Chapter 2262 Burnt Painting
But if I don’t eat it, wouldn’t that be a bit of a letdown to the fox demon’s kindness?
What if it is a sweet fruit?

After hesitating for a while, the scholar finally put the fruit to his mouth.

Just for that one chance, he had no choice but to take the risk.

……

The scholar's frown gradually relaxed.

Hey?
Not sour?

Is it sweet?!

The scholar's brows relaxed.

"Master Fox Demon, this fruit is very sweet."

……

It was not until the sun set that the scholar left reluctantly.

His steps were hurried.

I was thinking about the unfinished painting in my heart.

"Master Fox Demon?"

The scholar who rushed to the top of the mountain early in the morning looked around.

There is no fox demon in the tree.

other places
He searched everywhere.

Nothing was gained.

Did he come too early?
Or did Lord Fox Demon have some urgent business and left temporarily?
The scholar held the painting in his arms, and his high spirits before climbing the mountain seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water.

There are not many left.

He took a deep breath.

He called out a few more times.

Didn't get any promise.

He suddenly thought, even if the Fox Demon Lord heard his voice, would the Fox Demon Lord respond to him?

The scholar stood under a big tree.

He told Fox Demon yesterday that he would come today to help him copy Fox Demon's painting.
Although the fox demon master didn't say anything.

But he knew that the fox demon had heard what he said.
Lord Fox Demon must have had some urgent matters.

The scholar told himself this.

It wasn't until the gorgeous sunset hurt his eyes that he realized he had waited for a whole day?!

Waiting a day is not a problem.

However, even though he waited for a whole day, the fox demon did not appear.

This made him very disappointed.

Is it a troublesome thing?

So one day isn't enough?
Lord Fox Demon won’t leave here, right?

The guess that flashed through his mind made the scholar stunned.

No way?
But if it's true
The scholar lowered his head.

this painting.
He turned and looked at the big tree behind him.

Will not.

There's no point in wondering here now.

Maybe the fox demon will come back at night.

He would come back tomorrow and find out what was going on.

The scholar took a few steps holding the painting.

Compared to the excitement he felt when he came in the morning, his mood at this moment was really not good.

He stopped slowly.

After thinking for a while, he turned and walked towards the tree.

The scholar placed his paintings under the tree.

This way, the fox demon will be able to see it when he comes back at night.

The scholar smiled.

Then he took a few steps back.

After thinking for a while, he picked up the painting, stood on tiptoe, and placed the painting on the branch.

Dense, overlapping green leaves blocked the picture.

A look of satisfaction appeared on the scholar's face.

I couldn't help but stay under the tree for a while.

Staring at the painting hidden behind the branches and leaves.

The scholar suddenly shuddered.

It's getting late!
His parents repeatedly reminded him last night not to come home too late when he went out to play.

Don't go alone, take your servant with you.

It is impossible to bring a servant with you.

It would be bad if someone spreads the word of the Fox Demon Lord's existence and causes unnecessary trouble.

Lady Fox Demon is his secret alone.

The scholar hurried towards the steps in the mountain.

Soon, his figure disappeared at the stairs.

"Click~"

A crisp sound.

A snow-white figure appeared on the originally empty tree.

The little white fox threw another fruit into his mouth.

When the meal was almost finished, the little white fox took a few steps gracefully.

It opens the scroll.

The painting shows a fox lying on a branch.

The posture is lazy and there is a smile in the eyes.

A sense of agility comes over you.

……

Just barely.

The little white fox nodded.

Suddenly, its ears moved.

……

A few seconds later, a figure emerged from the bushes.

He walked quickly to the tree, raised his head, stood on tiptoe and picked up the scroll.

Soon, he rolled up the scroll and walked down the mountain.

…The little white fox on the tree tilted its head and stared at the man as he walked away.

"Chi~"

The little white fox curled his lips.

It stretched lazily and jumped lightly.

The next second, it had landed steadily on the ground.

It turned and ran towards the woods behind.

A few days ago, it stumbled upon a hot spring.

It likes it very much.

I go there for a soak from time to time.

……

The scholar never came again.

The little white fox was not surprised.

That idiot.

I didn't even know I was being followed.

You can tell without even looking that the human being is probably locked up at home.

I probably won’t see you again in the future.

……

The appearance of the scholar is like ripples on the water.

After a few waves, it disappeared.

The little white fox soon forgot this little episode.

It already knew it.

Even if you can see it, it doesn't necessarily mean there will be any connection.

Worse yet... bound.

To the scholar, it is but a flash in the pan. To the scholar, it is but a flash in the pan.

……

One day, the little white fox came out of the woods.

It really likes the view when it is lying on the big tree on the cliff.

Very open.

It will make the monsters feel better.

……

Ok?
The little white fox's pupils contracted for a moment.

The tree, which had originally had a dense and vibrant crown, now looked miserable.

The tree trunks are covered with charred branches. Was this... struck by lightning?
The little white fox clicked his tongue.

……

Ok?
The little white fox walked under the tree.

This is……

It found torn pieces of paper in the ashes.

Paper……

The little white fox looked around.

I found a few small crumbs here.

The others must have been burned and blown away by the wind, right?
……

The little white fox turned and looked towards the mountain.

Is that scholar here again?

Send it the painting again?
Or is it the person who took the painting last time?

……

Well……

After thinking about it for a while and failing to figure it out, the little white fox stopped caring about it.

Anyway...

The painting is gone.

A bolt of lightning struck the tree, and the tree caught fire, and the paintings on the tree were also burned.

I have to say, this is quite a coincidence.

……

This painting does not belong to it.

Maybe... God wanted to tell it this?

It sneered.

It doesn't care about the painting.

……

"That's the story."

The little white fox flicked its tail.

"I've already said it, it's a boring story..."

……

"hiss~"

The white snake couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

It's quite boring.

It thought it could hear a more exciting story.

The result...is this?
The white snake is a bit boring.

Or the story between it and the previous law enforcer is much more interesting.

……

"You didn't see him again afterwards?"

Xiao Xiao lowered his eyes and touched the little white fox's head.

"Nothing."

The little white fox lay lazily, allowing Xiao Xiao's hands to move on its head.

The big tree was burned by lightning.

Naturally, it had no interest in lying on a big tree that smelled like burnt food.

It didn't go to the cliff for a long time afterwards.

Whether the scholar will come back later...it is actually not clear.

Anyway, they didn't meet again.

(End of this chapter)