Chapter 1186 - 1183: Also One with a Mouth

"Wake up, bros, time for growth spurts!"

Ansheng focused hard, moved his mind, and drove his own Blood and Flesh Will, making it follow the underlying genetic code framework, letting his body develop to about twenty years old—strictly forbidding any weird add-ons in the process.

Nobody knew better than Ansheng just how against-the-odds his own personality was; every time he did a form shift, he had to nag himself.

Just in case, when the Blood and Flesh Will was morphing, it thought, "This Genetic Plugin looks fun, that data pack looks fun," and just loaded everything onto the Physique that was currently transforming.

Under Master Fuli's shout, the 1.2-meter-tall body started shooting up, and the white fur restrained behind him grew like wild grass, running wild; its growth rate was even a notch faster than his body shooting up.

In an instant, Master Fuli turned from a child into a young man.

His wantonly growing hair draped down, slightly covering both cheeks; his skin carried a faint pink tint, and in his ink-black pupils there were brown vertical slits.

"Well? Behold my twenty-year-old peak looks," Ansheng glanced at his own arms, smug all over his face, then turned to the mirror in the bathroom and patted his belly.

Skin white with a hint of pink—this was all within Master Fuli's expectations.

After all… in the completely unedited original skin, he was a white-albino North China Red Fox by default, so of course he carried a bit of albinism traits; it's just that Ansheng had removed all the diseases brought by genetic mutation and only kept the appearance.

A pair of upright, pointy triangular ears bounced up and down on top of Master Fuli's head, obviously super bouncy.

"…His looks are honestly stunning. Using the youngsters' internet slang, he's like, totally package him up and send to..." Lin Ying frowned, trying hard to recall, then remembered the name of the site she'd seen: "Send to what site again? Anyway, the general idea was: if he can be on it once, that's a win…"

The twenty-year-old Master Fuli had a well-proportioned figure and outstanding features; once the childishness faded, a unique scholarly charm wrapped around him.

A little girl would take one look, then whip her head back for a second look, eyes wide, and in her heart silently sigh: What a waste if this face doesn't go be a face model.

But if you asked Lin Ying to rate him, she'd say: as soon as Master Fuli opens his mouth, any and all "years of quiet peace" vanish.

Lin Ying really couldn't imagine the adult Master Fuli, armored up and fierce, taking a heavy step forward, facing the Landlord of Longevity, and saying: "If I don't screw your old mother, you forget your roots?"

"Hey! I told you, I'm famous for selling my body, not my art. If you wanna scam me, that's a separate fee..."

Ansheng grinned; after narcissistically appreciating himself in the mirror for a bit, he shrank back down to his 1.2-meter form.

Good looks were good looks, but the clothes he was wearing were still kid-sized; once his body shot up, even his belly was exposed, and his loose long pants turned into knee-length shorts.

"I've decided!"

Ansheng looked at Lin Ying with a deadly serious face and said, "Tonight I'm adding two more meals. Tomorrow, have Ah Qing adjust my meal plan and bump my weight up, make me more solid!"

"Look at my twenty-year-old self—I'm practically starved skinny."

The extreme weight of a North China Red Fox in Xia Country, the heaviest one observed, was only ten kilos; no matter how big a fox looked to the naked eye, basically none went over ten.

Ten kilos was already a gigantic, colossal fat fox in the Red Fox clan.

Just toss the fox into the bathtub and you can instantly tell it's fake fat.

But that didn't stop Ansheng from taking the opportunity to push for adding drumsticks, beef, and a big goose into his three meals a day.

"Exactly, we've already starved Master Fuli thin. Later we'll go scold Ah Qing!"

"But before that, should we maybe grab a few desserts to restore our energy?" Lin Ying smiled, ran with Master Fuli's line, and recommended a dessert shop to him.

Master Fuli's love of sweets was public knowledge; tying cola to a fishing line might not catch you a fish, but the odds of catching a fox were definitely not zero…

Whether he took the bait depended on Master Fuli's mood that day.

"Let's go!"

Master Fuli bounced up and landed straight onto Lin Ying's back, raised his hand, and pointed out the bus window.

