Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

"The host's belly looks so soft, I want to bury it all too."

In the space of consciousness, 886 watched longingly as Crane Lan lay buried in Jiang Hengdi's soft belly, rising and falling with her breath, a sight that looked very comforting.

"Let's see if they have any plush toys at the mall, maybe I can buy you one?"

886 pouted and lay down like Jiang Heng, saying, "A plush toy is definitely not as soft as your belly. Look how comfortable He Wanglan looks."

Jiang Heng looked down at the flower lying on her body, puzzled. How could 886 find comfort in a flower?

After coaxing his system a few more times, Jiang Heng closed his eyes and began to recall what he had learned that afternoon, trying to mobilize the demonic power within his body. He could feel that his demonic power was currently scattered. According to the description in the book, in order to use magic, one must first learn to mobilize demonic power and concentrate it into a single point.

As He Wanglan lay there, he suddenly felt a pure life force slowly enveloping him and seeping into his body, nourishing his soul.

He suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and sat up, and saw that Jiang Heng was enveloped in a faint halo.

The leaf was placed on his head, and a trace of demonic power leaked out and flowed into his body to investigate.

[So you've already learned how to manipulate demonic power?]

He Wanglan stared in astonishment at the fluffy little creature. What had it been up to all afternoon? But this mixed demonic power... was the little fox actually a half-demon?

Because she wasn't skilled enough, Jiang Heng couldn't smoothly manage the demonic energy and could only try little by little.

At this moment, he felt another power emerge within him. Although subtle, it contained immense power. However, within him, it flowed like water, gentle and slow, guiding him to regulate his demonic energy.

Knowing that it was He Wanglan who was helping him, he quickly relaxed his mind and let the other party's power flow through his body.

Sensing the other party's trust, He Wanglan raised an eyebrow. So trusting of him?

After He Wanglan's demonic power circulated within her body for a full cycle, Jiang Heng's previously blocked thoughts suddenly cleared, and she was able to mobilize her demonic power more smoothly.

He Wanglan withdrew his demonic power with satisfaction, then lay back down on his belly, even extending his roots to stroke his fluffy tail.

[Collect some interest.]

Once he started touching it, he couldn't stop. Looking up, he saw that Jiang Heng was still cultivating. He used his roots to scoop up the tail and covered himself with it. The leaves patted it with satisfaction and then entered a state of cultivation as well.

Witnessing all this, 886's cheeks puffed up with jealousy. "That stinky flower fairy has no sense of boundaries! She's not even the host's partner, why is she touching me like that!"

Neither of the two demons, who were in a meditative state, noticed that their auras were merging and nourishing each other's souls.

As night deepened, the lights in the room were turned off one by one, leaving only the moonlight to fall on the bed, draping a soft veil over the flower and the fox. 886 suddenly forgave Crane Gazing again, and following his heart, he took out his DSLR and started taking pictures.

If the Quick Transmigration Bureau had a photography competition, it would definitely win! I'll go back and submit a report to apply for it!

After Jiang Heng circulated her demonic power within her body for a few weeks, her consciousness returned, and she felt a slight weight on her tail. Looking down, she saw that He Wanglan had used her tail as a blanket, with two leaves draped over it.

"..."

He carefully shifted, curling up into a ball to make himself more comfortable. After thinking for a moment, he still didn't retract his tail.

"If he would give me a single drop of his flower juice, I would gladly use my tail as a blanket for him every day."

How can we help the bird-of-paradise recover faster?

As the night passed, He Wanglan opened his eyes and found that the demonic power in his demon core had become much more abundant. He frowned, examined it carefully again, and confirmed that his perception was correct. How could the recovery speed be faster than before?

Thinking of the life force that had invaded his body on its own last night, he turned to look at the little fox who was still fast asleep, fearing it was related to him.

I never expected that a chance encounter would lead to such a pleasant surprise.

At this rate, he will be able to regain his human form in less than half a month.

Thinking of what happened at Forget-Worry Mountain, his face darkened. "A bunch of bastards, if they can't kill me, they'll all be waiting to die."

Thinking about the annoying things, the restoration of his demonic power didn't make him much happier. He rolled over and buried himself in Jiang Heng's tail, deciding to take a nap first; the recovery couldn't be rushed.

Moreover, this little fox has half-demon blood... If he takes good care of himself, helping him out wouldn't be a problem.

He Wanglan was awakened by the thunder in his ears. He sat up abruptly, looked out through the crack in the window, and then suddenly realized what was happening and looked at Jiang Heng's still-growing stomach.

[...]

Jiang Heng woke up at this moment, her eyes half-open and listless. "I'm so hungry."

He desperately wanted to eat meat; he dreamed about it constantly. Heaven knows how a monster like him could live such a miserable life!

Suddenly, a small porcelain bottle, about three fingers wide, rolled onto the bed and tumbled to his side.

Jiang Heng rolled over and got up, grabbing the porcelain bottle.

"What is this? Where did it come from?"

The roots of the Strelitzia chinensis entwined around the porcelain bottle, its leaves popped open the stopper, and the bottle was tilted slightly downwards. A fragrant pill fell out and was caught by the Strelitzia chinensis.

He rolled up the pill and held it to Jiang Heng's lips.

[Bigu Dan (a fasting elixir).]

Jiang Heng smelled the fragrance, which was somewhat similar to that on He Wanglan, and couldn't help but stick out her tongue, chew it a couple of times, and swallow it, without any doubt about the medicine's effectiveness.

The hunger in his stomach vanished instantly. His eyes widened as he stared intently at the small porcelain bottle. It was a fasting pill! He wanted it!

He lay down again, tugged at the bottle, and glanced at Crane-Palm. Seeing that the other party did not react, he secretly moved the porcelain bottle a little further away from him.

At this moment, Crane Lan was completely unaware of the little fox's actions. He was staring at the wet spot on his leaf, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing faintly.

[A miscalculation.]

Having just used his demonic power to open a void rift to get the Bigu Pill for this little guy, he really couldn't bear to expend even a tiny bit of demonic power on cleaning.

He gently tugged at his foreleg with a clean leaf, then held the dirty one up to his eyes.

Jiang Heng was startled by the leaf suddenly thrust in front of him. He lost control of his strength and the small porcelain bottle rolled directly under his stomach, completely covered by his fur.

Crane-winged Orchid glanced in the direction the porcelain bottle had disappeared, but didn't pay much attention, assuming the little fox was just playing around. It continued to shake its leaves to signal him to look.

[You've dirtied it, so you're responsible for cleaning it up for me.]

Seeing that he had no intention of taking back the Bigu Pill, Jiang Heng smiled with her fox-like eyes narrowed and quickly went over to look at his leaves.

"what happened?"

Then he saw the crane-flower plant extend a root system, its tip hovering in the air, pointing to the almost dried watermarks, and then to the yard.

Jiang Heng tilted her head in confusion, "Where did the water come from?"

"Ahem, host, it's your saliva. He probably wants you to wash it off for him."

"..."

Well, you're already doing all that, and you still have the leisure to order him around. Considering that you took a bottle of fasting pills from him, Jiang Heng dutifully jumped off the bed, wrapped her tail around a flower branch, and ran into the yard.

After carefully rinsing it clean, the bird-of-paradise went back to its flowerpot.

As a flower, its true form still prefers to stay in the soil.

Spending the day basking in the sun in the soil and the night basking in the moonlight in fox fur—how can that not be considered spiritual practice?