The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 19

“You said the Demon Lord set a trap for Wen Yu?”

Xiaoyu put on her shoes, but now didn’t dare to go out.

What if the Demon Lord comes to hold her accountable for not killing Wen Yu and kills her instead?

“Yes, hurry up and kill Wen Yu.”

Xiaoyu was irritated.

“I said I won’t go. If you want to go, you go.”

Her tone was less than pleasant. The coal ball flinched and whispered: “If you don’t go, other demons might get to him first, you know.”

Not only did his words fail to persuade Xiaoyu, but he himself ended up being trapped.

After the sudden outburst of her inherent divine ability just now, Xiaoyu gained an insight into how to use her demonic power. She used it to weave a cage, trapping the coal ball, preventing his escape.

“How many people came? Did the Demon Lord come?”

The coal ball honestly replied: “The Demon Lord didn’t come, but many demons did.”

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyu dared even less to go out.

Was this plot point in the original book?

Why doesn’t she remember.

“You stay put and be honest. Don’t go anywhere, and don’t even think about killing Wen Yu.”

Her gaze shifted to the demon on the floor. Fearing he might wake up, Xiaoyu simply moved him out of the room.

She quietly walked to the doorway. She didn’t hear any sounds of fighting, but both Wen Yu’s and Duanmu Ying’s rooms were open, and they weren’t inside.

Just as she was about to turn back, she was suddenly constrained by a force. Her demonic power was suppressed, and she couldn’t resist at all.

Xiaoyu’s face showed panic, but she quickly gained control.

“You’re the demon sent to kill Wen Yu, aren’t you?”

Xiaoyu felt her body being twisted around. She stumbled and fell, her knees hitting the ground, the pain making her unable to control her expression.

The one restraining her was a demon shrouded in black mist, similar to the one before.

Clang! A dagger was thrown onto the ground.

“You, go kill Wen Yu.”

Xiaoyu lowered her head, quickly thinking while enduring the pain in her knees.

She’s been mistaken for their accomplice. As long as she seizes the opportunity, she can save her life.

Besides, Wen Yu is so powerful, it’s impossible for them to kill him.

“I… I can’t kill him. He is too powerful.”

The thing restraining her tightened, instantly cutting off her breath.

A thin red mark gradually appeared on Xiaoyu’s neck from the strangulation.

“I see you’re quite capable. You’ve been following Wen Yu, so you must have gained his trust. If you don’t go kill Wen Yu, do you no longer want your life?”

Xiaoyu struggled to reach out and grasp the dagger’s handle, unable to speak.

“I… kill…”

The constraint loosened. Xiaoyu immediately coughed violently, her face pale.

“Consider yourself smart. Now hurry up and go.”

Xiaoyu clutched the dagger, feeling she could use her demonic power, but didn’t dare to act rashly.

She couldn’t defeat this demon.

Her legs were trembling. Her knees had been hit too hard, and she couldn’t walk at all.

The demon, feeling Xiaoyu was dragging her feet, directly grabbed her arm and instantly teleported them outdoors.

Xiaoyu finally saw Wen Yu being besieged by countless demons. Not far away, Duanmu Ying was fighting the attacking demons with her sword.

These demons could instantly turn into black mist before being hit, thus dodging attacks.

For a moment, they were able to contain Wen Yu, achieving a standoff.

The demon threw Xiaoyu down and vanished.

The commotion of the fight didn’t attract a single demon beast. Although it was night, the light spilling from the surrounding buildings was enough to illuminate the area.

A streak of demonic qi nearly hit Xiaoyu. She quickly retreated backward, holding the dagger but unsure how to break the stalemate.

Killing Wen Yu is impossible. She must also save her own life.

What should she do?

Xiaoyu had no time to think. A demon, appearing from nowhere, charged straight at her. The long knife in its hand was imbued with black mist, slashing down towards her.

Xiaoyu looked up and saw the demon. She instinctively ran, but the pain in her knees slowed her down. She couldn’t run fast.

Aren’t they supposed to be allies? Why is he trying to kill her?

The long knife was about to strike.

Duanmu Ying’s sword struck empty air again. She saw Xiaoyu being chased by a demon.

Clutching the sword hilt, she swung her sword again, turning to slay the demon.

The swing of her sword and the long knife in the demon’s hand fell simultaneously towards Xiaoyu.

In the nick of time, Xiaoyu gripped the dagger, poured demonic power into it, and at the same time, unleashed her inherent divine ability. She quickly turned, knelt on the ground, raised the dagger high, and stabbed it fiercely into the body of the pursuing demon.

A smell of charring smoke enveloped the demon. As his guard dropped, the enchantment skill invaded his mind, making him dazed.

It was this moment of daze that allowed the dagger, infused with demonic power, to strike its target. The hidden demonic qi within the dagger erupted, becoming the weapon that stole the demon’s life.

The demon, severely wounded in a vital spot, roared in agony.

Xiaoyu abruptly let go. She saw the demon dissipate, and the dagger dropped into the sand without making a sound.

Her mind was buzzing, her vision blurry. She couldn’t hear the surrounding sounds.

Facing a life-and-death crisis again, and having killed a demon with her own hands, she couldn’t accept or adapt in such a short time.

How could someone who had always lived in a peaceful world have experienced killing?

The sound of her heart beating filled her head. Xiaoyu knelt blankly in the sand, unable to regain her senses for a long time.

Her hand was trembling.

No matter how much she told herself she needed to save her life, when truly faced with danger, she found she had no means of self-preservation.

Is relying solely on Wen Yu going to be enough?

“Cough—”

A violent impact sound rang in Xiaoyu’s ears, pulling her back from confusion to reality.

