Oh no, the crazy senior sister found out that I am a fox demon!

"God...why did you come to this world?"

The demons standing on both sides stood in front of the window, asking in confusion. Despite the passage of time and changes in the world, the world remained the same, unchanging.

"Looking for something precious."

With his hand on his chin and his fingertips resting on his falling hair, Shen Jingjun looked at the Tinglei Sword placed on the table. Over the past thousand years, the craftsmen of the demon clan have tried every possible means to complete the creation of Tinglei.

Initial results have been achieved.

Tempered by the light of thunder and fire, the ancient color has now faded, the blade is sharp, and a cold light is shining.

"God, the villain is already at the gates of the city. We... really shouldn't be wasting our time here."

Salute with clasped fists.

The armored demon acted like a loyal minister offering good advice, which naturally made Shen Jingjun slightly dissatisfied, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Since you are so dissatisfied, why don't you surrender to the enemy?"

Although this sentence was spoken in a normal tone, all the demons knew that the God was angry, and they immediately knelt down and admitted their mistakes.

"God, we are the ones who spoke too much!"

Shen Jingjun stood up and looked at the two guards, but did not ask them to stand up. He walked to the window. Downstairs, people were coming and going. There were a few plants planted on the bluestone street.

The air on earth is soft.

In just a blink of an eye, Shen Jingjun jumped down and instantly turned into a ball of white mist and disappeared into the air.

"God!"

The two demons were left behind before they could catch up.

The white mist dissipated, and Shen Jingjun's figure appeared again, walking among the white reeds. His white robe brushed against the reeds. A mask with a green face and fangs covered his face, and his fingers covered the mask.

All you can see is half of your jaw.

She tried countless times in the Demon Realm to take back control of her body. Even though her soul was corroded, Shen Jingjun never gave up.

She had an obsession in her heart.

She wanted to see Gu Chufu again.

Feeling the touch of fingers on the mask, Shen Jingjun's palms actually trembled slightly. Before, she had not been able to regain control of her body many times.

Most of the time I feel confused and dazed.

Perhaps in the near future, the demons would discover his abnormality and the abnormality of the God, but Shen Jingjun had no time to think about it at the moment.

The tattoo on her back had become much lighter, but Shen Jingjun was still pursuing that familiar scent, trying to find Gu Chufu.

Closer, closer.

As the sound of water got closer, a vague figure entered her eyes, no longer the little fox demon she had seen before.

Standing by the river, with seven fox tails swaying gracefully, Gu Chufu's figure was still as familiar, except that he was not as noisy as before.

Wearing the Lihuo Sword at his waist, he exudes a murderous aura.

Twitching his ears, Gu Chufu naturally heard a rustling sound behind him, like the sound of clothes rubbing against reeds, and also like a natural breeze blowing past.

In an instant, he drew out the sword from his waist, hot flames poured out, waves of air surged, and the red sword blade came to Shen Jingjun's neck.

"Who are you?"

There was a mixed aura around her, and Gu Chufu was extremely surprised. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and an almost impossible answer was about to come out in his heart.

No...impossible.

How could it be senior sister?

There was a dark look in her eyes, and she no longer looked at him as innocently as before. Looking at the hideous mask, the sword in Gu Chufu's hand did not move forward one inch.

Raising his hand, Shen Jingjun pressed down his mask, which was used to conceal his demonic aura. If he took it off, the demons would soon discover where he was.

"It's me, Chufu."

The voice that haunted him in his dreams rang in his ears. Gu Chufu's eyes were sharp, and he pointed the sword upwards, ready to lift off the mask of the woman.

"Don't lie to me... This is my illusion, or maybe this is my nightmare."

She blamed herself, hated herself for being useless and not being able to keep her senior sister, and hated herself for only finding information about Pangu's battle axe in the past thousand years.

Her diligent practice day and night allowed her to reach the great perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm. It was not the first time that Gu Chufu saw an illusion appear before her eyes.

She was too obsessed and unwilling to let go, unwilling to loosen up.

The sword techniques in her hands were sharp and almost every sword move was full of sword intent. The scene of yesterday was still vivid in his mind. Shen Jingjun recognized this move. It was the Fengming Jiutian that he had taught Gu Chufu.

At this moment, Shen Jingjun suddenly didn't want to dodge anymore. She stood still and raised her eyes until the raging fire mixed with the sword intent cut through the green-faced and fang-covered mask on her face.

With a "click" sound.

The cracked mask fell to the ground and fell into the dust. Gu Chufu did not continue to stab with the sword.

Some blood beads appeared on the bridge of her nose. Shen Jingjun closed her eyes and her body began to hurt again.

"Senior sister...is it really you?"

Gu Chufu felt as if he was still in a dream. Shen Jingjun just smiled gently with a hint of bitterness.

"I originally just wanted to follow you, to see what you look like, to see if you've been doing well all these years. I... have implicated you until now... Do you hate me?"

She hoped to hear Gu Chufu say that he hated her, so that she would feel much better and no longer suffer day and night in a daze like before.

Not a moment of clarity.

Only endless pain awaits his soul.

"No, I'm not doing well. I miss you."

"Senior sister, I miss you..."

Her eyes were red, and she had so much to say that it all came to her throat at once.

"Silly fox, I don't know how many days I will have left to regain consciousness. Escaping from the Demon Realm and declaring a ceasefire are the only things I can do."

"I just want to see you one last time."

The words are not finished yet.

Shen Jingjun only felt a warm feeling. Gu Chufu held her in his arms, with his soft ears pressed against Shen Jingjun's cheek.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Senior Sister, you will be fine."

Gu Chufu held her waist tightly, without relaxing his grip at all, for fear that if she didn't hold on to this person, Shen Jingjun would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"Undo the contract... Chufu, I won't attack you while I'm still sober."

"Be obedient, okay?"

Wet tears wet her fox ears, and the red hair became a little darker. Shen Jingjun put her hand on Gu Chufu's back.

Patting her shoulder slowly.

"What if I say no?"

"I want... Senior Sister to stay with me forever."

"We have a contract anyway, don't we?"

Gu Chufu opened his red lips, looked at Shen Jingjun's lips, touched their noses together, bit her lips, and swallowed all the remaining words Shen Jingjun was going to say.

Hands around the waist, wandering.

The two of them were breathing more and more rapidly, as if there was no one else in this world. Gu Chufu was breathing rapidly, his chest rising and falling.