else could it be? It’s just your good senior brother, Cang Ming.”
“Oh, it’s senior brother then.”
Rong Youdao's voice carried an inexplicable tone of a jealous husband.
But I didn’t think much of it; perhaps he was just a bit upset because I hadn’t invited him to hang out today.
Noticing the hem of Rong Youdao's white robe dragging on the floor, I frowned slightly and said, “Why don’t you sit up? Your clothes are getting dirty.”
Rong Youdao glanced at his dust-covered robe, then stood up and casually brushed it off. “No, I’ll head back first. If you need anything, just come find me.”
“Okay, I got it.” I was so exhausted that I didn’t even notice when he left. But one thing was certain: he must have been the one to extinguish the candle for me.
The next day, as I stretched lazily, I noticed that the wick had burned all night and was still intact.
It seemed likely that it was Rong Youdao who had snuffed it out last night.
Helping Cang Ming deliver love letters to Ms.Liu had been far too tiring and tedious.
However, I found a good solution: I told them to write down everything they wanted to say all at once. My legs weren't in great shape, and running back and forth to deliver messages was quite exhausting.
These two were relatively easy to talk to. From the initial twenty letters a day, it had now reduced to five or six, which greatly lightened my burden.
One day, just like any other, I transformed back into my original form, shaking my three fiery red fox tails as I dashed through the back mountains of Qingcheng Mountain.
Suddenly, I heard a voice ahead: "Hey, you dead fox! What have you been running around for these past few days? You've nearly flattened all the grass in this forest!"
Confused, I quickly skidded to a stop on my hind legs, holding a letter in my mouth, and raised my upper body to look around.
In front of me appeared a man whose limbs were made of green vines. He looked like a Tree Demon who had cultivated for hundreds of years and was currently in the stage of transforming into human form.
"We're all demons here; have some understanding. I'm just delivering letters for others. I didn't know this grass was your descendants. Next time I'll be more careful and make sure not to step on them," I said, adhering to the principle of peaceful coexistence among demons.
The Tree Demon paused for a moment, then nodded: "Alright then, just be careful not to step on them again. I'm serious; I only have this few descendants left. Don't trample them all; I'm counting on them to take care of me in my old age."
I nodded sheepishly and dodged around the little saplings as I made my way into the back entrance of Qingcheng Mountain.
For some reason, there were many people gathered at the back entrance of Qingcheng Mountain today.
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