CHAPTER 412: CHAPTER 410: AN, YOU’RE A CARNIVORE!

"You don’t have any skills at all!"

"I’m not talking about murder or arson, but why don’t you even have a bit of a criminal record? Having such a large and powerful physique, yet no gold coins drop from you."

Once Aqing entered and gently persuaded, the big white buffalo lay on the ground with its legs skyward. Lord Lucky Fox raised its paw and slapped the buffalo’s shoulder a few times, causing the buffalo to roll its eyes in pain.

However, the white buffalo did not release any Wish Power points.

From its official hat-like horns, one can tell that the buffalo’s original form is a docile Asian water buffalo, rather than a bison or white-limbed wild cattle, those explosive-tempered guys.

Although the Asian water buffalo is a giant among the bovines, due to its relatively gentle nature, and human domestication, it has become a common domestic water buffalo in farmlands.

"Moo..."

The white buffalo turned on its side, full of grievance, telling Lord Lucky Fox why it appeared here.

It only heard that there was food here, and the grain level could rival that of the ecological base pandas, so it traveled a long way following the water route.

Also, Lord Lucky Fox might not know this, but a certain bison has been going into heat in the forest recently, ramming into Spirit Beasts and taking them away, claiming they were making fox preserves for the Lord Lucky Fox.

It came here just to get a meal and had no intention of invading Lord Lucky Fox’s territory.

"A bison... ramming into Spirit Beasts in the forest?" Ansheng’s expression showed a slightly strange look, combining it with the Fungal Parasitic Beast’s behavior of buying a house for itself...

This old buffalo might have misunderstood something.

It thinks of itself as a hyperactive fox that can’t go a day without ripping apart a Spirit Beast.

"So...can I still get a meal? I’m hungry, preferably with some salt. It’s been a while since I tasted salt."

"Don’t ask me, I’m not in charge of the food. Do you have any criminal friends to introduce to Ansheng?"

"What does ’criminal’ mean?"

"......."

The crisis of encountering a beast in class was resolved.

Before the classmates could gather to take photos with the buffalo, with Aqing’s help, the little fox had already flipped onto the buffalo, riding it. With a swipe of its paw, the buffalo mooed and started running forward.

"Clip-clop, clip-clop——"

The hooves of the buffalo stomped heavily on the rocky valley, disappearing from the students’ view with the little fox.

"Aqing... is the little fox going to be okay?"

Mo Yiqing was dumbfounded, glancing at Aqing who was also watching the buffalo’s back.

"Um... Little An said he was going for a meal, and the buffalo said it also wanted to eat. The little one is leading the big one to have a meal." Aqing scratched his head as he replied to Mo Yiqing, "There shouldn’t be any problem, right? They’re just going to eat..."

"Is that so?"

Mo Yiqing was puzzled by the previous scene, but her heart still harbored some doubts.

The strange big buffalo looked at her as if seeing a fellow being, its eyes showing an almost eerie glimmer of intelligence.

And barely twenty minutes after the little fox vanished riding the buffalo...

A slight tremor shook the ground and mountains again.

The students were startled, instinctively looking around and turning their attention to Saintess Aqing of the sect.

"Moo——"

The buffalo, now carrying two big bamboo baskets, reappeared in the valley.

The little fox stood on its broad back, uttering a series of gentle whimpers facing Aqing.

"Ice cream?!"

Seeing the little fox returning, pulling out an ice cream from the bamboo basket, Aqing was amazed:

"You said you were going for food... Did you end up raiding a convenience store?"

"No? You took an old man with you and let him treat you to ice cream, and you specifically brought ice cream back for me and Momo, along with ice-cold cola?"

While Aqing was settling accounts with the little fox, the white buffalo happily took out a piece of rock salt, licking it, sipping from a stream, and munching on the wild grass by the river.

Having salt made the meal quite enjoyable.

In a corner unnoticed, the teachers and counselors all wore awkward expressions.

Aqing might not be aware of what the little fox has done.

But they knew from the phone call.

Lord Lucky Fox rode a bull and dragged the dean, sprinting all the way to a retail store two kilometers away, racking up over a thousand yuan on the dean’s card.

Getting hold of a vehicle, in some sense, Lord Lucky Fox had achieved an epic upgrade.

...

After the morning class ended, on the way back to the lodge, the students embarked on a foraging journey.

"Aqing! Your little fox can spit seeds!"

On the way back, the little fox lay leisurely on the wide back of the buffalo. Seeing the big and small white duo, fellow student Aqing couldn’t resist stepping forward to rub the little fox’s adorable face and feed it some food.

When eating fruit with seeds, the little fox turned its head aside and spat out black seeds from its mouth.

To the students, Lord Lucky Fox’s seed-spitting action seemed nothing short of cute.

"The little fox’s tongue is super nimble!"

Cao Jiajing’s eyes lit up as she increased the amount of food she was feeding, calling out to Aqing.

"You guys better ease up on feeding him! Anymore and I won’t be able to control his weight..."

Aqing, while digging for chanterelles, saw the fruits Cao Jiajing and her friends fed the little fox and felt a bit troubled.

Nutmeg, dogwood berries, passion fruits—all with sugar content between 15 and 20.

No wonder the little fox was eating non-stop.

The basket A-Qing picked earlier was devoured by the little fox, and after having an ice cream and cola, it’s now feasting on the high sugar fruit the classmates brought back.

"Little An, wake up, you’re a carnivore, not a herbivore!" A-Qing squeezed the little fox with playful annoyance.

"It’s okay, I exercise a lot. By the way, A-Qing, have you noticed that Sam often hovers around Cao Jiajing, frequently showing off as if he’s a peacock with a fever?"

"And that Liao Wenxiu... " Ansheng whispered gossiping on A-Qing’s shoulder.

The little fox is so cute.

Who could possibly guard against the little fox?

Who’s in heat, who’s flirting around?

The little fox sees everything clearly.

"Wow, really? Old Liao spending all day hovering around Ye Xiaoqian, isn’t that inappropriate?" A-Qing was surprised, heading down the mountain with the little fox.

Ye Xiaoqian is just 158 cm tall.

Liao Wenxiu stands over 190 cm.

If it weren’t for the little fox mentioning it, A-Qing couldn’t imagine Liao Wenxiu having any interest in Ye Xiaoqian at all.

After all...

At over 190 cm tall, if he put his head up, he could probably step right over Ye Xiaoqian’s head without noticing her.

"Beep—"

The air conditioning in the lodge turned on, and students just back from the mountain sank onto the sofas like mollusks, guzzling water and not wanting to talk. Mo Yiqing hummed a little tune as she headed to the bathroom in her room on the second floor.

"Speaking of..."

"After tomorrow, shouldn’t it begin?" Lying on the sofa, Tang You swept a glance over everyone and said.

With Tang You’s words, the atmosphere in the lodge shifted as everyone exchanged looks.

"Are we going to have a feud with the neighboring academy?"

Lying flat on the sofa, spreading out for cooling his belly and thighs, Ansheng looked quizzically at everyone in the lodge, nudging A-Qing’s belly to inquire.

"Huh?"

Nudged by the little fox, A-Qing sat up, glanced around, lay back down, and said weakly:

"It’s nothing, just that, by tradition, students want to take a one-day or half-day leave to catch a train or a plane."

"But the number of available leave spots is limited, and quite a few students won’t be able to get leave, so they’ll have to bite the bullet and buy expensive tickets to go home for Mid-Autumn Festival..."

"Hmm..."