Chapter 150: Today Yu Xueqing Is Not Home!

"All in, all in—"

The little fox hummed a tune, slipping back home through the half-open window, then stood upright on its hind legs, swishing its big tail as it mimicked the gangster dance of the Axe Gang: "Gotta go all in!"

Since Yu Xueqing was away, the little fox went to the new fridge, opened it, grabbed a can of cola in its mouth, and sprinted upstairs.

"First, plug in my phone, then reply to Lin Fupo's message—see what kind of parasite could scare her this badly."

An Sheng fished out the three-fold, globally connected phone Lin Ying had given him, placed it on the yoga mat, and started charging.

This room was Yu Xueqing's bedroom, but for now, it was temporarily lent to Mo Yiqing for her evening workouts.

Mo Yiqing had her own opinions about every line of her body.

If any part got a bit fatter, she targeted it with exercise; if any part got too thin, she added meals, then kept dieting.

Whether Mo Yiqing was tired, An Sheng didn't know—but just watching made him exhausted.

"Pfft."

The little fox used its claws to pop open the soda can's lid, gulped down a big swallow, then let out a long, blissful sigh:

"Good! Let's max it out first, then tonight we'll head straight to the tea workshop and roast some tea."

An Sheng opened his wish list, stared at the single-digit wish points, and sighed slightly.

Earlier, at the 'Tianhou Temple' and 'Hospital,' he'd netted eleven wish points in one night—but he spent all eleven at the Golden Bay Hotel.

His physique value jumped from 44 to 55—barely enough to stand up to Overloaded Hundred-Ton Wang.

Lately, while playing by the sea, An Sheng was either squeezed under Yu Xueqing's armpit or pressed against Mo Yiqing's chest while they discussed important matters—so wish points accumulated slowly.

But the little fox was genuinely having fun.

He now had seven wish points total.

Yu Xueqing's private zoo gave him two.

Tu Song Bai got into trouble wandering out, nearly had his dog legs broken by Qiu Lingling—but because An Sheng saved him, he earned two wish points from Bai.

Mo Yiqing gave him three.

Mo Yiqing's wishes were strange—no MVP settlement screen ever appeared; whenever she felt good, wish points would burst out onto the little fox.

He earned one point by stepping on her back.

He earned another by stroking her head.

When the little fox gently nipped her hand, Mo Yiqing happily burst out another wish point.

Mo Yiqing currently had two wishes: one was to stab Yin Pengfei with a cactus club, the other was 'Water Fairy Lady.'

The wish points bursting from Mo Yiqing mostly came from the 'Water Fairy Lady' wish.

As long as the little fox made her feel good, wish points would burst from Mo Yiqing.

An Sheng knew Mo Yiqing had long wanted him to transform into a licking fox and lick her palm.

But he thought it was perverted and kept refusing.

"List! All in on Physique—" An Sheng, eyes blazing with excitement, shouted as he stared at his wish list: "Come on! List! Let me see your limit! Turn me back!"

"Ying ying ying—"

【Physique 55 → 62 points.】

Golden light radiated outward from within, manifesting on the little fox's skin, finally converging on its tail.

In complete silence, two additional tails extended from behind its rump, and slowly, lazily, a third fluffy tail emerged between them.

After the third tail grew, the changes on the little fox didn't stop.

"Huh? Could there be more changes?" An Sheng, startled by the sudden transformation, felt uncertain.

But the wish points were already all in—what changes occurred was beyond An Sheng's control.

Still, An Sheng wasn't too worried about turning into something bizarre.

Just like when he hid his tail before, all he needed was a thought to swap back to his original skin.

After a long wait,

the changes on the little fox ceased.

An Sheng ran to the full-length mirror, stared at his three fluffy tails behind him, paused thoughtfully, stood upright, spun around in front of the mirror, instinctively hugged his arms, and asked blankly:

"So besides the tails, what else changed on me?"

After racking his brain to no avail, An Sheng felt his fox brain overload, his scalp itching.

Then, instinctively, he reached up and scratched.

That one scratch left him utterly stunned.

Previously, when his head itched, he had to squat on the ground, tilt his head back, and use his hind legs to scratch.

Even the most agile fox paws could only rub cheeks or scratch the belly when lying on their back—they couldn't reach the head.

"My paws… got more flexible?"

Standing before the mirror, An Sheng froze, staring at the white little fox in the reflection.

He tried spreading his arms, then struck a hands-on-hips pose in front of the mirror.

The little fox's movement was smooth as silk as he planted his paws on his hips.

Then, as if disbelieving, he delicately pinched his own belly with his nimble claws.

"Holy shit! It's really flexible! Can I go play Call of Duty now?"

The little fox, ecstatic, turned his back to the mirror, braced his paws on his knees, and wildly shook his three big tails.

"This is just too awesome!"

"When Yu Xueqing gets back, I'm definitely pinching her little belly—so she stops saying I'm fat every day."

Relying on his strong physique and extra tails, An Sheng executed a perfect Thomas flairs, arms planted on the ground, leapt up, flipped backward, landed, then slid into a lying position on the yoga mat.

"To life!"

The little fox crouched on the yoga mat, his fingers subtly changing shape; he used his paw pads to grip the soda can and lifted it up.

Before, drinking cola like this required both arms working together—either cradling it or pinching it with his wrists to sip through the straw.

"Gulp gulp gulp—"

The little fox opened his mouth wide, tilted his head back, and downed the entire can in one go—such a bold way of drinking cold cola was only possible because Yu Xueqing wasn't here.

Otherwise, Yu Xueqing would've lunged, grabbed his tail, yanked him up, and shaken him violently until he spat out the cola.

What's your body fat percentage?! Drinking cola like that!

Don't you know foxes can't have high-sugar, high-salt diets?!

But today, Yu Xueqing wasn't home.

"Ha—"

An Sheng licked the last drops from the can, plopped down on the yoga mat, grinning, and opened the phone Lin Ying had given him—this phone had been off for days due to lack of charging.

But thanks to fast charging, while he was doing his all-in, the battery had already reached sixty percent.

An Sheng turned on the phone.

Over 99+ messages on QQ.

Ten messages on WeChat.

An Sheng glanced at QQ—the group chats still buzzed about making money, Pinduoduo, and posting cute pet photos.

"Pathetic losers! Hiding your dirty pics and videos—next time I'll come to your place, drink your cola, eat your chips, play your computer… then delete your dirty photo collection."

The little fox muttered, then opened WeChat—Lin Ying had sent over a string of over ten photos.

The photos showed a building, but it looked like it had been bombed—crumbling and ruined.

Then another photo, clearly taken secretly by Lin Ying.

Inside a room, a group of people were adjusting surveillance monitors; on the video, a white figure crashed into the institute's arms depot, grabbed a rocket launcher, leapt into the air, and fired toward a distant building.

"Holy shit… Chen Nian? No no, that guy's currently playing with guns in America—Lin Ying hasn't even left the province, how could she have seen him?"

The little fox stared, baffled, continuing to examine the photos.

(End of Chapter)