Chapter 619: Deal

Xiao Feifei's once black, glossy little eyes had turned amber at this moment, like two melted honey drops, watery, reflecting Tuan Tuan's little face.

Tuan Tuan's face full of surprise: "Wow! Xiao Feifei! You're even prettier than before!"

Xiao Feifei tilted its little head, nudged against Tuan Tuan's face, and pressed close to her.

Then it stretched its body, jumped off the bed, and with a few light bounds leapt onto the chair.

Tuan Tuan hurried after it, picked up the meat strips in the plate and fed them to it.

Xiao Ningyuan pointed at Xiao Feifei: "This, this, it, it is…"

The others stared intently at Xiao Feifei.

It was seen that two sharp little ears had sprouted on its head, furry, gently trembling with its eating motions, like two newly sprouted white velour mushrooms.

Between the ears, two finger‑length little horns rose, curved and white, like a new crescent.

"Eee‑e‑e—" Xiao Feifei emitted a thin, soft cry, its mouth now a bit sharper than before, looking just like a little fox.

"Eat more!" Tuan Tuan fed it another strip; it happily wagged its big tail.

Indeed, the big tail was no longer a tiny stub, but a fluffy, voluminous tuft.

It arched its body, and four short little legs emerged from the snowy white long fur, short and slender, the tips of the claws tinged with a hint of pink.

Xue Tong rubbed his eyes, "Am I going blind?"

Before, Xiao Feifei was chubby and white; later it grew a coat of white fur, but it was still a worm; now, isn't this clearly a little white fox with horns!

The father and his sons exchanged glances, each understanding a few things.

It must have been the blood Tuan Tuan fed it that completely transformed it.

Who could still recognize it; it used to be a worm!

Xiao Ningyuan was the first to lose restraint, reaching out to stroke it: "The feel is smoother and softer than before!"

Xiao Ningxun also laughed: "Not bad, Tuan Tuan now has another beloved pet."

Xiao Ningchen also patted it, nodding: "Indeed, it could make a fine fur scarf."

"Second brother is the worst!" Tuan Tuan glared at him, "You may not use Xiao Feifei to make a scarf!"

Xiao Yuanhang punched his second son: "Stop daydreaming! If you want a scarf, go hunt for it yourself!"

Xue Tong looked at his disciple in amazement: "Tuan Tuan, your ability is tremendous!"

Tuan Tuan smiled, fed Xiao Feifei until full, patted her own shoulder: "Come up!"

Xiao Feifei leapt up lightly, as before, looping around her neck.

Tuan Tuan buried her little face into its thick white fur, inhaling deeply: "Xiao Feifei, you are just too cute!"

Xiao Feifei's mouth curled, and it actually smiled!

Xue Tong almost lost his footing: "It, it can even smile!"

Tuan Tuan was unperturbed: "It's happy, of course it smiles!"

Tuan Tuan walked to the bedside, looking at Feng Zhou on the couch: "Master, aren't Feng Zhou's wounds healed? Why wrap him up like a dumpling?"

Xue Tong slapped his forehead: "I forgot."

He went to the bedside, sat down, took Feng Zhou's hand and placed it on his pulse.

The others gathered around, waiting quietly.

After a moment, Xue Tong withdrew his hand: "Not bad, very good, the pulse pattern is steadier than yesterday. Give him what he should eat, what he should drink, feed as much as you can."

"Remove all the bandages wrapping his wounds; don't let him be suffocated, change his bedding daily."

"Alright," Xiao Yuanhang asked, "Old Valley Master, when will he awaken?"

Xue Tong hesitated a moment: "At this recovery rate, at most a month, he'll be lively again."

"Yay!" Tuan Tuan leapt up, "Dad! Feng Zhou will wake up soon!"

Xiao Yuanhang scooped his daughter up, only to find a plump little fox between them, and he frowned.

"Oh, oh," Tuan Tuan understood, arms crossed over her chest, "Xiao Feifei, come into my arms!"

"Eee—" Xiao Feifei deftly slipped into Tuan Tuan's embrace.

Only then did Xiao Yuanhang finally kiss his daughter: "My dear daughter, you have helped your father greatly again!"

Xiao Ningyuan exclaimed in surprise: "Why do I feel Xiao Feifei is not only prettier but also smarter than before?"

"Of course!" Tuan Tuan said proudly, wriggling her little body, "It's my Xiao Feifei!"

Xiao Yuanhang set her down: "Go, take Xiao Feifei and let Xiao Yueyue and the others see!"

"Alright!" Tuan Tuan cheerfully ran out.

From outside the tent, Xiao Er's voice called: "Miss! Where did this fox come from?"

The others exchanged smiles.

At the same time, Jingcheng.

The Masked Man sat opposite Lu Wu, carefully inquiring about the Gu Worm.

Lu Wu asked: "Your Excellency, when can I set out for Xibei?"

The Masked Man replied bluntly: "Master, you have been defeated by that child several times; this time, what chance do you have of bringing her back?"

Lu Wu was startled; his aged face flushed bright red.

He rose to fame in his youth, always the top‑ranked onmyoji, revered by ten thousand, and no one had ever dared to question him so openly.

The Masked Man did not stop: "Master has already witnessed that child's miraculous abilities and wishes to use her blood to restore his own vital blood, deepening his cultivation."

"I am truly worried whether you will go and not return this time."

Lu Wu sprang up, blurting out: "If I go and never return, wouldn't the ten city lords be saved?"

The Masked Man looked at him: "Master, no need to get angry. If you can uncover the secret on her body, ten cities or even ten more, what's the problem?"

"I'm merely scheming for the Master."

Lu Wu sat down slowly; this old fox, what does he want me to do?

"Sir, please speak plainly; how can you be willing to send me to Xibei?"

The Masked Man looked at him and said softly: "I want the formula and preparation method for your secret medicine."

Lu Wu understood: "Your Excellency is worried that if I don't return, Cheng Jing's medicine will be cut off?"

The Masked Man said nothing, silently looking at him.

Lu Wu laughed: "In that case, Sir, why not first send me to Xibei, then I'll write out the formula—wouldn't that be perfect?"

The Masked Man's gaze darkened.

Lu Wu leaned back into the chair: "Without this medicine, Cheng Jing probably couldn't even last a day."

"He now needs to take two pills a day; if this continues, it will become three a day."

He chuckled: "Oh, right, I also have little left of what I brought; I'm doing this for your benefit, Sir."

After a moment's thought, the Masked Man nodded and said: "Deal."

"Tomorrow morning, I will send people to escort the priest to Xibei; the day we reach Xibei Daying will be when you hand over the formula."

"Good!" Lu Wu raised his hand, and they tapped palms once.

The next morning, a detachment of several dozen horsemen set out from Jingcheng, galloping swiftly toward Xibei Daying.