Chapter 122: Fluffy

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Fluffy

As Tushan Feishang gently rubbed his fingers together, Qiao Suluo felt an uncontrollable shiver run through her.

"What... what do you want to do?"

Qiao Suluo looked up at Tushan Feishang, instinctively raising her guard. She felt that he held nothing but hatred for her. Although he seemed easy to talk to, if he ever recalled the past, he would want to kill her again. Because of this, she was extremely nervous facing him.

When Tushan Feishang lowered his head, he could clearly see her pale face. He lifted her chin with one hand. "Still afraid of me?"

Qiao Suluo’s eyelashes fluttered. She pursed her lips and stayed silent. She thought, "Isn’t that a stupid question?"

Tushan Feishang looked enchantingly seductive, but in reality, he was deeply calculating, unpredictable, and temperamental. One second he might be smiling and chatting with you, and the next, he could be strangling you to death.

Seeing her resistant expression, Tushan Feishang understood what she was thinking. She was afraid of him but didn’t dare to anger him. He found it amusing; she was clearly a sly, feral cat with bared fangs and claws, yet she insisted on pretending to be a harmless white rabbit.

Tushan Feishang’s fox-like eyes curved as he let out a soft, dark chuckle. "You really do play favorites, wife. We are both your Beast Husbands, but you treat Que Hongjin completely differently.

"Do you like him that much?

"Back when you were selling off your Beast Husbands, you kept Que Hongjin by your side."

Qiao Suluo froze. Could she tell him that the previous owner of this body simply hadn’t had the time to sell Que Hongjin yet? The first person she faced after transmigrating was Que Hongjin. He was also her first Beast Husband, so it was only natural that her feelings for him were different. Tushan Feishang had absolutely no feelings for her, so why would he care about this? Could it be due to the innate territorial instincts of males, making him want to fight for dominance even if he didn’t like her? Or was he just looking for an excuse to settle old scores?

Seeing Qiao Suluo remain silent, Tushan Feishang asked, "Que Hongjin’s wings have recovered, haven’t they?"

Qiao Suluo blinked, looking at him in disbelief. "How did you know?"

"I saw him flying through the air."

Qiao Suluo thought, "His eyesight sure is good."

She subtly glanced around and waved for Tushan Feishang to come closer. However, he stood there with aristocratic aloofness. He was a full head taller than her, and because he refused to lower his head, her mouth couldn’t reach his ear even when she stood on her tiptoes.

"Crouch down a little."

"Just say it like this."

Qiao Suluo looked at him. "Walls have ears. This concerns you, so crouch down a bit and I’ll tell you."

Seeing her cautious demeanor, Tushan Feishang finally bent down for her. Only then did Qiao Suluo stand on her tiptoes, cup a hand over her mouth, and whisper into his ear, "I fixed Hong Jin’s wings, and I can fix your broken tails too. You have to believe me."

Her words exploded like a clap of thunder in Tushan Feishang’s ears. His fox-like eyes immediately darkened. It felt as though lightning was flashing in his heart, though he didn’t show it on his face. Three of his tails had been severed, completely destroying his abilities as a fox beast and turning him into an abandoned outcast. He had tried many methods, but nothing could restore his tails. He had even given up on himself.

Yet now, he was hearing such an audacious claim. If he hadn’t witnessed the miraculous changes in her figure and appearance, he never would have believed her. Not to mention that he had seen Que Hongjin’s restored wings with his own eyes.

"How can I trust you?"

For something this massive and important, Tushan Feishang wouldn’t believe it easily.

Qiao Suluo thought for a moment before whispering, "I’ll use my superpower to help your tails grow back a little bit first. You should believe me then, right?"

Although her superpower was only at the First Rank, she had consumed a lot of her Wood Element Ability that morning to completely heal Que Hongjin’s body. She actually needed some rest to recover. But right now, in order to dispel Tushan Feishang’s murderous intent, she had to prove her worth.

Tushan Feishang’s fox-like eyes shifted, the corners curling with a seductive gleam. "Want to see my true form?"

Qiao Suluo recalled the underhanded methods the previous owner had used to try and see Tushan Feishang’s true form. Feeling deeply embarrassed, she hurriedly waved her hands. "No, I don’t have to look! I can blindfold myself." She took out a clean white cloth and tied it over her eyes. "See? I can’t see anything like this."

Tushan Feishang restrained his expression. Ever since his tails were severed, he truly hadn’t transformed into his true form, simply because he found the broken stumps incredibly hideous.

Then, Tushan Feishang transformed into his true form. Originally a Nine-tailed Purple Fox, he was now only Six-tailed. His entire body was covered in purple fur. His fox eyes sparkled with the starlight of purple nebulas, capable of easily charming anyone’s heart, while his six tails swayed gently in the air.

Blindfolded, Qiao Suluo couldn’t see anything around her and just stood quietly. Suddenly, she caught a whiff of an intoxicating, bewitching scent. It made her mind pleasantly dizzy, sending a tingle right into her heart and leaving her in a momentary daze.

Immediately after, a slender, jade-like hand grasped her fingers and pulled her forward. He then guided her hand to a specific spot.

"Here."

Qiao Suluo instantly felt the furry stump of a severed tail. She couldn’t help but touch it exploratively, never expecting the severed stump to twitch in response.

Tushan Feishang’s voice went hoarse. "What are you doing?"

"S-sorry, I didn’t mean to."

She was just curious and couldn’t resist touching it. She hadn’t known what fox fur felt like before, but it was incredibly soft to the touch. She loved fluffy things. Unfortunately, whether it was Que Hongjin, Bai Qianluo, or Chu Moyuan, none of them were fluffy Beastmen.

Tushan Feishang radiated a dangerous, murderous aura. She didn’t dare move her fingers recklessly again.

Just as her words fell, Qiao Suluo felt her waist, legs, and neck being bound tightly by fluffy tails.

"If you dare play any tricks, I’ll make you realize just how severe the consequences are."

Hearing the deep, slightly hoarse voice by her ear—like the gentle murmurs of a lover—Qiao Suluo knew full well that his words concealed a lethal threat. This was a warning. She had no doubt that if she really tried to play any tricks, he would tear her to shreds.

Her body tensed up completely. Steadying her nerves, she said, "I know."

She then circulated her Wood Element Ability, channeling it into the stump beneath her fingertips. Waves of boundless, vibrant life energy surged into Tushan Feishang’s tail.

Qiao Suluo didn’t dare move, nor did she know how effective it was being. She could only continue outputting her Wood Element Ability.

Tushan Feishang’s captivating fox eyes stared fixedly at his severed tail. He watched as the tail slowly regrew at a visible rate. His body trembled from the intense pain, but he tried his hardest to endure it. He didn’t dare make a sound or interrupt Qiao Suluo, terrified that something might go wrong in the process.

Qiao Suluo had expended quite a bit of her Wood Element Ability by this point. Her face grew paler and paler as a fine layer of sweat broke out on her forehead. Tushan Feishang hadn’t told her to stop, and since she didn’t know how effective it was, she didn’t stop either.

Furthermore, when she had repaired Que Hongjin’s wings, he had clearly been in pain. Why was Tushan Feishang not reacting at all? She wondered if it was simply not working. But she didn’t dare feel around to check.

Little did she know, she had caused an entire tail to grow back.

Tushan Feishang’s breathing became ragged. Feeling the warm power of the Wood Element Ability in his body, he experienced a mixture of intense pain and deep comfort, the corners of his eyes curling into a bewitchingly beautiful arc.