She quickly looked over, only to see Duanmu Ying struck flying, slamming into a thick wall, and falling to the ground, violently coughing up blood.

At the same time, all the demons that attacked Duanmu Ying were rushing towards her, but Duanmu Ying hadn’t gotten up yet.

Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, controlling her demonic power to release her inherent divine ability again.

After all, it is a human life. Watching a living person be killed is too cruel.

Using this power a second time felt slightly more practiced. She deliberately controlled the range of the enchantment spell, and it actually managed to freeze the demons surrounding Duanmu Ying.

Duanmu Ying, who thought she was going to die, suddenly found the demons’ movements halted. She immediately scrambled up, grabbed her sword, and struck with all her might. The blow finally connected. The demons, unable to transform into mist, were shattered by the fierce sword technique and vanished completely.

Having unleashed that strike, Duanmu Ying instantly collapsed to the ground, sand rushing into her mouth.

She opened her eyes and looked towards Xiaoyu, her feelings extremely complex.

When she saw Xiaoyu being attacked, she had chosen not to help, ignoring her, intending to use the demons’ hands to kill Xiaoyu.

Yet, Xiaoyu was not only not killed but actually came to her rescue.

Her hand, sinking into the sand, clenched tightly, allowing the sharp grains of sand to prick her palm.

Heh. This must be that demon’s illusion technique, trying to confuse her, make her drop her guard, and then take advantage of the opportunity to harm her.

It must be so.

When she saw Xiaoyu stand up, gripping the dagger and walking toward Wen Yu, she sneered inwardly.

Sure enough, the fox’s tail is showing.

This fox demon is indeed going to harm Master.

Duanmu Ying coughed again. She laboriously turned over, braced herself, picked up her sword, and stood.

She gripped the sword hilt with both hands, her fingers white from the effort.

She walked towards Xiaoyu, her steps quickening, the distance shrinking rapidly.

Just as she raised her sword, ready to kill this demon she saw as a catastrophe, her nose suddenly caught the scent of flowers.

It was a scent very familiar to her, the scent of her mother’s favorite flower.

Gardenia fragrance.

Carrying a coolness as if washed by spring rain, it suddenly erupted, as violent as a roaring tsunami, submerging everything.

It made no distinction between friend and foe; it only knew to attack.

The person at the center of the siege instantly picked up Xiaoyu’s location upon smelling this scent.

The girl, who had unleashed all her demonic power, stood swaying there. She only knew to empty out all her demonic power, not understanding how to cut her losses, let alone how to control it.

She thought Wen Yu was in danger and wanted to help him, in exchange for a promise from Wen Yu.

A promise that he wouldn’t kill her.

She had only this one small request.

Having just arrived in this treacherous and strange world, she could only try her best to keep herself alive.

Survival was her only luxury.

The hierarchical system of this world was too strict. Unfamiliar with the rules, she only knew to offer everything, unaware that draining her demonic power would also lead to death.

Her ability was still insufficient to support such a large-scale enchantment spell. The controlled demons only paused for a few seconds before recovering.

The person at the very center of the siege frowned, clearly showing impatience on his face.

“So troublesome.”

The blood-colored jade flute slashed across the night sky, instantly scattering into fragments. The red shards formed a vertical disk shape that, from a distance, looked like a dripping blood-red moon.

The disk made of blood-colored fragments spun rapidly, so fast that the rotation was almost invisible. In an instant, it vanished.

A slight slicing sound rang out. The demons that had just recovered were all severed at the waist, perishing, leaving only two alive.

Sheng Li tied up the two demons with one hand and instantly appeared before Xiaoyu, catching the even richer scent of flowers.

He stared at Xiaoyu, who had lost control of her demonic power, and said meaningfully: “I truly underestimated you, little fox.”

A streak of spiritual energy struck the location of her demon core. The overflowing demonic power was abruptly cut off, forcing the spiritual ability to retract.

Xiaoyu’s consciousness gradually returned to clarity. Seeing the person in front of her, she finally felt relieved.

“I, you…”

She had only spoken two words when she suddenly realized her voice was wrong.

It was clearly a normal sound, yet it sounded like she was acting spoiled, carrying a hint of seduction.

“I seem to be unwell.”

Her voice was so soft and sweet that Xiaoyu herself blushed upon hearing it.

Her head felt like it had been struck by a bell. Then, a wave of heat surged up from deep within her body, fierce and sudden. Before she could react, her body went limp, her limbs weak.

So hot. She wanted to hug ice.

A blush rose on her face, and her eyelids were half-closed, concealing the enchanting and moist look in her eyes that would ensnare anyone who saw it.

Why is it suddenly so hot?

Xiaoyu forced herself to endure the internal heat. Her body was so weak she could barely stand.

The girl’s face was flushed like a peach blossom. A faint, sweet scent spread, drilling into Sheng Li’s nose.

His hand suddenly twitched, then clenched in restraint.

The blood-colored fragments condensed into a long sword, guarding the two captured demons.

“It’s very uncomfortable.”

Xiaoyu whimpered softly, like a kitten’s sleep-talk, captivating one’s soul.

Sheng Li’s eyes were now deeper than the night itself, appearing to hold an endless abyss. It was impossible to discern his thoughts.

“If it’s uncomfortable, just bear with it. This is the price for rashly using your demonic power.”

He turned and walked toward the bound demons.

But a hand reached out and held him back.

A burning palm pressed against the back of his hand, instantly warming his icy cold skin.

“Taoist Priest, please help me, alright?” The girl, unable to suppress the heat caused by her breeding desires, pleaded with the only person she could rely on.

“Please help me suppress it, alright?”