Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 232 - 231: The Red Fox with Three Tails

Chapter 232: Chapter 231: The Red Fox with Three Tails

The woman finished touching Su Chaoyang’s face and twisted her waist to Yang Xian’s side.

A pair of enchanting, long eyes stared at Mianmian.

Mianmian no longer made eye contact with the woman, focusing on acting like a child being rocked back and forth, showing a desire to run away but unable to.

Yang Xian’s strength was great, and in no time, the wig with two tufts sticking up into the air fell to the ground.

The wig wasn’t part of the plan, so it was left on the ground and no one cared.

Mianmian even felt it was a pity, in just an afternoon, Wei Kang and the others had discussed many times how much money was spent on this and that.

That wig must have also cost a fair amount of money, right?

It belonged to Wei Kang!

But Mianmian quickly thought that she would soon be able to live-stream and earn money again, and there was still money in her mobile phone account, so buying a wig and returning it to Wei Kang was very simple.

All along the way, Little Bun remained quiet in the mouth but not in the mind. Engrossed in the serious thought of demanding to continue drinking milk when she got home, Yang Xian stopped.

It wasn’t pitch black here; there was light.

The light came from wall lamps on the walls, the particularly old kind that burned oil.

There was no wind, so the wick burned steadily.

In the moderately dark space, a statue covered with cloth stood in the center.

Mianmian turned her little head to look at the statue and saw an unusual aura emanating from it—an aura slightly familiar, seemingly mentioned in the lessons from her mother.

"Mianmian, if you ever visit a Daoist Temple or a Temple, you must show respect for those statues. They gradually become incarnations of fairies and many Bodhisattvas by absorbing the faith of mortals over time. If you disrespect them, you might get in trouble!"

This statue seemed to be the kind that had already become an incarnation, possessing an air of solemn killing intent, similar to the killing intent displayed by Yang Xian.

But why cover the statue? Covering the statue is disrespectful to the fairy or Bodhisattva it embodies.

While Mianmian was pondering this, the woman in red had already thrown "Su Chaoyang" to the ground.

As the enemy, her actions weren’t gentle enough, causing "Su Chaoyang" to crack his head open and bleed.

"Su Chaoyang" fainted on the spot, without making another sound.

"How can you treat Mianmian’s great-nephew like this?"

Mianmian started to struggle, her little hands and feet flailing about.

Yang Xian frowned and picked Mianmian up.

The woman in red chuckled with a "heehee," leaning on Yang Xian with her slender hand bearing long nails. She first touched Yang Xian’s face, then suddenly raised her hand high and slapped Mianmian.

"Ah!"

Mianmian let out a cry of shock, and her struggling became even more vigorous.

Her little face swelled up, and the corner of her mouth bled.

Seeing this, the woman in red laughed even sweeter, "Oh my, hitting you feels so good, it’s like being on top of everything."

Mianmian’s eyes were already red, and after being hit, tears followed and fell.

She flung her little fists at the woman in red.

As the woman in red’s eyes moved, Yang Xian carried Mianmian farther away.

"What’s the use of being born with immense strength? It’s nothing special, many divine children have it. Yang Xian can do it, can’t he? He has caught you, can’t you not escape? Hahaha!"

"Alas, I thought catching you would be difficult, but however pampered, you’re still just a child, how can you play with us old demons who have lived for hundreds of years?"

"That old thing, insisting to come out only after you’re dead, said he doesn’t believe my plot would succeed."

"I’ll show him that I, Hu Yaoyao, am not just a pretty face."

"An Array has been laid out here, hiding from heaven and earth; I suppose not even the Heavenly Dao would detect it. Go ahead, Yang Xian, kill her!"

As the woman who identified herself as Hu Yaoyao finished speaking, Yang Xian grasped the dagger hidden up his sleeve.

The cold weapon, under the flickering candlelight, reflected a chilling glow.

Yang Xian’s eyes brimmed with murder, gradually merging with the aura emanating from the statue.

"Kill her, kill her."

Anxious urgings echoed in Yang Xian’s mind as he saw Su Mianmian in his hand turn into numerous phantoms.

Why couldn’t he see clearly?

Yang Xian shook his head, and in an instant, large beads of sweat condensed on his forehead. He closed his eyes, where the scene of Little Bun covered in blood and the scene of his parents’ deaths alternated.

"Why kill?"

"Because her family killed your family, you must take revenge!"

The repeated questioning yielded only one answer.

Yet Yang Xian couldn’t help thinking, if the dagger pierced Su Mianmian’s body, wouldn’t she, like his parents, lose her life in a pool of blood?

Although he truly wanted revenge, just the thought made it difficult to thrust the knife.

Hu Yaoyao, standing to the side, frowned as she saw Yang Xian’s hesitation.

What’s he doing?

Yang Xian was just a mortal now, so why did he keep waking from her Bewitching Technique? Su Mianmian was nothing but a little brat still wet behind the ears. They had met no more than three times, so how could it be so hard to strike?

"Don’t forget the death of your parents!"

Hu Yaoyao spoke directly, amplifying her qi output, trying to make Yang Xian obey.

Yang Xian, struggling, opened and closed his eyes, following Hu Yaoyao’s voice and looking at her.

In an instant, Yang Xian froze.

Instead of the kind "auntie cultivator" relative, he saw a red fox with three tails in front of him. The red fox’s mouth opened and closed, constantly urging him to act.

——Would killing this fox end everything?

Yang Xian’s eyes flashed with cold light.

He switched Mianmian to his right hand, aiming the dagger at Hu Yaoyao.

Hu Yaoyao, unaware of Yang Xian’s change of heart, was basking in the excitement that with just a little more effort, she could achieve her goal, continually urging him on.

As the dagger was about to pierce Hu Yaoyao’s body, "Su Chaoyang" on the ground quietly opened one eye, placing a foot on Yang Xian’s instep.

"Yang Xian, don’t mess around, stab the little brat in your hand! The little brat you’re holding isn’t actually a brat. Ah, she isn’t Mianmian, it’s the Puppet Technique, can you understand what I’m saying?"

Yang Xian was taken aback.

He heard an additional heartbeat.

Looking down, the "Su Chaoyang" on the ground wasn’t "Su Chaoyang" at all, but a small wooden doll.

Yang Xian didn’t know where this ability came from, but amidst his astonishment, he heard a voice: "Listen to me, quickly, or the plan will fail."

Yang Jian looked again at the Su Mianmian in his hands.

Somehow, the Su Mianmian who had been dangling upside down was also just a wooden doll.

Had Su Mianmian already known he wanted to kill her? Was even he being used?

Yang Xian’s eyelashes trembled as he looked down.

Since it was just a dummy, it seemed there was nothing wrong with the knife going down.

His hand moved, and the knife fell!

The dagger pierced Mianmian’s chest, and blood poured out continuously.

Mianmian let out a startled "heh heh" sound, her little face filled with disbelief.

Even though he knew the Little Bun in his hand was fake, just a wooden doll, the scene from just before dispersed, and in Yang Xian’s eyes, guilt still showed.

He turned his gaze away, unable to bear the sight of the fake Mianmian’s agonized eyes.