The Crazy Fox Demon Devours My Heart - Chapter 39
Hu Yan’s cold eyes narrowed as he stared at the nine jade bottles on the table.
Cangya placed the bottles on the table, picked one up, and twisted off the cap.
A faint metallic scent of bl00d wafted out. Hu Yan’s pupils trembled instantly.
It was the scent of Qingyu’s bl00d.
He immediately stepped forward, snatched the jade bottle, and held it to his nose to sniff gently.
Her heartblood!
He stared at the table, now filled with the bottles. Slowly, mist welled in his eyes, and a wave of frenzied hatred exploded in his gaze. His fingers tightened, the bottle couldn’t withstand the pressure, and it shattered—bl00d spilling all over the floor.
“Is this the gift you gave me? What a ‘surprise’ you’ve given me!”
Hu Yan’s smile twisted almost beyond recognition. Like a sudden thought struck him, he turned toward the messenger crow.
A massive shadow pressed down. The crow shrieked in terror, flapping wildly, feathers ruffling, bouncing against the cage.
Hu Yan opened his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth, his voice cold and terrifying, like a soul-stealing demon: “Take me to your master.”
Outside Fuglight Town,
Qingyu patted the giant eagle’s head, signaling it to return. The eagle shook its head and turned back.
Qingyu coaxed it gently, “Good bird, just a bit further is human territory. I can’t take you with me—you have to return to where you belong.”
She hung the wooden whistle on its beak. “Take this back too.”
The eagle’s eyes focused on the whistle, nearly crossing.
Fu Yin giggled, “Silly bird.”
The eagle, annoyed, deliberately kicked up dust as it took off.
Qingyu waved away the dust, and as her vision cleared, she saw a man in white standing in front of her.
She studied him carefully and tentatively asked, “Senior Brother?”
They hadn’t seen each other for years. Qingyu hesitated, unsure if this was really him. He wore white, gentle-featured, and her memory of her Senior Brother was always a man in white.
Shan An’s lips curved slightly. “Junior Sister, long time no see.”
It really was her Senior Brother!
Overjoyed, Qingyu hurried forward. “Senior Brother! It really is you!”
Shan An frowned slightly at her disheveled appearance. “It’s not safe to stay here. We must leave quickly.”
Qingyu glanced back. They had to leave immediately; if the demons discovered their absence, pursuit would surely follow.
Shan An had prepared a carriage in advance.
Once aboard, Qingyu couldn’t relax, repeatedly lifting the curtain to look outside.
Shan An noticed her movements and spoke gently, “Junior Sister, don’t worry. The route we’re taking is hidden. The demons won’t find us.”
Qingyu lowered her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Senior Brother, you’re still as meticulous as ever.”
She suddenly asked, concerned, “Is she… alright?”
Shan An understood she meant the person they had rescued. “Junior Sister, rest assured. I’ve placed her in a safe secluded villa.”
Earlier, after a victorious battle, as he returned triumphantly, a bird circled over his head, refusing to leave. Eventually, it perched steadily on his shoulder.
The bird seemed extraordinarily intelligent. It approached him and spoke, repeatedly calling him “Senior Brother.”
Staring at the bird calling him Senior Brother, Shan An’s expression turned strange. This bird could speak human language; it was no ordinary creature. Just as he drew his sword, the bird continued speaking—its tone unmistakably familiar.
His Junior Sister was asking for his help!
He knew her nature; she wouldn’t ask lightly unless in a desperate situation. So he rushed to the palace, petitioned the emperor for a decree, and rescued her.
After securing her safety, he sent her messages through the bird and returned to pick her up.
Now, she was in his carriage. Shan An felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
After traveling for three days and nights, they reached the location where Shan An had stationed his troops.
“Junior Sister, after such a long journey, they won’t catch up immediately. This is a temporary outpost I set up. Let’s get off and rest for a while.” Shan An stepped down first, extending his hand to assist her.
Qingyu placed her hand over his, through her clothing.
Shan An glanced subtly at his arm. After so long apart, his Junior Sister had become somewhat distant.
The soldiers ahead immediately saluted. “General!”
Shan An’s gentle expression turned sharp and commanding. “Heighten guard tonight! Be alert for enemy ambushes!”
Qingyu observed the soldiers—upright, disciplined, clad in heavy armor. Clearly elite troops.
Inside the tent, she said, “I almost forgot. Senior Brother, you’re now a general.”
Shan An let out a faint, almost hidden bitter smile. “Still… it’s too late.”
He had fought desperately on the battlefield, aiming to gain enough merit to become a general and petition the emperor to marry his Junior Sister. Yet, just as he reached that position, the emperor had sent her to the demons for an arranged marriage.
Qingyu frowned. “Too late for what?”
Shan An composed himself, gazing at her with a profound meaning. “Perhaps… it’s not too late.”
Qingyu was puzzled. She sensed her Senior Brother was harboring many things, far deeper than before.
That night, Qingyu and Fu Yin went to bed early.
Shan An, sword in hand, stood guard outside the tent, watching for any movement.
The night was pitch-dark. Except for the campfires, the surroundings were barely visible. Insects chirped intermittently.
Rotating shifts of soldiers remained alert, not daring to relax.
Suddenly, Shan An sensed something wrong. He tilted his ear and listened carefully.
The insect sounds were gone.
Such silence indicated extreme danger; the insects had hidden to avoid it.
Shan An drew his sword, pointing toward the camp’s entrance. The soldiers immediately raised their spears, ready for battle.
The lead soldier shouted into the darkness, “What is it?!”
Before his words finished, he was violently hurled backward!
The others stared in shock. Gripped by fear, sweat made their hands slippery—they could barely hold their weapons. They hadn’t even seen what attacked their comrade.
Everyone held their breath, eyes fixed on the darkened front.
Suddenly, a bird flew out. Everyone gasped. “A bird?”
Shan An recognized it immediately—it was the messenger crow used by his Junior Sister!
Behind the crow followed a person. Stepping from the shadows was a figure so stunning, unnatural, with sinister features—clearly not human.
Perhaps a demon that had grown powerful in the mountains!
With every step forward, the soldiers instinctively stepped back, the pressure growing, nearly overwhelming them.
Hu Yan walked forward, indifferent to the humans, voice icy, devoid of warmth:
“Hand over the person.”