Startled by Master Fuli's sudden hop, Lin Ying froze for a moment, then showed a helpless smile, knowing he was teasing her and comforting her at the same time.

"Then… let's go! But Master Fuli, if your weight keeps going up, aren't you worried Ah Qing won't be able to pick you up?"

"If she can't hold me, that proves she's slacking. Don't want to suffer the pain of Zha Spirit Particle Potion? Then you'll suffer the pain of Fox Power training. I, Master Fuli, will punish equally every student who doesn't jab their Spirit Particle Potion during evening self-study!"

Can't pick him up? That's clearly slacking off in self-study. Hurry up and stick your butt out; Master's gonna jab your butt twice.

Master Fuli had zero anxiety about his figure; he pointed and commented with full righteousness all over his face.

Can't say everyone will take the bait, but when dealing with Xia East People and Northeasterners, a fox's words absolutely hit home.

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In his human form, Master Fuli accompanied Lin Ying wandering aimlessly along Jasmine Street; no particular goal, just crowding in wherever something interesting was happening to gossip.

Because Lin Ying was holding his hand, as they walked, every now and then some parents also out with their kids would come over to chat, curiously asking Lin Ying why her kid had a full head of 'young white hair.'

Lin Ying answered: albinism.

But every time she finished, Master Fuli would cross his arms, face full of pride, and say, "Is the white hair on top nice and smooth? I swiped hard with real money for it."

After they finished roaming Jasmine Street and headed back to Purple Wisteria Pavilion to meet up with Ah Qing again, it was already eleven-thirty.

Ah Qing had been livestreaming the fireworks show the whole time, and chatting with connected viewers about so-called "fox-raising" experiences.

Chen Zhiyu, sitting to the side, was desperately holding back laughter, hand over her mouth as she looked at the dumbfounded Ah Qing.

"Wh-what…?"

"You can forcibly wake a Little Fox up from sleep by placing snacks on his nose? No way, absolutely impossible. He'd just kick me in the face!"

"No, how could a fox possibly scratch people…" Ah Qing's face looked like her CPU was about to burn out as she stared dumbly at the crying female viewer on the other end of the call.

According to the viewer, she was raising a North America pet Red Fox.

Her daily life with the fox went: wake up, first find the 9.9 yuan slippers that got chewed up and hidden by the fox, toss them in the living room trash can, roll up her sleeves, wipe up the random pee Huhu left all over her room, then disinfect again.

After work, when she came home, the fox, having not seen its owner all day, got so excited it lost control and peed; then it pounced into its owner's arms and went bite bite bite to reaffirm ownership.

As for things like the fox's tail—unless you bugged out the fox's deepest-level bug, you basically had zero chance of touching it.

As for how to bug it out, the fox-raising female viewer shared all her tricks with Ah Qing, telling her to go try them herself.

"…Xiaolan, come over here a sec."

Still wearing that shell-shocked expression, Ah Qing looked at the Little Fox lying on Lin Ying's shoulder and beckoned with her hand.

"Hm? What's up? Don't tell me the viewers are trying to scam you into buying supplements?"

Ansheng jumped down from Lin Ying's shoulder; in a couple of steps he trotted across the black walnut chair onto the tea table, plopped his butt down in front of the streaming phone, and curiously looked at the screen.

"Huh? Why are you grabbing my tail?"

Ansheng was still reading the chat when he felt Ah Qing pick up his tail, move it in front of him, and use the tail tip to scratch his chin.

Ansheng looked extremely disgusted, turned his little fox face away, lifted his paw onto Ah Qing's wrist and said:

"Do you care at all about hygiene? You know a fox's tail is as long as its body and drags along the ground all the time, right?"

Ah Qing gave the stream a very strange look.

The female viewer on the other end of the call stared back at Ah Qing, equally stunned; she subconsciously lowered her head and looked at the Red Fox sprawled at her feet, chewing on a pair of 9.9 pink slippers.

"Can fox personalities really be this different from fox to fox?"

"Stop biting already, all my salary is going into slippers. I've practically become a strategic partner of the slipper manufacturer."